fondled in a night club

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fondled in a night clubMy friend Wiffer wrote a story “The girl in the spray-on jeans” and I liked it so much, I thought I’d write a version from the girl’s point of view. Hope you like it…I was bored. Very bored. I hadn’t been out for ages and all my friends were away. When I’m in this kind of mood, dancing always lifts me and I remembered some complimentary tickets I had picked up for Polyanna’s nightclub that night. So I thought, that’s what I’ll do.I went through my wardrobe wondering what to wear and remembered some new jeans I’d bought recently. So I got showered and did all the girly stuff before putting the jeans on with a nice top. It was a real struggle getting the jeans on as they were sooo tight but when I finally got them buttoned and zipped, I felt really good and sexy. A quick look in the mirror showed me what I knew already, that the jeans wee a bit too tight and cutting me in half but I thought what the hell.At the club, I was really busy with lots of people dancing and I didn’t feel self-conscious dancing alone. In fact I was really enjoying it for two reasons: firstly, all the guys standing around watching and secondly, every time I moved my backside in a certain way, my tight jeans pressed on my “bits” sending a warm feeling through me. I must admit to feeling quite wet on the dancefloor.Later on, the smoochy numbers started and I agreed to dance with a couple of guys. The first one wasn’t very attractive and I sent him away after a dance. The second one was grinding his obviously hard cock into my belly. Whilst it was a turn on, his bad breath was a bigger turn off canlı bahis so I sent him packing. Anyway, that was it for the night and I had to wait in the usual crush to get out of the club.In the foyer of Polyanna’s, there is always a crush to get coats and get out and it usually takes 20 minutes on a busy night and all you can do is wait with your arms squashed forward with other sweaty dancers. On this particular night I was surrounded by about 6 guys, all equally squashed as me, all looking towards the exit for signs of movement.After a couple of minutes of this, I felt a strange sensation on my backside which I put down to people being pushed against me. Then the feeling was a bit less random to be that. Yes, it was a hand on my arse! A hand that started moving around over both cheeks. My first reaction was to confront the culprit but I couldn’t see who it was. Everyone looked so innocent and eager to get out so rather than accuse the wrong person, I decided to put up with it, after all it wasn’t such a bad feeling……But then the hand got lower and lower and I started to feel something between my thighs. I was in two minds…do I try to make a move away and try to catch the pervy bastard or do I stay put. In the end I decided to stay put, after all it was starting to feel quite nice and a warm glow was spreading up from my pussy.Then the hand started to get more adventurous. OH.MY GOD, I could feel fingers actually rubbing my pussy through my jeans!I’m almost ashamed to say that I was enjoying this. My hands were clutching my purse in front of me and I started to accompany bets10 the fingers on my pussy by running a finger around my clit through my jeans. My knees were quivering and if it wasn’t for the crush holding me up, I think I would have fallen over. This went on for about 10 minutes with me getting hotter and wetter all the time until eventually the crush spilled out onto the street where, as luck would have it, an empty cab was waiting.I jumped into the cab behind the driver and told him where to go. On the 20 minute journey, I put my hand inside my coat and undid the zip on my jeans and quick as a flash I had my hand in my panties and 3 fingers in my pussy which was so wet, I had to try hard to not make squelching noises!A couple of days later, my friend Kate came over and suggested we go for coffee. We went to a quiet little place I know and sat down at a table near a guy with a book and a couple of other people.Kate asked, “how was your night out the other day?”“I had a great time, shame you weren’t there”,She asked what I wore.“Well, you remember those jeans I bought when we last went shopping?”“You mean the ones that give you a camel-toe” she tittered.“yes, but they make me feel sooo sexy. Everytime I move in them,they make me feel all warm inside”.“did you pull?” she asked. Kate always likes to hear about my love life in intimate detail.“No, but something really sexy happened”“Tell me more” she said with a grin.I lowered my voice.“You know what a crush it can be to get out of Polyanna’s. Well, I was waiting patiently when someone started to fondle my arse”,“oooh, bets10 giriş you lucky thing!”“Ah, but it went a bit further than that. What started off on my arse soon ended up rubbing my pussy. If I didn’t have jeans on, I’d have had someone’s hand up there!”“Now I’m getting excited” whispered Kate. “what did you do?”“I couldn’t do anything so I thought I’d help out rubbing my clit through my jeans, my hands were there anyway.”“Keep talking…I want to use this later”, said Kate mischievously.“That was it really but by the time I came out of the club, my pussy was gushing!”Kate said, “you are really turning me on, this is sooo hot! Do you mind if I have a diddle under the table?” I told her to go ahead as she always does this when I recount my exploits with men. She’s just a born masturbator and I love her for being so open about it.Kate leaned forward at the table with one hand under it rubbing at her jean-clad crotch. “Tell me more” she said. I must admit to being a bit nervous about others in the cafe, especially the guy behind us but he seemed engrossed in his book.“well, I got in a taxi. I’ve never done anything like it before but as soon as I sat down, I hand my hand in my pants and was pumping my twat as hard as I could. I’m sure the taxi drive could hear me squelching. I think I came about 4 times on the way home!”“Oh god!” Kate whispered. I noticed that her hand was actually inside her jeans, rubbing as rapidly as she dared. “I’m cumming!” she whispered gripping the table and trying to look casual at the same time.Meanwhile, I could smell something familiar but couldn’t quite put my finger on what. Anyway, by the time Kate came down from her orgasm the guy behind us had left and the staff were asking questions about a smell too with one of the girls saying “smells like spunk to me”. Then I remembered….

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