or perhaps the dance floor?

You head straight onto the dance floor. The look of all those bodies grinding and writhing together to the beat just makes you want to jump in and join them, so you don't waste any time. You slide in onto the dance floor, gracefully moving in between the bodies until you get to your desired spot- not too close to the speakers so that you can't hear the next day, but close enough that you can feel the beat right up your spine with every pulse. You don't want to be too boxed in and crowded by people, but there's nothing wrong with a few good looking people sliding closely past you, their breath hot and heavy, sweaty and a little tipsy... No, nothing wrong with that scenario at all. At any rate, you find a good middle ground and start twisting to the beat, your hips moving like they're on fire to the beat of the music. You close your eyes and just let go, your heart rate rising. It's hot in the middle of the floor, but you don't mind. You're hardly wearing anything anyway, like most of the people there so it's not like you could take off any extra layers to cool off without flashing anyone. You've decided to be more than a little naughty tonight, leaving the house in such a short skirt without panties. It's a risk you haven't taken before, but it's thrilling, knowing that all you have to do is bend over and you'd give the whole club a very naughty glimpse of you. If that doesn't get you some action tonight, you don't know what will. The more you think of it, the more turned on you get. If only you had a dance partner...

Right on cue, someone steps up behind you and starts dancing with you. You can feel them almost touching you. It's like foreplay, with someone running a feather up your body, barely touching everything you want them to but not quite just for the hell of it. You look over your shoulder for a brief minute to see what you're up against and you immediately smile. Six foot two, well built, wearing a t-shirt and tight jeans that you already feel like you'd like to get your hands into. He shoots you a winning, perfect grin, flashing his pearly whites and you back into him, starting to grind against his crotch. He puts his hands on your hips, pressing you into him and you fall back a little, resting your weight on his broad, strong chest while your hands are still in the air and your hips and legs are moving relentlessly. You keep smiling as you close your eyes, visualizing the stranger behind you. It didn't take long for him to notice you at all and you were hoping that he would stay. It would be a shame to lose something so dashing and something that could move so well. The more he rubbed back against you, the more hot and bothered you were getting. You could feel your nipples hardening despite the heat, and unless he was carrying an ultra jumbo sized pack of lifesavers in his pocket... You loved the effect you're having on him. His face presses into your hair at the base of your neck and you feel his breath across your collarbone as he takes in the scent of your dirty blonde locks.

"Hello, darling. Nice to meet you." He says, his voice deep and gravelly. You hear it as a whisper but he must be shouting over the volume of the pounding beat.

"Hi..."