I admit that I had let the men in the pub buy me a few drinks that night, but the real intoxication came from the pulsing music of my favorite Irish punk band. The Guinness in their blood poured out into the music and pumped into the veins of the jumping, screaming, pushing, panting of the moshing crowd below.

When I think back, I must have looked ridiculous, dancing and throbbing with the crowd in my drunken state. The crowd was usually rough, usually hard to keep your balance in when you’re sober, which I was not. Luckily, in my short skirt and tight tank top, I had a following of protectors from early on in the evening.

The whole atmosphere of the pub was like ecstasy; it made you just want to rub up against another person. I suppose that was what the mosh pit was about. There were a number of interesting prospects for fun that evening. A cute dyke with a buzzcut bounced through the mass of people. I paid attention to her for a few minutes but was more in the mood for a hot guy. Besides, what I had in mind for the night would be much more entertaining with a guy.

The one wearing the hat, spilling his beer as he helped people along was cute, I mused to myself. I made eye contact and fell for his smile. I turned around and returned to the mosh pit, careful not to pass up any other entertaining prospects. I let the crowd bring me closer to the other side of the room. When I saw the tall presence that the crowd had delivered me to, thoughts of the smiling boy left my mind.

He was tall, with thick hair that fell into large curls over his dark eyes. His jaw was strong, his lips full, and he had an incredibly suiting ring in his lower lip. He was solidly muscular, but looked like he didn’t have to try hard to stay that way. His pecs were outlined by the black teeshirt that stuck to his body from the heat of the room. I wanted to make him hotter, make him sweat with my touch, leaving those curls damp and luscious. I shook the sweat from my own red striped, bleach-blonde hair, smoothed the ribbed black tank down my body, and disappeared to find the lady’s room. I pushed through the crowds into the cooler air, trusting that he would be there when I returned.

The bathroom was mediocre, at best. The dingy walls were accented with graffiti, the sinks looking like they would not be able to assist in any sort of cleansing process. I risked it on the sinks, and used a paper towel to turn on the water. I took it as a good sign that it ran clean immediately, and splashed some of the questionable water onto my sweaty face, neck, and arms. I looked in dismay at the disgusting floor, stepping out of my boots and standing on them, not wanting to touch the grimy floor. I quickly slipped off my fishnet stockings and black bikinis and dumped them in the corner. I hadn’t expected to be this lucky tonight, and who knew, there was still a chance that I wouldn’t be. I was pretty sure, however, that the sexy man waiting for me would love to play my game. I looked in the mirror and smiled before leaving to go find my dream boy of the day.

I slowly approached where he had been standing, locating him, then putting myself a few people in front of him where a circle had formed to allow for some skanking. I bounded in after watching for a minute, kicking up my feet and swinging my arms in imitation of the people around me. I felt my skirt riding up, as this one usually did, but I did nothing to stop it. I could tell from the stares that I got that the people watching enjoyed the show I was putting on. I pretended to have worn myself out and retreated back to where he stood. I smiled at him as he looked down at me, then looked away. I let the sway of the music lead my body to touch his subtly. The rest of the observers started to lose interest now that it was obvious that I had zeroed in on my target.

I put my right hand on his stomach to get his attention, then brought my left hand to his face. I gently ran a knuckle around his piercing, then smiled at him again. He couldn’t hear my words above the pounding of the music, as I told him how sexy his lip ring was, but he leaned closer due to the intimacy of my touches. When his head neared mine I let my hand that was just tickling his stubble cub his face. I kissed him, feeling the wonderful edginess of his stubble, the cool hardness of his piercing, and loved having it all smoothed over by the soft heat of his lips.

He brought a hand to my face to cradle my head and took a step closer so that my breasts touched his chest through the fabric of our shirts. I felt the eyes of a few people on me as I licked the lips of this sexy stranger. Knowing they were watching in the hazy darkness turned me on more, and I slid my hand down his stomach to his crotch, feeling his hard cock in my hand. I liked what I felt from the gentle pass I had given it, and I licked my lips and clenched my vaginal muscles in anticipation. He closed his eyes and groaned as I touched him through his rough, dark jeans, but I didn’t allow him to enjoy my pleasures yet.

I turned so my back was to him and I was facing the stage again. I bumped back into him, and he cautiously put his hands on my hips. I was still dancing, still swaying with the music. I wanted his fingers to grip me tighter, so I started dancing harder, grinding back against his crotch with my ass. My cunt was soaking wet by now, so when his lips closed in on my ear I moaned and pushed into him. My fluids were starting to drip down my legs, and I was sure the whole crowd could smell the sex I craved as it dripped out of me. He was starting to realize that he was driving me wild, and he motioned to the exit. I shook my head, turning to face him again. I kissed him hard, with my arms around his neck. His hands flew down to cup my ass. My heat was contagious, and he couldn’t help sliding a hand under my skirt to see what kind of sexy underwear I wore… except I didn’t, since I had taken care of that problem in the bathroom much earlier.

His surprised hand groped, enjoying the naughty sensation, while his brain caught up to where mine was. He spun me around again so that my back was to him, and slid a hand under my skirt. I gasped as he touched me, wanting his fingers to lead me away quickly.

His fingers, however, took a long and treacherous course along my slit, rubbing my juices into my asshole, then gently separating my labia and sliding one finger inside me. I saw a few people watching us, one guy even rubbing his cock, so I leaned back and circled my arm around my lover’s neck behind me. My shirt was riding up, giving little peeks at my flesh, which he greedily petted with his free hand. His knuckle finally brushed my clit, and I let out a moan. He let his free hand caress my breasts, pulling on my nipples through my shirt. I was so close to cumming. He finally gave in and ran tiny circles over my hard clit, his lips on my neck, his pelvis crushing forward into mine as he wanted to come with me. I cried out as I came in front of hundreds of people, a few of which who realized there was a secondary show to the one on stage.

He held me as I trembled. We were both breathing hard as his hand came away from my body. I leaned back to kiss him, biting his lower lip next to his piercing.

I felt his hand at my ass as he unzipped his fly and lifted my skirt in the back. His cock slid along my slick lips, hot against my cunt. Even though I had barely come off of one release, with the atmosphere and the excitement of being in public and this hot cock at my pussy I was very ready for another. He moaned into my hair as he entered me. He slid slowly all the way in. He was trembling as hard as I. I pushed my ass back against him and moaned out loud, to the delight of our spectators. A few of the men were obviously stroking their cocks through their pants.

The pounding from behind was becoming increasingly frantic, as much movement as he could get without bringing it to the attention of the entire pub that we were fucking on the edge of the mosh pit. He was grunting in my ear and his hands roamed my writhing body. One of his hands slipped back under my skirt to find my clit. I gripped him as I screamed, and came as I heard a moan from the corner and my screams brought a spectating man to orgasm. A few more short strokes inside me left gooey cum dripping down to where his hand gripped my thigh. He slipped out of me and trailed more fluids down my leg. He embraced me hard from behind. I tilted my head up to kiss him a last time, flicking his lip ring with my tongue.

I gave him a sultry smile and a coy wave before I disappeared back into the mosh pit, the stares of men hot on my now cooling skin.