I’m Desperate for Public Fingering on the Dance Floor

Sometimes It’s Hotter When You Don’t See It Coming…

I love to let go on the dance floor. When it’s been a long hard week, getting to just go wild and crazy to some hot beat and deep thrumming bass really helps me take the edge off. I want to be able to just dance and forget about the hum drum of life for a moment. So it shook me up a bit to see my neighbor on the dance floor tonight. I’ve had a crush on him for ages. I thought just blushing at the sight of him would be the end of it… little did I know I was in for a hot public fingering right there in the middle of the crowd.

He clocks me from across the floor of writhing bodies, his jawline lit sharp by the colorful lights. At first, he seems shy, pretends not to, and just keeps moving, shirt sticking to him in ways that should be illegal. But I decide to be bold. His energy is a gravitational force, so maybe I never had a choice anyway. By the time the chorus hits, I had slithered my way through the crowd toward him. I had no idea it would lead to me getting a public fingering soon after.

I’ve Had My Eye On Him for So Long

Now it’s time for me to catch his eye. I smile at him, before whipping around and letting my hair brush against him right as he lifts a hand to wave at me. I’m writhing to 120 BPM, skin damp and hair stuck to the back of my neck, when I feel the brush of fingertips against my waist. I could pretend not to know who it is, but I’d recognize that aftershave anywhere, cedar and citrus and a quietly lethal confidence that always leaves me breathless in the elevator. He’s behind me, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his body through my thin top. My chest tightens and I press back into him, just enough to let him know I’m not running.

He takes the invitation with surprising boldness, hands settling on my hips and grinding me back against him. The friction sends a jolt up my spine. I lose track of the melody, lost instead in the rhythm of his touch and the thrum of the crowd enveloping us. For a second, I’m just a body in motion, a vessel for sensation, with no room for thoughts or words. All that exists are his hands and my naughty thoughts. I can’t help but think of all the fantasies I’ve had about him for months, like taking his anal virginity or giving him a sloppy holiday blowjob. He hasn’t even given me a public fingering yet, but I can’t help but let out a moan.

Give Me a Public Fingering Right Here Right Now

The music is so loud, so I think he feels the vibration of it more than hears it. But he definitely notices my arousal, as he responds by wrapping his arms tighter around me. I let myself give into his touch. My head lolls back onto his shoulder, and I feel him press his lips to my neck. I grip his arm, feeling his strong muscles flex at my touch. His hand slides so easily down my body, as though he’s done this a million times before. The thought makes me imagine that he’s fantasized about this exact moment before, and the excitement of it sends a jolt right to my pussy. As though following that electricity right through my body, his hand dips into the front of my pants.

I can barely contain myself, as he gives me a public fingering right here in front of everyone. I flip myself around to face him, and wrap myself around him. Our bodies are pressed so close that he is all I can pay attention to despite the chaos of the dance floor around us. I’ve been dreaming about him for so long. And now I finally have him, his fingers playing with my pussy and my lips meeting his like in my wildest fantasies.

I bet you have some hot and crazy fantasies of your own. Your Goddess of phone sex wants to hear all of them. Come confess to me about the naughty neighbor thoughts you have, and we’ll see what kind of fantasy comes up next…

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