After my divorce, I had to get back into circulation. I went to a club some friends had been telling me about in downtown Manhattan.

I thought dancing would help jump-start my libido. With some of my friends along, I knew the transition would be easier.

I got there and it was crowded — so crowded I couldn’t find my friends. All I knew was that I was surrounded by cool people who were a little sweaty, very hot, wearing too little clothing, and dancing really upclose and personal. I was instantly aroused.

Still no sign of my friends, though. Two drinks later, I decided to make my way into the fray of dancing bodies, thoroughly enjoying the view and feel of leather-clad asses. I love that anonymous bumping and grinding on a crowded dance floor; ass and crotch in every direction, and no one is shy about hands sneaking in a rub here and there. And it’s very sexy to smell the hair of a beautiful woman as she dances dirty to a primal club beat.

One particularly hot ass backed into me, rubbing and grinding up and down my crotch. I was getting hard. My unknown dancer knew this and worked it. I couldn’t believe how hot this was, without either of us seeing the other’s face.

So imagine my total shock when my partner turned her body to face me on this too-crowded dance floor and it was my sister’s best friend, Kim, working her ass up and down my cock.

“Sean, what the hell are you doing here?” she asked with a smile.

“I might ask you the same,” I said, though it was hardly surprising that she was out dancing and clubbing, all sexy and alone. Kim is a club fiend, and at 28, she knows how hot her body is.

We were both a little embarrassed at first, but there wasn’t much either of us could do about it. We were now pressed together, face to face, cock to crotch, being jostled and rubbed by dirty dancers all around us. In order to hear each other, we had to press our faces together.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” I said. My lips touched near her cheek and ear. My stiff cock insisted on poking against those crazy hot jeans, scratching against that buttery leather.

Kim said something I couldn’t make out. I just smiled and tried not to notice how her arm kept brushing over my straining cock. We were jostled again, this time by a very sexy ass backing into Kim’s arm, forcing her to drag her fingers along my cock. This time there was no ignoring it. A dirty smile played across her lips. Her hand began a more insistent rub.

“So what else should two single attractive people do on a crazy dance floor?” she asked. This time I made out every word. My cock jumped at the thought. So what if she was my little sister’s best friend?

I wanted to grab that ass, feel that leather, stroke her pussy through that tight black leather. So I did. Our lips pressed together. We pulled apart from our kiss, knowing we had crossed a dangerous line. We also knew we had to fuck. She grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. We went upstairs and found a private couch in a room full of lovers making out.

Kim sat me down. Her hungry mouth bit my cock through my pants. I couldn’t see straight. I humped her face hard, but she stayed on my stiff dick. God, I wanted to fuck her mouth so bad. It was wrong, and that felt so incredibly hot. She undid my belt, my button fly. She freed my hard cock and began licking it like an ice-cream cone. A tickle along the underside of my cock with her tongue, a tickle of my balls with one finger, a tickle of my asshole with another. I was about to come inside her mouth. She sensed I was close. She gripped my shaft with one hand and had the other down her pants.

Her gaze found mine, and I swear I never saw so much raw lust in a woman’s eyes. My balls tightened. Her fingers gripped my shaft, her tongue and lips closed around the head of my cock. I came inside Kim’s mouth, in public, in that club filled with hot, sweaty lovers.

She stood up after I finished coming and sat next to me. I kissed her, tasting my come on her tongue. She was still touching herself, and I reached down to help her get off. She humped my hand while kissing me, spilling the last drops of my come down both our chins.

She came hard. Real hard. My fingers were soaked with her. For a second I thought she’d peed, she was so wet. I licked my fingers — just come. She licked too.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I said. And then I started to get hard again.