Several years ago, I was on a date with a young woman of about 22yrs old. I took her to a rather large dance club that was two stories tall, had two sets of stairs and an elevator. Several bar areas, pool tables, patio, etc. Several hundred people go there on a typical Friday night. We even bump into some friends of hers, which we socialize a bit with (something I don't like doing on the first few dates) and even somehow picked up another girl to dance with us, chit-chat.
Early on this date, I find out that she is bisexual. (No, this is not my wife) And I do pick up that the girls want to play as we are all toasty.
As it was getting late, and last call was over... with still 100+ people on the dance floor and many more all over the place. My date and the other girl go into the elevator... which is used mostly by the staff for booze & supplies transport as well as handicap. The doors faces the dance floor and main area upstairs.
After a few minutes. I'm thinking "Wait, *MY* date went into an elevator with another girl, that really goes nowhere - WTF!?"
I quickly go up the stairs, and press the elevator button. "Go for broke, either they tell me to fuck off or I'm getting some action". The doors open, and the two girls are deep in each others mouths with a hand inside my date's pants. I step in, without asking for permission and start making out with my date and even the other chick.
The girl pulls my date's pant's down to ankles and starts eating her out. I go ahead and pull her shirt over beautiful breasts and start playing and sucking on them. She fully exposed to the CLOSE elevator door, which has moved back to the first floor, while the both of us take turns poking, eating, sucking her mouth, tits, pussy and butt.
After about 10 minutes of this, the music temp changed - which means less people around, and more likely staff needing to use the elevator. I tell the girls this, and we fix my date's clothes while she cums down from the sex.
Doors open immediately when I press the button, and we walk out into a public club with dozens of patrons, some a few feet from the elevator. By the time we get to the other side of the room, I see a staff person calling the elevator with a cart.
I wish we could have done MORE in that situation, but it would have been a problem to be caught; which is part of the excitement of course.
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