The Dress

The Dress: An Erotic Story of Hot Sex

It was nearly 9:00 pm when I stepped out of the cab and headed towards the entrance of the nightclub. I had been looking forward to this night out with my friends all week, and I was ready to dance the night away.

I was wearing a black dress that I had bought especially for the occasion. It was tight on my curves and had an off-the-shoulder neckline that exposed my bare shoulders. I felt sensual and quite daring, and I couldn’t help but notice the admiring glances I was getting from the men around me. I could feel the heat of their stares caressing my body, and it gave me a thrill.

When I stepped into the club the atmosphere was electric. Music was loud, the strobe lighting was flashing, and people were dancing and laughing. I spotted my friends at the bar, and I was so excited to finally be with them.

It didn’t take long for us to start flirting with the guys around us. My friends and I were dancing and drinking, and the energy in the club was buzzing. I was having so much fun, and I was feeling flirtatious and confident in my dress.

Suddenly, I felt a strong pair of hands go around my waist, and I knew immediately who it was. It was one of the guys I had been flirting with. His hands moved up my body and cupped my breasts, and I felt myself getting instantly aroused. He kissed my neck, and I felt his breath on my skin. His hands moved down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up, revealing my panties. He ran his fingers over my panty-clad mound and started to rub me in a slow circle.

I could feel my arousal mounting and I started to moan. His hands moved up my thighs, and he started to tug my panties down. I stepped out of them and felt him tracing his fingers over my exposed skin. He gently ran his fingers over my clit and I gasped in pleasure. He started to massage it in a circular motion, and I could feel the pleasure building up inside me.

He moved his face close to mine and kissed me passionately on the lips. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to explore my mouth. His hands started to move around to my backside and he started to massage my bum. I could feel the excitement between us, and I knew he wanted more.

He moved his hand around to my waist and started to unbuckle his belt. I could feel his hardness straining against his trousers, and I knew he wanted to make love to me. He gently pushed me down onto the couch and I felt him hitching up my dress. I could feel his hands moving around to my belly and his fingertips tracing up to my nipples and circling them.

His lips moved down my body and he started to lick and suck at my breasts. His tongue moved from one nipple to the other, teasing and flicking them. His hands moved down to the edge of my dress, and he pulled it up, revealing my pussy. He started to massage and lick my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He moved his body over mine, and I felt his hard cock pressing against my inner thigh. He slid into me and started to thrust deeply. I could feel the pleasure intensifying and I started to moan louder. He moved his body faster and faster, sending me closer and closer to the edge.

We both started to reach the peak of passion at the same time and I felt the waves of pleasure coursing through me. We lay there, panting and exhausted from our session of hot sex.

As we lay there in each other’s arms, I thought about how amazing the night had been. I had felt every inch of pleasure and desire that my dress had inspired. It had been an unforgettable night, and it was all thanks to my sexy black dress.