I didn’t want to go to a tourist
spot, I wanted a real place, where they didn’t jack up the prices and have a
bunch of rich “to-dos” rubbing in that they are rolling in money. I hate that.
It took me three years to save up for this trip. So I wanted to be around people
like me, real people. They told me about a club on the other side of the island,
a little hole in the wall. I thanked them and headed up to my room. I went
through my clothes and got out my favorite outfit. It screamed fuck me! I loved
the attention I got when I wore it. A black leather mini skirt that barely
covered my round ass, and a black off the shoulders blouse that had an extremely
low neck line. Well it was more of a breast line since it showed them off quite
nicely. I had to wear a shelf bra when I wore that shirt and it forced my tits
up accenting my cleavage. I quickly showered, got dressed and took a look at
myself in the mirror. Oh damn I looked good. My breasts looked as though they
were going to pop out of my shirt. I finally found the club. They weren’t
kidding, it was a little hole in the wall. Definitely not a place the
“richy-rich” would go. I heard the music thumping even before I got inside. I
paid my five-dollar cover charge and was in. The place was dimly lit, aside from
the flashing lights around the dance floor. I worked my way around to the bar
and ordered a drink. I spun around on my stool and surveyed the place. Lots of
people there, it was bigger than it looked from the outside. After a few moments
of gathering my nerve I made way to the dance floor. I easily picked up the beat
and began to sway my hips. The floor was crowded and I kept bumping into people.
No one minded, I guess they were used to it. I was lost in the music, and the
drink I had went straight to my head. I felt someone consistently bumping
against me from behind, so I thought I’d play along. I took a step back and let
my ass rub against them. As the fast paced song faded into a slow one, I
thought for sure the person behind me was going to leave. To my surprise I felt
their hands move around my waist and as they leaned in closer I felt her tits
against my back. I smiled. A chic! I let down my guard and leaned into her. I
could smell her shampoo. I felt tingles travel along my spine and the longer we
danced the more turned on I got. After the song ended she tugged at my hips,
letting me know she wanted to go sit down. We got to a table and she ordered two
beers. “So where are ya from sexy?” I smiled, “Florida. I’m down here for a
month.” She smiled. We made light conversation as we felt each other out. Out of
no where she asked if I wanted to get out of there and go some place quiet. I
nodded. We walked a few blocks and were at the beach. “Well I guess I can spend
the night on the beach too,” I thought and laughed. She grabbed my hand and
looked up at me. “What’s so funny?” “Oh nothing.” She leaned in and kissed me. I
was shocked. We walked for a little while long and ended up between a few sand
dunes. She turned to me and grabbed my hands, pressing her lips against mine
again.
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