The music slowed down slightly and the lights dimmed, allowing people to lean in closer to one another as they danced. I watched as one woman straddled the leg of her man, grinding her crotch against it. I thought about mimicking her movements but with a skirt on, it just seemed like a bad idea.

Malcolm spun me around and pulled me in, my ass right against his crotch. His arm wrapped around my belly as he began to move from side to side. I licked my lips and pressed my ass up against him more, grinding it against his crotch.

My entire body felt hot as it rubbed against his. His muscular body pressed against my back and I felt a bump against my ass each time I moved it up and down against him. I reached back and slid my palm against his upper thigh, trying to see if I could move whatever the object was.

It was probably his phone or maybe an e-cig. As I gripped onto the cylindrical object, my heart fluttered. I felt his hot breath against my neck as he groaned.

"That's not..." I whispered.

My hand continued to slid up and down his upper thigh, rubbing the thick rod. I wondered if it was a sock. There were some guys who liked to stuff a sock between their legs to try to impress women while grinding.

His hand lowered down and circled back against my ass. He began to rub his palm against my skirt, squeezing my ass as he continued to move his hips with the music. My crotch grew hot and wet as I felt his hand go lower and lower.

Even though it was a public area, it was too dark to really see what anyone was really doing. The brief flashes of light as the spotlights swirled around only helped to make it harder to see. I gasped as I felt his hand slide under my skirt, pulling it up slightly.

I couldn't help but continue rubbing my ass against him as his fingers grazed between my legs, teasing my sex. Only the lacy, cotton fabric of my thong stood between his fingers and my bare sex. As his fingers gently rubbed against my thong, he began to move back, bringing me with him through the crowd.

He was taking me to a more darker part of the club, still part of the dance floor, but further away from the crowd. I didn't mind getting a bit further away from the crowd as I felt hotter and hotter. His fingers gently pushed my thong aside to tease the lips of my sex directly.

"Oh... yes... yes..." I whispered.

I felt the thick rod against his upper thigh move and grow harder. My fingers squeezed tightly onto it as I tried to figure out if it really was his manhood. I had heard about black men being more impressive but this seemed a bit ridiculous.

He leaned in even closer and licked my ear, and then down the side of my neck. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his warm tongue tease my skin. His fingers moved up a bit higher, the tips teasing my sensitive clit.

"Damn, look how wet you be girl," he whispered.

The music drowned out my moans as his fingers danced along the lips of my sex, just barely teasing the entrance to my wet pussy. I don't know if it was the alcohol or just pure curiosity, but my hand moved up and slid down the waist band of his visible boxers. His loose, baggy jeans were easy to slip by.

My heart raced as I felt his skin and the base of his manhood. I felt the beginnings of his thick rod and squeezed. It was smooth and most definitely real.

"Oh my God..." I whispered as my hand moved lower, still wrapped around his shaft.

I continued to move lower down his upper thigh, my fingers constantly squeezing his shaft until I reached the tip. What I had felt against his pants was indeed his hot member, and it was getting hotter, thicker and harder within my hand.

"Do you want this?" He whispered in my ear.