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The Sticky Dance Floor

Damn, I hated the noise. No matter where you went, it 
was the same. Somehow, the deejays around the world 
must have all been going to the same school. There, 
they learned to turn the volume up until it hurt and 
loudspeakers only produced distortion. 

Even here at the bar, it was near impossible to hear the 
barmaid. She showed me four fingers, meaning four 
dollars for my beer. I wondered what sign she would 
make for five dollars and seventy-five cents? She was a 
beautiful woman with reddish hair and a little bit shorter 
than me. Maybe five foot six. 

As most barmaid, she was dressed extra sexy, with a 
black skirt and a white blouse. That was surely done on 
purpose, maybe to get better tips from the guys. She 
was looking at me with a very sexy, provocative smile 
as an extra, just for me. You bet. I didn't like being 
manipulated like that, but I gave her a five anyway. I 
knew she did that to all male customers, but it looked so 
personal. It's like the lottery, where you know you're 
not going to win, but you buy the ticket just in case. The 
chances of any other girl doing as much for me tonight 
were just about nil, in the best of scenarios.

I was the anonymous type of guy. The one all alone at 
the bar, except when being there with friends, but that 
was something else. As much as I dreamed of having a 
girlfriend all to myself, women were not returning the 
favor. I just wasn't the guy to make heads turn as I went 
by. I was used to it. That is, as much as you can get used 
to these things.

It looked like this would be another memorable, 
depressing evening. Memorable because I would think 
of all those gorgeous girls all around me. Depressing 
because that would be another night all alone, solitary 
within a crowd of hundreds of people. 

Well, at least I'd use my time proactively. That meant 
drinking my beer, smiling and enjoying all the women 
around me. Looking at their beautiful bodies was my 
favorite sport. I tried to picture their panties under their 
skirt, or imagine them undressing just for me. 

I would exploit the memory of the most outrageous 
bodies I would see tonight to play with myself for the 
rest of the week. Without their knowledge or consent, I 
would dream of fucking those girls and otherwise use 
them, while jerking off. Just like I did since I was a 
teenager. I had fucked so many girls in my mind. That's 
what all boys did anyway. 

All the guys I've known fantasized about fucking all the 
beautiful girls they met. Well, some of them got to fuck 
for real, also. The lucky ones. Those who had the body, 
or the cash, to get a girl interested. I had neither.

So I started hunting around the place, with my eyes as 
my only weapon. There were so many great-looking 
babes around me; I already felt the small pressure of my 
cock, trying to find its way up my pants. 

That was the problem with cocks; they always got 
themselves stuck somehow on the way up. Usually, 
there would be some cute babe around, not even aware 
of the effect she had on me. I'd have to find a way to 
either hide my erection or release it from the tangle of 
my pants or boxers. Sometimes, even a well-centered 
upward-pointing dick would still be easy to spot for 
anyone looking for something there. Thinking about 
these things made me harder. It had been too long since 
I last jerked off. I'd have to do it tonight, for sure.

My eyes went from one woman to the next, looking for 
the one I would "use" tonight for my hand job. That 
certainly changed my perspective. Instead of being an 
uninteresting nerd in this place, it made me the predator. 
No longer waiting for someone to be interested in me, I 
would decide all alone which of these woman would 
submit to all my desires. She didn't get a choice because 
she wouldn't be asked. No fear of rejection. I choose; 
she submits. I can say it cheered me up.

They were all beautiful but I had criteria. I'd think of 
two for a start. First, a brunette, or black hair would be 
even better. I never understood the guys-like-blonds-
more stereotype. Dark hairs were so fucking sexy! I 
hesitated between outfit and height as my second 
decisive factor. Of course, I could choose to have more 
than two constraints, but I didn't want to become too 
fussy. Having to choose was very exciting in itself; I 
wasn't used to having all the choices. Certainly not with 
women.

I finally made up my mind and selected the outfit as my 
second goal. I'd rather be with a short woman in a sexy 
skirt than a tall one in pants, that was sure. She'd have 
to be dressed sexy, but classy at the same time. 
Somewhere between the "I'm looking for a husband" 
look and the "I want to be fucked again tonight" look. 
Something more akin to the "you might take advantage 
of me, for this one occasion only" look. Some classy-
looking skirt, that's what I needed.

I signaled the barmaid for another beer, and then looked 
at the women on the dance floor. Damn, I would have 
fucked just about any of them right now. But I had to 
respect my self-established criteria, and that tall blond 
with the heavenly breast didn't match them. I looked at 
her for a while anyway, until my new beer arrived. Then 
my attention switched to the beautiful barmaid instantly.

Still looking at me with that inciting smile, she bent to 
my left to pickup things on the bar. I had to stop looking 
at my wallet to concentrate on her blouse opening, and 
the small but beautiful breast she was showing me 
nonchalantly. All woman did that, when they had to 
know better. They didn't care I guess. It's a way to say, 
"Look at what you could get if I wanted to," but she 
won't allow it of course.

If she had a braw it certainly didn't show. I couldn't see 
the nipples, but everything else was more than enough 
for me. That was all that was needed to put the final 
touch to my partial erection. It's surprising to see all the 
thoughts and bodily reactions that can happen because 
of a two-second look under a woman's shirt. She turned 
to me again and I pulled another five, with a grin. It 
would be something to fuck her right here on the bar, I 
dreamed for an instant.

Then I saw another young woman at a table to my left, 
at the border of the dance floor. While my problem was 
being alone, she seemed to have the opposite problem. 
She was surrounded by guys which she didn't seem to 
know, or at least didn't want to be with. The kind of 
well built guys who can afford to be careless with 
woman. No wonder they were trying their luck on her, 
she had the most fucking perfect body that I had ever 
seen.

She must have been quite tall looking at the long legs 
going down from her black skirt. Maybe five foot ten, 
which is certainly above average. With the fashionable 
look of a model and the face of an angel, she managed 
to forego leaving the impression of being too prissy. 
She had that roguish smile making it clear she was in 
control and she would do what she pleased.

For now, she was making it clear to those guy they were 
not about to take advantage of her in any way. One of 
them sat with her at the table and talked to her. 
Whatever he said, she answered by keeping her 
sophisticated stance and shaking her head left and right. 
The guy wouldn't stop without pushing his luck a bit 
farther. He slowly extended his hand under the table and 
rested on her left thigh.

Without even a flicker of her eyes, she kept smiling and 
moved the guy's hand back on his own thigh, saying 
something to him. Then he put his hand back on the her 
leg, only this time much higher. His friends were having 
a good laugh seeing what was happening. I'm not sure 
she heard them anyway, with the outrageously loud 
music. Still sitting upright, she looked down and started 
talking again. Most probably advising him to move 
away because she had a serious look now.

Again, she tried to remove his hand but this time it 
didn't work at all. He smiled at her. I was trying to 
decide what I should do. Maybe tell the doorman. I was 
certainly not about to resolve the issue myself, since this 
guy must have had hands twice as large as mine. Then 
an unmistakable sign of pain replaced his smile. I 
understood immediately when I saw the woman's hand 
firmly holding the guy's crotch. She was obviously not 
giving him the hand job he would have liked. His 
friends were still laughing, but at him now.

The overly attractive female then got off her seat and 
went directly to the dance floor, without looking back. 
There was more than a pair of eyes rolling in the 
direction of her sexy body, while she walked past them. 
This woman was rocking the place. All about her 
impressed me, and I found myself wishing I had the 
guts to lay my hand on her thigh just once, like this 
other idiot. Feeling my cock regaining in hardness, I 
suddenly realized I had lost my erection while looking 
at the scene. That temporary plight would be resolved 
very soon though. This woman was so "fuckable" that 
she would give a hard-on to a paraplegic. 

She started to dance to the beat of an old disco hit. I 
scrutinized her every move, looking at her small, but 
very palpable breast. I imagined taking those into my 
hands and had to move my dick manually so it could 
continue its upward course. 

Her moving waist got me wander further into my 
thoughts. I imagined her waist moving like that to play 
with my hardened cock, as I got deeper into her 
perfectly tight fuck hole. It was so farfetched that it 
sounded implausible even in a dream. No matter, I was 
so aroused I decided to go jerk off in the men's 
restroom right away, while the image of this ideal 
screwing partner was still fresh in my mind.

Going directly to the restroom from my place was just 
about impossible. There were so many people in this 
place, and more coming in by the minute as usually 
happens this late, that I decided to make it through the 
dance floor. What the heck, I would even make sure to 
pat her with my left hand in passing. The hand I would 
use to masturbate, of course.

As I got up, the music changed for a slow. That 
wouldn't change much of anything for me. I saw that it 
did for her though. The big strong guy had recovered 
from the trauma of his squeezed balls and was heading 
her way. It seemed this guy had the nerves to ask for a 
dance; whatever it was, she declined. I was next to the 
girl now and it was quite a feeling to be as near as that. 
Progressing slowly in the crowd and not daring to look 
at her, I brushed my left hand on her bottom while 
moving ahead. I had barely advanced when I felt 
something gripping my belt. "Uh, oh, she didn't like 
that" I thought.

I turned around anticipating a frown from her, but she 
was smiling to me and looking surprised. Saying 
something I didn't understand she started kissing me as 
if we had known each other forever. We must have been 
quite intimate in that other life, because she was French 
kissing me now! My hearth skipped a beat or two as I 
tried to make sense of all this, abandoning my body to 
her will in the meantime. Her wet tongue was already 
hard at work as she closed her arms around my waist. I 
was helpless to do anything.

To me, it was pretty much like a top model was raping 
me on the dance floor. My eyes still closed, I felt her 
tongue release her tender grip as she transferred her left 
hand to behind my neck. Her mouth moved to my ear 
but she didn't talk to me. Rather, she started licking my 
earlobe. I gasped. 

She was obviously using me to give a lesson to the guy 
who was bothering her a moment before. He would 
learn to take his turn; learn that she decided what 
happened, when and with whom. He had indeed 
retreated and was looking at us fixedly. I was about to 
talk to her, but the intense look of her blue eyes looking 
into mine was all that was said. She continued to prod 
me, lowering her right hand on my bottom. I could bear 
it no more and pulled her myself as I returned her 
previous kiss; only with more sexual passion.

She did not resist my advances but instead pushed the 
game even further by massaging my back under my 
sweater, starting from my shoulders and going down as 
far as she could. Her fingers moved slowly, and for 
every inches going down, my hardening dick was 
making the opposite move. She must have felt the 
obvious bulge on her belly because she was pushing 
even more, even rubbing herself on me!

There were more and more couples on the dance floor 
and it was a good thing. The crowd would hide us a bit, 
because it was getting pretty hot now that I had slipped 
my right hand under her shirt. Moving my hand up ever 
so slowly, so she could stop me as she wished, I didn't 
feel her braw. I pressed her against my chest to get a 
feel of her bosoms. I could feel the nakedness even 
through her shirt. 

I wondered whether  I could push my luck even further. 
She had started it and there was no stopping me now 
unless she made her limits clear. I looked around, 
waiting for a safe moment. Being thankful for the 
darkness of the place, I caressed her skin on my way up, 
until I felt her breast. Slowly but surely, a bit anxious, 
my hand familiarized itself with her feminine curves. At 
last, my fingers touched her nipple as I looked at her 
intently in the eyes, expecting a reprobative look which 
never came.

Her mouth opened and her eyes closed, as she savored 
my fingers' touch. I played with her tit for a while, and 
then cupped my hand around the whole mound of flesh, 
squeezing gently. I was still savoring this moment 
when, unexpectedly, she took control again by 
unzipping my pants in one quick move. Damn, I was at 
once nervous. I had done these horny things a million 
times in my head, but this sex goddess was making me 
live through them! 

We were mostly in a corner of the dance floor, but there 
were still people everywhere. Surely someone would 
notice what was going on, even in the dim light. The 
man she was avoiding when she got a hold of me didn't 
miss a thing that was sure, because he still fixed us. I 
must have blushed, standing there with my zipper down.

The pressure was about to move yet another step higher. 
She looked at me with a provocative smile. Then she 
did it. From inside my pants, I felt the fabric shift as 
something moved in. I would not have thought it 
possible, but my hardened penis got even harder, more 
swollen in expectation as my boxers were being 
unbuttoned. In one swift move, her whole hand closed 
on my shaft, and I groaned as a surge of pre-cum made 
it through, to the tip of my swollen glans.

I was stunned as much by her beauty as by the whole 
situation. I had no previous experience with a woman 
and here I was, a stranger holding my hard rod under 
my pants on a fucking dance floor. We even had one 
spectator fully aware of what was going on. 

I didn't know what to do but she did. She stared at the 
other guy as if to challenge him, and started stroking my 
dick. The closeness of our bodies helped conceal the 
outrageous event, but it was as risky as walking on the 
edge of a skyscraper. That's how I felt anyway, 
although my male hormones soon took over and I began 
to accept the situation.

I closed my eyes again as pleasure overcame me. I 
imagined all that I would like to do if only I could. I'd 
bring her down on her knees and have the perverted 
bitch take my cock out and suck on it while everybody 
looked at her in shock. Instead of moving my hip, I 
would push her head up and down my shaft. After 
screwing myself with her head, I'd turn her around and 
have her bend forward, using a table for support. 

Everybody would see me lift her short skirt and pull her 
panties to expose her vulva. To make it clear to her who 
was in control now, I'd put my finger in her mouth for 
her to lick wet. I would then fill her hole with the damp 
finger for a while, before I came back to soak it again in 
her mouth and back to her cunt. 

With everybody still looking; the men at this submissive 
woman's body and the women at my own throbbing 
cock, I would set my glans on the lips of her sex. I 
would delight myself by looking fixedly at some 
random woman in the crowd, locking eyes with her 
while I pushed and forced my way inside the other 
woman. That would feel pretty much like fucking the 
two of them at once! 

Although I could only imagine these things, it was easy 
to blend reality and fiction with the feelings of the real 
hand now rubbing my cock. My ecstasy was shielding 
me from the fear of getting caught. She pushed her hand 
even farther inside my pants and between my legs, 
running her fingers on the extremely sensitive skin of 
my crotch. As she scraped my balls delicately with her 
fingernails before she squeezed my pouch of skin, I 
made it all the way to heaven in a split second.

Taken off guard, I had been overwhelmed by her 
exquisite manipulations. I groaned as tension built near 
instantaneously, filling my veined dick with more blood 
and pressure than it could possibly take. I felt the 
inevitability of what was to follow. Barely dancing 
anymore, I tried to remain composed while a dense and 
voluminous batch of my sperm was ejected forcefully 
under my pants. I had jolts of intense pleasure with each 
and every one of the powerful spasms. 

I felt her cum-drenched hand still yanking me when I 
became conscious that my dick had been pulled out of 
my pants. My unusually large load of cum had filled her 
hand, and was dripping on the floor as she squeezed my 
shaft for more. Her head on my shoulder and facing the 
other guy, she continued to play with my dick as it 
became less and less rigid. I would have stayed there for 
the rest of my life, but then she put my flaccid dick back 
where it belonged. There was sperm everywhere inside 
my pants and I felt soaked. 

She gave me a quick kiss and a wink, then glanced at 
her tormentor one last time in defiance, and left. 

Incredible as it was, the weirdest part of this story was 
its impact on my life. It had none, actually. A week 
later, I was back with my routine; searching bars for 
great-looking babes that I imagined fucking in my mind, 
while jerking off. No other woman ever touched my 
cock again. I still get a good laugh though, thinking of 
all those people wondering why the dance floor was so 
sticky, dancing on my load of cum.


The End

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