It was New Year’s and in a bid to find somewhere to celebrate before twelve, we settled for a house party.
As soon we got in, I knew that it was going to be something crazy, there were tons of men, in fact more men than women. I was in for a good night.
I walked around, got a few drinks and managed to find a spot close to the bass pumping speakers, the DJ was very cute and looked my way a lot.
He gave his friend a handful of records and made his way over to me.
DJ: That is one sexy dress you have on
Me: It is. Would you like to touch it?
DJ: Dance with me
They put on a lover’s rock tune, within minutes everyone was paired up, men rubbing up against women, and women wearing out the wallpaper.
Me: Ok
He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed him against the wall, I could feel his cock, it was hard and stiff. His hands were everywhere, on my bum, thighs and tits.
DJ: Your dress is fucking sexy
Me: Tell me why
DJ: I can feel all of you, like you are naked
Me: It is satin and silk
DJ: Whatever it is, I like it
Me: I can tell, your cock is really hard
DJ: Turn around
I backed my arse up on his cock, rubbed, whined and grinded until heard I him moan:
DJ: Fuck
Me: What’s the matter baby?
DJ: You made me come
Me: Really?
He gave me his number and said that he had to leave, he had been booked for three other parties that night.
So I put his number in my bag and said that I would call him.
As I was about to get some fresh air; it was seriously hot – a tall guy asked me for a dance.
He managed to press me against the speaker, his cock wedged inside of me and his hands squeezing my tits. I could not resist, when it was midnight, I gave him a kiss; he put his tongue in my mouth.
Him: You are a bad woman in that dress
Me: Am I?
Him: Can’t you see how the men are looking at you?
Me: Oh
Him: Look, take my number and call me yeah
After that I danced with a total of six men, cocks ramming up against my pussy, their knees trembling when it all got too much and of course a few grunts when they could not control it and came.
When I dance to lover’s rock or a slow jam, I dance like I’m having sex. I tease and I grind. For me, it is a way to release sexual tension without actually fucking.
At 7:00am, I had my last dance and my dress was crushed, sweaty and clung to my body, gripping my tits. My peeps asked how many numbers I got:
Me: A few, not much
Peeps: Liar, we saw you, you and that dress.
