The beat in the club is very intense. It throbs like a living thing and mesmerizes the dancers. The people just sway and move to it, like a snake when the charmer plays the flute. They look like a huge throng of people fucking in their clothes as we watch them. You could feel the sexuality, the pure animal lust that flows from person to person on the dance floor.

You have your hand on my leg. Just an innocent place to lay it as you watch the people dance below us. Soon however, you became very aware of my leg, and began to gently stroke it and then squeeze it as your own state of arousal grows. All those bodies. . . All those people. . . All that lust. It is definitely getting to you.

It is getting to me too. I close my legs slightly so my hard cock, which is tucked down my other pant leg, rubs the back of your knuckles. You smile and ask me to switch seats with you. I smile and we swap seats so that now, your hand is squeezing my thick cock through my pants. You know enough to not squeeze too hard or fast or I would shoot my load right then and there. You have magic hands.

I rest my hand casually on your leg for a while but, it is too much for you as well. You slide down the seat so that my hand is pressed under your skirt and against the silk of your black pantyhose. The crotch is soaking wet when my hands first touch it and the juices are literally almost dripping from you within seconds of starting to play with you.

We would normally leave at this point. So turned on that we have to go fuck, but when I try to stand you pull me back down. You are beyond wanting to leave. You want it now. You don’t care if we are in public or not. You are so fucking horny, you need it now.

I look around and see a table back in the corner with no one around it. Alone in the shadows, it was far enough from the main walk way to be semi-private. Grabbing your hand I pull you there.

We sit down and start making out immediately. Our tongues intertwine and taste each other’s breath. Soon our hands begin to reach out and explore each other. I brazenly slide my hand directly under your skirt and begin to rub your clit through the sopping wet silk. I want to make you cum. I rub and pinch you but, you shake your head no.

You have my cock in your hands through my pants fabric. My nice hard cock throbs in your hands. Being rubbed off through your hosiery isn’t enough. Not tonight. You need that cock. You want it. And you want it now.

I’m getting anxious as you unzip me and pull my hard cock out and begin to stroke it. It feels so good to have you stroking me. We feel so dirty knowing we could get caught at any second.

You stand and turn around and sit in front of my cock on my lap. There was no stopping now. We have to finish. 

I pull your skirt up so that the bottom of your crotch could be seen. You lean forward slightly so your pussy is presented to me to take. God, you think to yourself, just take me and fuck me now, please.

My fingers slide under each leg and pull the fabric tight. I pull hard as I can and you feel the silk rip and tear from the top of your ass crack to the front of your clit. The feel of the silk ripping away, the feel of my effort, and the feel of the cold air rushing against your wet pussy sends shudders through you and you have no control left. You reach down between your legs and grab my cock and hold it straight out and impale yourself on it. 

You began bouncing; trying to do it to the beat as if that would fool anyone. You don't care about fooling anyone really. You slide up its length slowly and then fuck down onto it hard, the entire length of my cock filling you to the point of a twinge of pain from its size. The twinge, though, doesn't slow you down, only makes you want it more. You begin to bounce wildly on my cock.

Your breasts bounce as you ride me. Swinging and swaying one slips free of your bra and the stiff nipple rubs on the silk of your blouse. You look up and see the bartender, a cute little brunette watching us.

The bartender is trying to decide if she should call the bouncers or not but, you could also see that the bartender was enjoying the show too.

You bounce harder and harder, it won't be long, we are both too close. I forget where I am and reach around and begin to grab at your breasts, squeezing them and pinching your free nipple. You don't care anymore, you let me slid my hand under your top and expose your breast and grab its soft flesh. 

The bartender is obviously going to call the bouncers, you can tell that. We are out of control. You fuck me hard and fast, wanting to cum, wanting me to cum before we get caught.

The bartender puts down her hand rag she had been wiping with and turns to go get the bouncers. You don't care. You know we will be done in time. My cock is throbbing, I’m moaning and grabbing your tit so hard it hurts. I will cum soon. A great geyser of cum shooting into your pussy. Filling you up with my hot cum. Filling you. . . .

That is the last thought you have as your own orgasm shoots through you. Your body bounces and grinds on automatic now, doing whatever feels best to it. You scream out and it is lost in the music as you throw your head back and claw at your own breast with your long nails. You feel me shooting cum in you, feel my cock throb and unload as you cum. The sensations blend and the music and lights make everything seem too intense for a second.

You lean on the table as the last shudder shoots through you. I’m already out of you and pulling my zipper back up. I reach over and pull your skirt back down and try to look casual with sweat dripping down my flushed face. 

We see the bartender returning and stand up. We need to get out quickly. Grabbing each other’s hands we both walk on wobbly legs as we weave into the crowd on the dance floor. We know it is the best place to lose the bouncer and it would give us a chance to get out.

We emerge on the other side and make for the door. The door man gives us a funny look as we pass. We hurry past the man and he doesn't move to stop us. Walking into the parking lot we both start laughing. We realize why the man had such a funny look on his face. We walk on to the car, my cum dripping down your legs over the black silk hosiery you are wearing, the contrast is quite breath taking.