CLUB AURA: My First Time Having Sex In Public

Early in the week, my best friend Angie called to invite me club hopping Saturday night with her and some of our girlfriends from college.  It had been so long since we’d all gone out I decided it sounded like a lot of fun; additionally, it was a great way to briefly divert my constant thoughts of how badly I needed to be fucked.   Since one good diversion always deserves another, I headed for the shopping mall to find the perfect outfit.

Saturday arrived and at exactly 7:15 p.m. the limo arrived.  As our driver opened the door and the raucous laughter of 7 women poured, out I was immediately glad I decided to go.  After a quick stop for food, the driver steered us towards the Westport district, and we popped the cork on our first bottle of champagne.

By the time we arrived at the first club called Throwbacks we drank two additional bottles. The music wasn’t bad, but because it was packed full of newly minted 21-year-olds, we only stayed long enough to drink a shot of tequila.

The next stop was a club called Aura.  The second we walked in, we knew we’d be here for a while.  We were escorted to a large table. We sat down only long enough to order and consume our first round of drinks.

After ordering our second round, we headed for the dance floor.

The dance floor was full but we were able to find a nice spot towards the middle of the floor we could squeeze into.  My friends looked hot and, the outfit I chose (a little black dress with enough material to cover my matching lacy black bra, crotchless panties, and the tops of my thigh highs) was perfect.  In less than two minutes we were surrounded by a bachelor party of guys in their late 20’s.

After several more rounds of drinks (and several more encounters on the dance floor with the bachelor party guys) I didn’t refuse when one of them (a gorgeous Brazilian named Julio) asked me to dance.  Needing to feel his body against mine (and hide the pink beginning to burn in my cheeks) I turned my back to him.  As he wrapped his arms around my waist, I instinctively began to grind my ass against his already erect cock.

I rested my head against his shoulder and reached up to caress his cheek.  I felt one of his hands slide up my stomach (stopping below my left breast) while his other hand slid down to my right leg.

As we continued dancing. I frequently felt his fingers brushing either against an erect nipple or my pussy.

The DJ announced the next couple songs would be slow.  As I turned to walk off the dance floor, he pulled me back into his embrace.  Almost immediately I felt his lips on my neck and his fingers moving in between my legs and into my crotch-less panties.  I forgot where I was.  He slid a finger between my pussy lips. And began rubbing my clit.  I forgot my girlfriends.

As my moaning turned into panting, he whispered, “Voy a coger a su hermosa boca esta noche.”  I didn’t know what he said but knew whatever it meant, I wanted it.  Intentionally forgetting I was married, I nodded my head in agreement.    He withdrew his hand from my dripping cunt and, taking my hand, led me toward the restroom area.  When we got there, he said in English “It’s not often a gorgeous married woman agrees to have her mouth fucked in a club.  Which restroom are we going to cum in?”

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