Take me out

We squeezed into an overflowing bar off a street that seemed entirely devoted to Friday-night stag parties. She seemed almost embarrassed on behalf of her hometown. "Usually this place is pretty good," she shouted into my ear as we pushed between the bodies packed into a dimly-lit space. The loud music made conversation almost impossible.

I started looking around for a dark corner to push her into. Somewhere a bit out of sight where I could slide my hand up her thigh, above the stockings, push her knickers aside and finger her pussy.

But she was leading me to the exit. Bumping up against her from behind, I rubbed the lump of my erection against her buttocks when the crowd pushed us together.