by Miss Anonna
It was a long week and Joann had called me earlier in the day asking me to join her and her new beau and the new night club just on the other side of town. In fact, the new club was just out of the towns jurisdiction and I had heard that things go on there that just do not happen in town. In any case, I had agreed earlier and even though I had no energy to go out, I just could not stand her up again or I would chance losing her as a friend and ally.
I drove home from work and quickly jumped into the shower, got dressed in my clubbing digs and moved my ass up to the joint as quickly as I could. I had, in my attempt to make it look like I drove straight from work, managed to get there well before she did but vowed to myself to make the best of the situation so I wandered up to the bar and ordered myself a drink. I vaguely remember him from a tryst in another bar across town but he seemed to remember me well. After several minutes of sarcastic, flirtatious banter I finally got him to make my drink and bring it over to me. The place was packed.
“Hey!” I half screamed. “Do you have a monkey nearby that could lead me to a table?”
“What?” He hollered across the bar. “No date?” My eyes turned into little slits and had I been drinking Tequila, I would have no doubt clocked him in the smart ass jaw that threw that out into the open, nearly stopping every male patron within ear shot and pasting their glare upon me. I grabbed his tie and pulled him down into the bar like a bad bitch biker chick and planted my pouty Jessica Rabbit lips nearly into his.
“Look, Loverboy, I just need a monkey right now and since the whole world now knows I’m dateless, You AND your monkey need to find me a table or I blow this joint right now.” I said barely holding on to my straight face. He laughed and soon agreed, looked to his left and waved a host in who let me down towards the dance floor to a corner bar table. I hung my jacket over the back of the chair and set my drink on the top. I didn’t see Joanne there so I grabbed my phone out of my jacket pocket and dialed her number. It rang once and I headed towards the corner not more than a foot away. I leaned against a huge circular pillar and I was able to hear only slightly better. I felt a breeze on the back of my neck and heard the slap of a coat against the railing next to me where the legs of a man appeared before me through the railing.
I could hear my call much clearer now as his jacket seemed to block all the sound coming from the DJ. I leaned further into the nook created between the pillar and the railing and found it easier and easier to hear my phone call but Joanne wasn’t answering. The jacket began to move above me as he slid it towards me on the top of the railing. I looked up at him and he seemed to be scanning the crowd below and just as I looked away I saw him look down at me. I pretended to be on a call, slightly yelling into the phone and watched as he slid the jacket closer and closer to me, nearly blocking all sound around me. Again I glanced up and he was scanning the crowd and smiling.
As my view dropped towards the floor I stopped at the view directly in front of me. Through the railings he was swaying his hips from side to side slightly to the music. I was momentarily mesmerized by his movements directly in front of me. I looked up at him and he was looking out into the crowd. I looked to the right but all I saw was his jacket. I looked to the left and there was a huge, concrete pillar. I smiled and then looked up again and he was looking down at me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back, winked at him and pretended to be talking to a girlfriend, getting in comments about some hot guy near me. I looked dead ahead again and I could see some significant changes in the front of his pants and those changes were getting a bit drastic. I looked up at him again and he was looking into the crowd but I knew he was watching me closely. He began to sway some more and I pretending to be in a conversation while watching his crotch intently. I mimicked a conversation. “No!” I said slowly making sure my lips were right in front of his swaying crotch. “Really? Oh my God” Again I said slowly and then dropped my jaw as if I were absolutely stunned. I watched as the front of his pants grew to an embarrassing size and then smiled as he pushed his hips into the railing. I turned around to get a good look at the dance floor and realized no one knew I was even around. I went back to my pretend conversation. “Oh, oh, oh, oh my God” I said again really slow as I pushed my head between the railing toward his growing curiosity and accidentally bumped him. I backed off and looked up to see him looking at me in astonishment. “I’m so sorry,” I yelled.
“No worries!” He said leaning over the railing to get closer. I could still feel the pressure against my lips and I tried to recollect the shape and feel of what it was that was against my cheek and every time I attempted to figure it out, I found it could have only been one thing and that thought drove waves of warmth through my panties.
I went back to pretending I was in the midst of conversation and again hid myself between his jacket and the big pillar. I leaned in towards the railing and wrapped my hand around one of the pickets while pretending to gossip into my cell phone. Soon I felt pressure against my knuckles and looked to my hand. Brushing against me every once in awhile was his obvious erection but I didn’t move my hand. Instead I spread my fingers apart slightly and let his erection slide slowly between my fingers. Every so often I would spread my fingers further apart and squeeze them around the sides. He no doubt was quite endowed and very thick. Sometimes I could actually feel the rim of his head slide across my knuckle. I wondered how long he could keep this up while I chatted away on the silent phone.
I looked up at him momentarily and smiled. He winked at me and smiled and I noticed he was looking at my chest. I was wearing a tight top that showed quite a bit of cleavage but also had a hole at the base of my breasts revealing the roundness of my perky little titties. I don’t have huge breasts but they are at the top of a size B and hold up very nicely with no bra. My nipples were as hard as his cock and I found myself moving to the music and trying to subtly push my breast through the pickets and against his throbbing erection.