*All characters in this story are over the age of 18!*
So, I'll admit, it started with me getting drunk. It was a new sensation for me having freshly turned 21, I had never really felt compelled to drink before now but it seemed that once I started I quite enjoyed it. I would go out with some of my friends and they used to pressure me all the time to drink with them and at first I didn't see the appeal at all. I would watch them chug and make faces as if it was the worst thing you could ever hope to ingest. Then, they would act like idiots and stumble and say embarrassing things. Like this one time, a friend of mine drank so much he started crying and moping about how he felt so alone in the world. I just didn't get why anyone would want to feel like that. Then it dawned on me one day that alcohol could have a use for me.
We went out to a bar and all my buddies started drinking as usual. My friends once again pestering me to drink, me once again saying no way. Then as they were kicking them back I looked around the bar and noticed there was a dance floor. There were so many women dancing and drinking, hands all over bodies. Clothes were being pulled at and things hidden being revealed. I wanted to get in on that action, but it felt like an unfair advantage being sober while they were drunk, almost like I'd be some kind of sleaze. So I picked up one of the cups of mixed drink and downed it quickly. I didn't know what I was expecting to feel but at first I didn't notice much, just the harsh taste in my throat. My friends looked up at me with surprise then started cheering and downing their drinks as well. They put another in my hand and I drank that just as fast as the first one, noticing it wasn't as bad as the prior drink. As I set the cup down I realized that I did feel a little different so feeling better about my morality I walked out to the dance floor to mingle.
I honestly had no idea what I was doing, I didn't have any experience with women so I looked around to see what others were doing. It was mostly women on the floor, laughing loudly and drinking while they danced. I did see one guy near the middle though and he would just dance to himself, legs spread out a little moving his hips. Women would dance closer and closer to him until they were grinding their asses against him. I had a blueprint, time to try it out.
I figured my odds weren't bad, I wasn't ugly. I was just under 6ft, black wavy hair down to my shoulders. I was dressed well, I knew to keep my shoes new and clean. It wasn't long before girls were making eye contact and swaying their asses closer and closer to me. Then I saw one woman who stood out from the crowd. She was older than the others, late thirties perhaps. I hadn't really considered a woman who was that much older than me before now but there was something in the way she was eyeing me that I really enjoyed. The other girls closer to my age were more timid, probably afraid of rejection. This woman was confident, it was heavily arousing.
She was dressed in a very short red dress, I quickly saw that nearly all her back was uncovered. She looked at me intensely as she started backing up toward me. Her ass was large but wonderfully both soft and firm. As she began rubbing her glutes on my thigh I felt a warm feeling come over me. My cheeks got more and more red as both her body and the alcohol worked together to heat my body up.
Suddenly I felt the room twist a little as the effect of the mixed drink became more noticeable. My thoughts changed as I felt a surge of confidence, all I wanted to do was run my hands over this woman. I was in no state of mind to fight my bodily urges as my hands went first to her belly. I kept them there for a moment somehow cognizant enough to gauge her reaction. I felt her movements increase in fever as she ground harder against me, shifting her alignment to focus more on my crotch. I communicated that I liked this by running one hand up her body while the other trailed down. I did it very slowly, I wanted to explore her but I also didn't want to cross any boundaries or reservations that she might have. My heart sank to my gut as she grabbed the wrist of my hand that was trailing closer to her waistline. I soon saw that I didn't have much to worry about as she led my hand down to her upper thigh and held it there for a few moments. I took the hint and was happy with where it ended up. Before my other hand could reach higher than her lowest couple of ribs she began leaning forward, still maintaining her rhythmic movements. I left the hand that was on her thigh and pulled the other around to her back, tracing my fingers along her. She looked back at me over her shoulder with a wicked smile, then began to more thrust herself against me than dance. I didn't really concern myself with looking around the room to gauge how acceptable this was, though it did cross my mind that it might look odd.
Then I felt it; my budding erection. It started out as just a chub, but just feeling it growing was enough to put my focus on it. I felt her round ass grind a little harder on it, making circles now as she swirled it in my boxers. I felt it standing straighter and straighter as she dropped her face closer to the ground. She began a kind of twerk against me as she flexed one cheek then the other in continual alternation against my hips. My pants were loose enough to allow myself the room needed to grow, despite my immodest length. I could feel it begin pressing between her cheeks and down, touching her thighs as well. In response she lowered her hips, dragging her body along the length of it as we dry humped. I pulled at her skirt to keep the head of my penis covered from any onlookers. Slowly she started standing back up as she brought her hand behind my head. She turned and kissed me as she clamped her thighs tightly down on my cock.
Her hand dropped down to her groin as she touched both of us, resting her thumb against her clothed clit as her fingers wrapped around the underside of my cock. It was getting to be more than I could bear. With her hand still behind my head she tuned her lips to my ear and spoke-
"Do you want more?"
Breathlessly I nodded and she walked off holding my hand, not without squeezing me between her thighs a little tighter before we parted. As we exited there were more than a few young girls watching me walk away, making eyes at me and my counterpart. The alcohol and my dance partner once again working together to make me feel quite unembarrassed; in fact I felt a little proud.