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I Flashed Her at the Sex Club
I just wanted her attention…and her.
I’d been eye-fucking her ever since I walked into the club. She was right in the center of the dance floor, her long, blonde hair swaying around her gorgeous body as she moved sensually to the beat of the music. She wore a sexy black outfit with fishnet leggings and black heels, attracting my particular fetish for black clothing. I barely focused on anything but how her body moved — something about her dancing wove a sexual spell on me, making my core slick with desire.
My attire was a low-cut tank top with a short black skirt. I chose not to wear underwear, so the cool breezes from the club’s air conditioning blew across my treasure every so often. The sensation of cold air against my warm, wet pussy felt intoxicating — almost as much as the magical creature on the dance floor.
The song ended and my mystery goddess left the dance floor to take a few drinks, talk, and laugh with her fellow club-goers. I gazed from afar, sitting in my seat with my soda as I caught her glancing in my direction.
She flashed me the sexiest smile I’d seen that night and I returned a coy smirk, slowly parting my legs in my seat and lifting my skirt to flash my soaked little slit.
