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An Unexpected Encounter: My First Hand Job on the Dance Floor

So I’m a uni student, and before I went to uni, I had always felt a bit intimidated when it came to talking to attractive people, whether they were guys or girls. This particular night happened during my second year, right at the beginning, and I was still a virgin at this point. It started off as a typical weekly night out. I had some drinks with my friends beforehand, feeling a bit tipsy, but not overly drunk.

Upon arriving at the club, we faced a long line, and while waiting, my friends and I started chatting with a nearby group. I noticed one of the guys glancing my way, but shrugged it off; I mean, that happens a lot on nights out, right? By the time we made it to the front, one of my friends was already making out with a guy from their group, so we ended up sticking with them for the night.

Once inside, drinks were flowing, and the atmosphere was electric. It wasn’t long before my other friends started pairing off, and then the guy who had been looking at me approached. We started dancing closely together, lost in the music and the moment. My heart raced as I moved in closer, our bodies pressing against each other. We began to kiss, and I could feel his hands wandering over my curves, gripping my ass tightly.

As I moved my hand down towards his pants, I could feel the outline of his excitement against my stomach. My heart was pounding as I began to rub him through his trousers, and I could tell he was enjoying it based on the way he groped me more. I pulled on his trousers, allowing him to guide my hand to his hard cock. Feeling the slickness of his precum, I started stroking him while he continued exploring my body with his hands.

The thrill of the moment heightened as I quickened my pace, and soon enough his breaths turned into grunts. In a passionate burst, he came right in my hand. The rush of adrenaline was intoxicating. Unable to resist, I pulled back and licked my hand clean, the taste lingering on my tongue. Not wanting this moment to end, I handed him my phone to save his number, and that’s when the real fun began!

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Written by leila

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