More playing, more fun

Life has been treating me quite well lately. I've been taking some time to catch up with friends I've been neglecting, and basically getting out of the house some more. This past weekend I had an absolute blast. Met up with an old friend (like from childhood times) whom I've always considered the brother I never had. We've since drifted and done our own thing, but the Fates brought our paths together one more time. It was a last hurrah before his taking flight to a faraway paradise, and boy was it some kinds of fun!

I haven't been clubbing in quite some time; H has been decidedly self-conscious about his age and so I never really pressed the issue. The few times I've asked to go out he's declined, so I stopped asking. This past weekend though, I went without him. He was completely fine with it because it was a childhood-friend thing, and so on and so forth. After a couple of drinks, I was loosey-goosey and all over the dance floor. It didn't help matters that my childhood Friend (F) was super touchy-feely. He was delighted that I made it out to chill with him and his boys. Little did he know that because I haven't been dancing in a long time, I was bursting to let it all out.

From the minute that I arrived at the club, I saw F standing there at the bar. I tapped him on the shoulder and as soon as he saw me, gave me a great big hug that was very nice to receive. Throughout the meet & greet with his group, he kept slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him. I couldn't help but feel excitement and quite a bit of attraction toward him. (Mind you, he attended my wedding, and he's involved in a pretty serious, long term love affair of his own.)

On the dance floor, it was a whole other world. It's been many many years since I've been clubbing without my husband, or without a significant other for that matter. Normally, my super-sexy moves get focused solely on my H, and nobody else on the floor even comes close to us. Something about that loud beat and the feel of the sounds deep in my chest, down my spine and through the soles of my feet just really gets me going. Well, out there, I couldn't believe what was happening. I'm sure the girls who were out with us must have thought I was the biggest slut in the world, but I didn't care. I really couldn't give a shit.

My Friend, his friends, as well as random clubbers on the floor worked their way toward me throughout the night so they could get some grinding action, and with that music, that hot, sweaty environment gave me exactly what I needed. I must have danced with seven to ten different guys throughout the evening, hardcore dancing. Two in particular though stand out in my mind. One guy, very good looking, I just met that night as a friend of a friend of my Friend. We didn't really talk at all, but damn, out of nowhere I found him slipped up behind me, grinding against my ass. Whew! He was hot. The way his hips moved... mmm, mmm! He never used his hands, and kicking it up a notch, he would nuzzle against my neck without actually touching me. I expected at any moment that he would either kiss my neck deeply or full-on bite me. But neither of those things happened. Instead, he just kept on revving me up getting me hotter and hotter. Boy, that was fun.

The other was surprisingly, my Friend. He seemed somewhat shy through most of the dancing. I think he was trying to "be good", seeing as how his girlfriend was in another country and all. But eventually, he broke out of that shell. It first started with the playful type of dancing -- the kind you can just turn around and dance away from without giving or taking offense. All smiles and giggles. Good, decent fun. But by the third and fourth time around, you just can't take the sexiness anymore, and you just have to give in. That's when I felt his hands rest on my hips, and that's when my arm reached around the back of his thigh. That's when I felt that he was hard, and when we were grinding, I could feel his dick pressing up against me. That's when I turned around, our legs straddling each other's, and the rhythms took over. Enslaved to our bodies, we became passive as the legs, the hips, the groins just worked their magic together. We crossed a line. That line that flirts between sexy dancing and real dry grinding. Sex without fluids. Lengthy orgasm pumped through the body with ambient house beats enveloping. These are the telltale moments of what real sex would be like with that person. Fucking hot. That's what.

Whew. Damn did I have a good weekend.