The Traveler Ch. 01

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As we drove in the limo to the nightclub, my mind wondered on this whirlwind perfect trip that the Air Force had sent us on. Bangkok, Cancun, Rio, Paris...the list goes on. It seems through some glitch in the cosmic system, we had gotten sent to every hot party spot in the world, with enough time on the ground in between flights to definitely live up the party scene. In a way part of me was exhausted from alternating the grueling flights during the day to the debauchery that took place every night. Each night a party, and each night a different girl... There was even that one night in Sweden where I managed to talk those two back to my room. I smiled at the thought and nodded a little praise to myself.

Where were we tonight? I could barely even remember. Oh yeah, somewhere in the nightclub district of Amsterdam. Well, whatever, or actually wherever. Tonight was shaping up to be another wild night. I partly felt that my body was exhausted, but invigorated at the same time. How much more of this could I take? Tomorrow I would chill, I told myself. "Yeah right, didn't I say that last night?" I laughed to myself.

We finally arrive at the club, pay and start making our way in. As we calmly stride down the hall, I am proud to be part of this crew because these guys know how to party. And all three of us are dressed perfectly, to a T. We look like 3 rich playboys out on the town, and I know they feel the same way; sort of untouchable, that we could do whatever we wanted tonight and somehow get away with it.

The dance music continues to get louder and louder as we walk down the hallway. Our anticipation grew until the hallway opened to a giant dance floor. It was dark in there, but there were enough lights from the strobes and other dance lights that you could make out the undulating bodies gyrating on the floor.

I had never seen such a packed club. People were packed in, dancing pretty much shoulder to shoulder and not able to move very much. But nobody seemed to mind. Everyone was moving to the sound of the incredibly loud, almost too loud, pulsing beat of the music.

My two buddies disappeared into the sea of bodies, making a beeline towards the bar, which was on the other side of this mass of bodies, of course. So I started making my way through the tangled web of bouncing people, but there was no way to get through without rubbing against just about everyone. And everyone looked perfect and beautiful. They all could have been models. Nobody seemed to care or even notice that I had to nudge and squeeze by to make my way to the bar.

As I reached about halfway through the crowd, I squeezed through an exceptional tight crowd of people and almost lost my balance breaking through. I stumbled slightly but as I regained my balance I found myself almost pushed into another person.

I apologized to her and started to turn to leave when she looked up at me. Wow, I thought to myself. She's incredible. I am definitely going to have to find her after I get a drink in me. She was short and petite. About 5'4" and maybe 110, if that, with brown hair and the most intriguing dark eyes I had ever seen. There was something about her that was hard to put my finger on. Then I realized it: most girls, although they looked great, in here were dressed as sluts because that was the only thing they could pull it off. This girl could be whatever she wanted. She had an innocent face and smile, which definitely led to the "girl next door" look. But tonight she was dressed in a slutty catholic schoolgirl outfit: stilettos, fishnet stalkings, a pleated plaid miniskirt, and collar shirt tied up just below her boobs showing off her perfect belly. What was it about the belly button that makes me want to kiss it so bad, I thought to myself?

She smiled up at me and continued to dance to the music but concentrating on me. I was dazed by her unique sexiness and found myself unable to leave to the bar. It was as if she was using the pulsing music and her writhing body to spellbind me into staying. I began to move with her body.

Oh god, this girl is fucking hot, I thought as she rubbed herself all over me. We began to grind in the middle of this tangle of people and I knew that there were some places back in the states that would consider our dancing lewd and inappropriate, but not here. No one even seemed to notice. They were all grinding away at each other.

Normally I can keep my cool with the grinding. But something was different tonight. Maybe it was the fatigue built up on my body. Maybe it was this place, which oozed sexuality and debauchery. Or maybe it was the music along with this incredible woman I was rubbing against, and she against me. Whatever the reason, I was starting to get hard. I groaned a little to myself. This girl is going to get freaked out and definitely be done dancing with me. I have to control myself.

But I couldn't pull away, and I kept growing down below. Suddenly she noticed because she rubbed against it and immediately looked up at me with a very mischievous smirk. She knew she was doing this to me, and she liked it! Her dancing became even sexier, more provocative. Her hands started tracing lines up and down my legs, coming closer and closer to my now pulsing penis.

Why did I have to wear these jeans tonight? There is no way I will be able to hide this bulge. She continued to writhe against me; now making sure a part of her body was constantly rubbing against my groin. I was starting to sweat from the heat from the gyrating bodies and from my own excitement. This girl was now being clearly obscene, centering all of her attention on my midsection. There was no doubt to me now that she was trying to get me riled up.

Well, two can play that game, I thought to myself, and decided to see how far I could take things in this little game without going too far.

I knelt down for a second and ran each of my hands up each of her perfectly shaped legs. It was obvious she liked to keep herself looking great and in great shape. She has to be a dancer, or an aerobics instructor to have legs like that, I thought. My hands and body made their way all the way up her stalkings to the edge of her miniskirt, but I continued to go higher. Suddenly, a few inches below her butt, the stalkings ended. I must have looked stunned for a second.

Thigh-highs, I thought. Holy crap this girl is driving me nuts. She must have noticed my shock, and smiled up at me again with a knowing look, as if to say, "Oh yeah, I got what you want, but are you gonna get it?"

I took my hands off while I tried to recover my senses. This girl was totally playing with me and there was nothing I could do. I was completely trapped in her spell.

As I had backed off slightly, her moves on me became increasingly vulgar. Now she was squatting in front of me mouthing the outline of my engorged penis in my jeans and letting her hands travel up my body under my shirt. She ran her fingernails against my chest and then around to my back, where she increased the intensity and dug her nails in my skin down my back. I flinched slightly from the pain and she turned her back on me, rubbing her perfectly shaped ass up and down on my penis.

I let my hands travel up from her hips to her chest. Her tits were perfect: about a B or a C, not too big, not too small. And so perky! This girl was incredible. So sexual, so perfect, and how did she not care that I was totally groping her in the middle of all these people? My head reeled, and I felt a little dizzy. She brought me back to earth by reaching up to my hands and mashing them against her perfect breasts. She liked it!

I couldn't take anymore and felt like I was going to explode. I removed one hand from her chest and put it on the front of her thigh, working my way up the stalking again, finding the end of the stalking and continuing higher. Getting no stoplight from her, I continued all the way up to...

Oh my god, no panties? You have got to be kidding me. Who was this girl? And how come they don't have more like her in the states?

My hand made all the way to her trimmed mound, and still, the only response I get is her grinding her ass even more intensely on my penis and her hand clamped on my other hand, massaging her boob.

I decided to play a little, around her lips, knowing that she really wanted me to probably play with her clit. But she deserved to be punished by being put in as high a state of arousal as I was. So, I gently ran my fingers from the left side of her lips to the right and then up and down, completely ignoring the clit. She was very wet, and her lips were open, and ready, longing for something to fill up the need inside.

But still, I wouldn't touch her clit. I gently stroked back and forth, up and down and around the area, but made sure to punish that clit by not giving it the attention it demanded. Finally, she took her other hand, grabbed mine, and very openly and brazenly smashed my entire hand against her clit and groin, immediately shuddering and grinding against it.

Her clit had deserved some attention now, I figured, as I gently played with it. It was huge and poking out obscenely. She had now removed her hands from both of mine and reached back to hold onto my hips, apparently in an effort to keep her balance. As difficult as it was to remove my hand from her wonderful breasts, I had to get more of her clit and gaping hole. With one and I continued play with her clit and the other I worked between her body and mine and up between her legs from behind.

Up until now, all of our play could have been overlooked as simply obscene dancing, just like everyone else. But now it was clear we were up to something a little more. I looked around quickly. It was like everyone was in there own little world, moving and gyrating feverishly to the loud pulsing beat.

My free hand traveled up her legs to her lips where I plunged two fingers in. Her head immediately threw back in response and her body writhed violently against my two hands. She stretched her neck around so she could look into my eyes. The look was clear:

"Please fuck me now. Here. Hard."

I can't remember anything I wanted more, ever. But she was not getting off that easy. I was going to make her earn her pay for getting me so worked up. So I just continued massaging her clit, which was now quivering in my fingers, and ramming two fingers on my other hand as far as I could go into her open hole. The entire time, I continued to look straight into her eyes with a half-smile, showing her, that I knew what she needed, but I was in control. And she would get it when I was ready. Her face pleaded with mine. I knew she wanted me to stick it in, but still I held out. I could feel her breathing coming quicker and quicker. Suddenly, her head swung back towards the front. She slammed it down in front of her and then threw it back. Her whole body began to shake violently and I could feel her legs start to buckle a little. After the shaking stopped she reached up to take my hands away, stood all the way up and turned to me.

"Thank you." She mouthed and kissed me full and hard on the lips, her tongue entering my mouth slightly.

To Be Continued...

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