Reckless Abandon

Disclaimer: The characters and plot contained here are all my idea. Enjoy!
-L.

Reckless Abandon

The music pounded in the dark club. The heat of hundreds of gyrating bodies hit me as soon as I entered the front entrance. I could feel the blasting music start to pump through my veins as I began to grind against the nearest person with a reckless abandon. I knew I was in a trance from the darkness and heady music, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Some time later (real time doesn't exist in clubs like this), I opened my eyes and broke from the trance. My eyes made a slow sweep of the floor, my body still moving in time with the beat. I was about to give my body back to the music gods when I saw him.

He was the sexiest thing I had seen in far too long. His ocean blue silk shirt and black dress pants added to his masculine mystique. His movements were fluid and connected as if his shirt was really channeling the movement of the sea. A light sheen of sweat rested on his brow and he barely looked up from the floor, his face set in absolute concentration. I was drawn to him; he was magnetic. I continued staring until he looked up slyly. It was obvious he knew I had been staring and he relished in his subtle power. He shot me a predatory grin, almost as if challenging me to come to him. I refused to be his easy prey. I averted my eyes as if I had never seen his look, and started dancing harder and faster against the throng. If he wanted to play, he could come get me.

Several minutes later I glanced in his direction and he was gone. *No harm, no foul* I thought until moments later when my arm was harshly grabbed, and I was pulled deeper into the club.

I didn't need to look up to know who my mystery assailant was. He pulled me roughly against his chest so my back was touching him. I could feel his body heat emanating from him. He may have thought he won, but I wouldn't give in so easily. I pulled away from his body and stood a few feet in front of him, my body never slowing from the hard beat of the music.

He opened his eyes when he noticed I moved, and stared at me. Through our eyes we danced together and yet stood several feet apart. As the tempo sped up, my temperature rose and I could sense the familiar feeling of lust taking over my body. His eyes darkened almost imperceptibly and I knew he was feeling the sex emanating from our bodies. His gaze never left mine; it was almost as if we were fucking simply through our eyes.

I was so turned on I nearly screamed. The need for a man's body was so strong I couldn't survive without touching and being touched. I knew I was going home with someone tonight, be it mystery god or someone else.

He traced his tongue slowly over his lips and I was done for, I knew I was going home with him. My body slinked its way back to him as if my brain was no longer in charge. I rubbed myself up and down his body letting him know how badly I needed him. He possessively ran his hands down my sides and I shivered involuntarily. As the music sped up even more, my breathing hitched. I could feel his hands slide down my thighs and slide up my black mini skirt. His experienced fingers skimmed my silky black thong, teasing me; I moaned in ecstasy.

I reached my hand behind me and went from his firm chest to the spot where his pants tented. I gripped his hard cock through his pants and started to jack him off as we grinded. Te faster I moved my hand, the faster his fingers ran over my clit and pumped inside me. The feeling was incredible and was all the more exhilarating knowing anyone could see us at any second. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his fingers out. It was as if he could tell I was nearing the edge.

I was seething when I turned to face him. He just smirked playfully and pulled me to the very back of the club where it seemed light didn't exist.

The further back we went into the club, the less people seemed to care about what was going on. Threesomes were prevalent and drugs were everywhere; no one cared.

I could only glance at my surroundings for a moment before I was slammed against a concrete wall. I grimaced when his face pressed forcefully against mine. His hand slinked up my skirt again before pulling off my thong. I kissed him harder feeling intoxicated by the whole experience.

A smart black, dress-panted, knee slid between my thighs and I started grinding on it, welcoming the friction. I could feel my nipples turning to hard points and I nearly came when he moved his mouth to the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and then lower until he pressed his face to the valley of my breasts. All I wanted know was to fuck him and be fucked. I tried to explain that to Him, but all that escaped my mouth were hard, primal moans. The music changed to a heavy throbbing beat, and I was done for.

I unzipped his pants and took out his rock hard cock. I needed to feel it between my legs, so I pulled him to me, and wrapped my legs around his waist. With the wall supporting my back I was free to rock against him in an effort to try and fill myself with him. I could see the sweat dripping off his face and knew I must look the same, but at that moment I couldn't care less.

We continued to grind together until I felt him speeding up. I matched him push for push up to the last moment when I could feel my inner walls clench him one last time, and I came with an explosion of lights and sounds.

When I regained my senses I slowly slid down him until my feet unsteadily hit the floor. I knew I had a satisfied look on my face as did he, before he leaned over and kissed me one final time.

And then, just as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone, lost in the throng. I wobbled over to a small table nearby to regain my balance. It was then I noticed I had been robbed, he had stolen my panties; no doubt as a token to add to his wall of conquests. The funny thing was that I wasn't mad, just extremely satisfied...at least for tonight. Who knows maybe I would see him again someday, and I would get my panties back, and maybe something more...

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