The bar is crowded with people I don't know.

While dancing close to strangers I feel a hand grab my soft place, it then moves to my hand gives a slight tug and slips away. Turning as fast as I can I glimpse her back as she moves through the tightly packed crowd. I turn and hurry after, who? for what purpose? Darting and weaving through the crowd I try not to loose sight of the mystery woman.

The only thing I know about her is that her soft place, legs and the back of her head are attractive. She has not looked back and seems to be in a hurry. This only heightens the instinct to pursue.

Out the door into the parking lot weaving through cars.

She seems to know just where she is going, was this preplanned? am I a mark or a target. Nearing the far dark corner of the parking lot I think too myself "this could end badly". Stopped at last I catch up with her. The trunk of a car is open and she is bent over, as if to retrieve something. Her already short skirt is hiked up slightly to reveal the bottom of two smooth round globs.

I feel a tingle and tightening of my jeans as I walk up behind my sexy stranger.

Almost bumping into her, my crotch presses into her soft place. She moans softly and presses back into me. This is the sign, my hand feels her full round soft place and slowly moves around to her tummy and up till I have her breast in my hand.

As I rub and tease her breasts I am rewarded with her round soft place grinding my crotch and her hands rubbing my thighs.

Moving one hand down, feeling a flat stomach, sliding further, a slight close cut strip of hair, then an erect nub of flesh. I paused there to rub, tweak and play with the strangers personal place.

She spoke to me only in tones of moan, no words were passed between us. We used physical cues to communicate our wants and needs. Soon I moved my hand further down sliding my finger smoothly into a smooth wet slit. While I was doing that she had worked my length loose from my jeans and had started gently stroking it.

The tempo sped up steadily till she bent over and guided me into her waiting softness.

What a thrill, Who was she, what did she look like, married or single? I started with long slow strokes which she seemed to really enjoy in this nearly doggy style position. She soon made it clear that she wanted to be pounded, so I did. Her moaning got louder and faster to the point where I was looking around to see who might be alerted to the noise. Those thoughts soon faded from my mind as I neared orgasm. By this time I had both hands on her hips, with my eyes closed, and as I came I thrust hard up into her and held it pulsing. Her head was thrown back and it was obvious she was feeling a similar sensation. The waves were subsiding so I took a quick look around only to realize people were leaving the bar in mass. BAR TIME I bent to lift my pants and straighten up. I looked up again to see my mystery play pulling her skirt down as she darted between cars and disappeared.