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I went to a club last weekend, looking to unwind. Partway through the night, a guy sat next to me, and we started chatting. It wasn’t long before his hand was on my thigh, slowly moving higher. I let him slide his fingers under my skirt, and he ended up touching me through my underwear, stroking until I was soaked. It felt risky doing that in such a public place, but I was too turned on to care.
He then suggested booking a private dance with a stripper. I followed him into this small, dimly lit room. A dancer in barely-there lingerie started her routine while he stood behind me, his hands roaming over my hips and waist. When she came closer, she pressed her chest against mine, rubbing her breasts on me while swaying to the music.
Meanwhile, the guy pulled my skirt up, undid his pants, and slipped inside me. I clung to the dancer for balance, her skin hot and slick against mine. Each thrust pushed me against her body as she continued to dance, her chest brushing mine. The mix of his deep thrusts and her breasts pressed against me made me lose track of everything else in the club.
He finished inside me after a few intense minutes, and I was left shaky and breathless. The stripper gave me a knowing look, smiling as she ended her set.
