[SlyBry2010]

Many years ago I had an experience very similar to stevezr1's night club story. We only had on place in our small town that had a live band playing rock most nights of the week. I was there on a Wednesday or Thursday evening for a beer or two, and to listen to the music. I was in my late 20s, recently divorced, working a couple of jobs including one that had regular heavy lifting. My arms were in pretty good shape and though I was starting a bit of a beer bulge I was still trim enough to wearing a snug tank top without embarrassment.

I was sitting at a table there with a buddy, and I noticed this young blonde girl walking around the seating areas, almost stomping around like she was looking for something. Definitely easy to look at - she was slim, reasonable height (5' 6-7" or so), with nice hair and a cowboy hat if I recall. Great tits- D cups, if not DDs, held in a tank top. The way she was jiggling it was pretty clear she wasn't confined in a bra.

The next thing I know, she's standing in front of me wanting to know if I'll dance with her. Well, sure, why not? She turns away and heads for the floor without a look back. I catch up to her through the crowd and we're warming up to the music's groove, you know - the usual swaying and casual waving of arms and glancing at each other. I'm not attempting to touch her and she is holding about two feet away from me as we gyrate.

Suddenly she closes the gap and leans in to me to speak in my ear (over the loud music). "Stay with me", she says. (I'll never forget the exact words.)

Uh, OK- whatever that means (She wants me to go home with her? She's gonna start dancing like a fucking loon and doesn't want me to abandon her? I have no idea...).

Then it happens- she lifts her arms up over her head, comes right at me and MASHES her boobs against my chest. Whoa, what? She doesn't touch me with any other part of her body, just her tits. And then she starts rubbing them up and down my chest and the top of my stomach, kinda doing little squats and straightening back up again. I have stopped dancing and am just standing there, probably with my mouth hanging open just a bit.

She backs off a foot or so and goes back to her casual dancing, so I follow suit. I can see her nipples are now rock hard and pointy in her top. Then, boom, she's right back at it, rubbing her tits on me. This time I could feel her nipples as they dragged up and down on me. I was a little less shocked and able to enjoy that moment.

This pattern repeated a couple more times during the song and when it ended she once more leaned in and said, "Thank you" and then literally turned her back on me again and disappeared into the crowd. I looked around and met the eyes of a few close by people still on the floor who were pretty much smirking at me. They obviously saw it all. I went back to my table and after finishing my drink I asked my buddy if he saw what happened. "Sure did," he said, "What the hell was that all about?" God only knows, my friend. I got him to wrap up his drink, too, because I wanted out of there.

I decided that I was not up for being somebody's masturbatory scratching post, or getting teased like that. It was a good time to go as it was getting late on a work night, so we unassed the place immediately there after.

I found out from a few other friends that she was known at that place for doing exactly that same thing to random guys and then scramming herself before getting cornered by one of her victims. I was at that joint once or twice a week but I never saw her again.