Glitter - Sex Stories

Glitter

I walked into the darkly glamorous bathroom, a glittering, glistening mess after the last two hours of nonstop dancing. Black glass tile on the walls and floor reflected the white and pink lights recessed in fixtures above, creating a slightly trippy effect. Riding high on the little blue pills from earlier, the lighting felt like electric sparklers skipping down my oversensitive skin. I giggled to the sinks and mirrors, for the moment having the bathroom entirely to myself. My reflection in the glass showed too-bright eyes, pupils dilated wide, rimmed in smudged, smoky eyeliner and mascara. I ran my hands up the bodice of my microdress, humming and grinning lasciviously at my reflection in appreciation of the wandering fingertips that tweaked my stiff little nipples through the thin stretchy spandex. I bit my plump, ruby red lower lip and rubbed my thighs together, watching in the mirror as what were suddenly disembodied hands in my mind rubbed the little peaks of my tits, then trailed up over the pale, dewy skin of my chest. I could feel the need building exceptionally quickly in my cunt. I was ripe for an orgasm. Every nerve ending demanded it. My eyes fixed on the rose gold chain dangling around my neck and the unassuming, skinny cylinder hanging over the top of my dress. I smiled wickedly at myself, my pussy growing wetter and more charged by the second. No one at the club had paid much attention to the shiny piece of jewelry. They didn't know what it was. Turning a ...

... little drunkenly, I shoved off from the glossy tiled counter top and shuttled into one of the empty toilet stalls. Giggling uncontrollably, I reached for the door and latched it securely. Then I spread my stiletto boot clad feet, and my hands reached for the hem of my dress. I moaned and bit my lip as I slowly eased it up, past the curve of my tight ass, up above my hips, to rest at my waist. I wasn't wearing panties. My bald, hungry little kitty was completely on display. I brought my hand to my lips and licked three fingers on my right hand, then smoothed them tremblingly over my bare, electrified mound. The sound I made was a combination sigh and groan. I leaned back against the locked door, closed my eyes and rubbed my hand over the already hardening little nub of my clit, teasing my fleshy lips, feeling the fluid seeping from me smear over my fingers. I wouldn't need any more spit. My mouth hung open as the sensation took me, my other hand coming to tug down at the neckline of my tiny little dress to expose and cup a small breast. Fingers rolled and tugged on the tight nip as my other hand moved slowly, patted teasingly. I could hear myself gasping and whimpering at the desire zinging through my body, the X giving everything a sharp, almost painful intensity. My pussy pulsed, and I quivered against that stall door in the middle of that nightclub, the music thumping loudly through the walls, into my skin, and I wanted to feel my little clit buzz and explode with satisfaction. ...