My name is Clare. I am a respectable married woman, I live a respectable married life.
However like everybody I was different in the past, I do not think this is unusual however there are some things that I have done that seem more extreme than any of my friends are willing to admit to. I have never shared the details but am going to do now.
I am 5'7 with dark hair and green eyes. I am a size 12, have 34b boobs and wide hips and bum.
The incident occurred when I was 20 and like all people people that age there was nothing better than spending Friday night on the town with my friends. On this particular night we ended up in the local night club it was full, the night was hot and the drink and the vibe were great. I was wearing a black dress, it was backless so I only had some tape on my boobs and a small black thong below.
Late on, my group of friends had spread all other the dance floor and I found myself dancing alone. I guess I looked like easy prey as i felt behind me a guy approach and start to move in for that weird bump and grind things guys like to do. He was 6' tall dark hair and nice eyes. He looked nice so I decided to dance with him.
His hands were on my hips as he pressed up behind me. I arched my back so that my ample bum rubbed up against him. The rhythms and the alcohol were having a nice effect on me.
He turned me around and he started to kiss me on the dance floor. We were still moving to the beat and our legs entwined into a bit of a dirty dance. His leg was rubbing against my thong it felt good and after many minutes of great dancing he asked me if I wanted to take a break and get a drink. At the bar he told me his name was Cam and as we chatted I found myself being more and more attracted to him.
As the night was winding down I started to worry as I could no longer see any of my friends. Concerned how I was getting back Cam offered to walk me home.
Outside I knew what he had in mind but I felt up for one more goodnight snog. As we left the club I became aware of another man tagging along. Cam introduced him as Warren, his friend and said that they would both walk me home and would then crash at his place. Cam slipped is arm round me as we walked. Warren was 5'10, had sandy hair and a little thick set.
The post club beat was still ringing in my ears as Cam pulled me into a shop doorway and started to kiss me I kissed back. I felt his hand rub up the outside of my leg and under my skirt. I opened my eyes and could see Warren waiting not looking but taking the odd peak.
I pulled away and continued walking. Cam slipped his arm round me but this time kept slipping his hand up to my bum, concerned he was flashing people driving past I kept moving it away but the whole situation was having an effect.
Whilst passing an alleyway he moved towards it and quickly pulled me off the road, there was nothing sinister in the way he did it but he was smooth and I was behind the shops in the darkness before I knew what happened. He pulled me towards him and started to kiss me, his tongue darting into my mouth. I resisted a little at first but with all the build up I decided to go with it a little.