Miss Bartender......

Several years ago (I was in my early 30s), I was on a work trip to a fun Southern (US) city. A co-worker who wasnt on the trip mentioned his 21 year old niece (lets call her Felicity)was a bartender at a pretty popular bar in town and she would take care of us if we dropped his name. So one night a group of us head to the bar to start the night off. Turns out she was working, and hooked us up with some quality drinks. She and her friend were off shift in about an hour, and she said they'd take us around to some good local spots after. Time comes, and we head out with our new tour guides. I chatted Felicity up, and turned out we were from the same general area and had a couple friends in common. We talked more on the walk, and they ended up bringing us to a club. Im not a big dancer, but the drinks were hitting and every one else was on the floor so why not? It wasn't long before Felicity was dancing with me, innocently at first. Until she dropped it low and I absolutely couldn't hide what was going on in my jeans. She noticed, and her mood went from fun and silly to lip biting and giving me "those eyes." She kept grinding, but now my hands were on her hips, up her sides, and when I dared to run them over her chest she not only didn't stop me, she leaned her head back into me kissing my neck. I felt her piercings when I grabbed her, and her hand reach down and rubbed my now-throbbing bulge through my jeans. We were in a corner of the club, not even really hidden. My hands kept wanding, eventually testing my limits on the waistband of her jeans. She squirmed but didn't stop me, and when I tested my limits further by sliding my fingers inside, I understood why. For one, there was nothing between her smooth pussy and her jeans. And she was soaking wet. I played with her clit while we danced, one hand in her jeans, the other hand running all over her body. Her ass grinding more against my cock. I could hear her moans in my ear over the beat. I was lost in the music and her body, I dont even know how long we were there. After a while, we snapped back to reality when her friend came and grabbed her arm and we all left the club. As friends do, she pulled her away on the walk but I could hear them giggling and looking back. At the next bar, a guy comes up and gives her a hug and a kiss on the lips. Apparently she had a bf. Well, I introduced myself, and shook his hand with the hand that had been in his girls pants maybe 15 minutes earlier. That was the only time I ever saw her, but I've definitely thought about it in the years since.