This is absolute pandemonium.

That was Elsa's thought as she walked into the nightclub with her sister and her boyfriend of three years, Kristoff. All around her were swaying bodies already packed with alcohol, people dancing in frenzy as they celebrated the official end of the Covid pandemic.

"This is almost too much!" Elsa yelled from the top of her voice.

"Not at all!" Anna yelled back, her face glowing with rapture already as she took in the booming music and the fun night. Kristoff looked at his girlfriend affectionately.

Elsa was feeling a bit reckless as she felt the music boomed, coursing through her veins almost intoxicatingly. It was like new life was quickening inside her. The trio were soon situated at the bar, talking amongst them animatedly. A few drinks in, her eyes caught sight of a Grade A hottie. He was leaning against the counter, a whiskey glass in his hand as he watched the party scene. His profile was rather striking with auburn sideburns, his long and pointy chin raised in a regal manner. Feeling a stare on him, he turned his eyes toward Elsa. The man smiled and winked, his green eyes sparkling as he raised his glass in her direction. Elsa mimicked him, then leaned forward on her arms, sending him a seductive look. He soon stood up and sauntered towards her.

"Can I order you a drink?" he asked.

"Thanks, I have my hands full." Elsa said. "I'd rather dance, anyway. Would you join me?" Elsa asked, her face centimeters away from his.

He smiled. "With pleasure."

They looked into each other's eyes as they made their way to the dance floor. With the music taking control over them, they put their arms around each other and began to grind into each other in tandem. Elsa saw her sister giggling with Kristoff, both of them raising their thumbs up. Elsa winked, raising her thumb up in turn.

She was amazed at this man's beauty. He felt so incredibly good as his body moved against Elsa's, his cologne alone sent fireworks whizzing in Elsa's brain. She was not sure what made her like this, was her yearning for human touch really this severe? Taking a quick look at the couples around them, she guessed that she was not alone. Soon after, nothing remained in her thoughts but the painful awareness of her growing need for this man. She could tell that he was not in much better shape by his gaze at her, hooded and darkened with lust. "Let's get out of here." he said at last. Elsa almost moaned her assent.

He took her hand and led her to the courtyard from the back door. The night was young, the humid summer air hanging around the comfortable looking cushions and niches scattered around a fountain. They made their way to a quiet spot far away from other passionate couples, before succumbing to their desires.

Hans grabbed Elsa's face and began kissing her passionately. Elsa responded most ferociously, her tongue demanding more access to Hans' hot mouth. He moved on to groping Elsa's curves; hands sliding down her neck to reach her boobs. Not one to be left behind, Elsa grabbed his arse abruptly and with force. His head fell on her shoulder, and he grunted loudly. He began to lead her to the large, velvety cushions in the courtyard. The back of Elsa's knees bumped into the edge of a sofa, causing her to fall on her back onto the cushions. Hans instantly topped her. Now their bodies were melting into each other, limbs welded together so tightly that they scarcely knew which body part belonged to whom. Their foreheads were touching, eyes locked, their expressions betrayed their yearning to close that last bit of separation. They did just that; their lips soon melted into each other even more desperately. They made out for a long time, neither of them had the will to part their mouths even momentarily. Then Elsa was overwhelmed with a desire to move onto Hans' neck; it made her realize just how much she wanted to travel further south. With a farewell kiss on his pulse, she placed her hands on Hans' chest to communicate her intentions. Hans smirked, then quickly removed his shirt, carelessly throwing it onto a potted plant. Elsa's eyes drank his lean, muscular frame. She began mapping it with her hands. Hans soon reached for Elsa's spaghetti straps, gently dropping them down her shoulders. Elsa suddenly blushed, cast a quick look around. No one was near, the other couples too far removed and in their own world to notice them. Hans looked into her eyes once again.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked. Elsa smiled and nodded. Hoping that the night would conceal them from witnesses, she righted herself to remove her dress. Without further ado, they resumed their little activity.

Hans's trousers were quickly removed by Elsa's nimble hands, his boxers sharing the same fate. She stared longingly at his member, all ready to find Elsa's snatch. Hans looked at Elsa's face hungrily, his hand caressing her womanhood. She was so wet that some of it came through her soaked panties. Hans smiled mischievously, then removed them to get to the real thing. It was now before him, just begging for his touch. Hardly being able to wait, he put on his condom and lined himself up with Elsa. He hesitated one last time.

"Please." Elsa muttered. That was it for Hans. He entered Elsa with a single, forceful strike. They both moaned loudly, Elsa burying her face into a pillow. They steadily inched closer to release with every thrust. After a while, Elsa was seized with a desire to take control. She sensually dragged her feet on Hans' calves and wriggled her hips. Hans got her drift and allowed her to position herself on top of him. They locked their hands together as Elsa slowly bounced on him. Her pace picked up as the knot in their bellies ached for release. Elsa finally came, this time unable to muffle her shrill cry. Hans joined her after a few more thrusts between her contracting walls. He buried his mouth to her neck as he, too, screamed.

They remained joined together in the afterglow. After a while, Elsa removed herself from him and used her discarded dress as a coverlet. Meanwhile, Hans put on his underwear and wore his creased shirt. Elsa tucked her feet under her as she snuggled to Hans and put her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks," she said, de-stressed to the maximum. "That was great."

Hans grinned. "You're welcome. Goodness, I didn't realize how much I longed for sex this good. It's been a long, long time." Elsa nodded.

"Tell me about it." she said. "This has been a great celebration indeed." They both laughed.

"Shall we go back to the party?" Hans asked.

"Yeah. Do you mind joining Anna and Kristoff?"

"Not at all."

When they finally dressed fully they re-entered the dance hall, Hans' arm around Elsa's shoulder and her arm holding his waist. They soon found Anna and Kristoff, kissing in the middle of the dancing partygoers. They did not look too sober. Elsa sighed. "I'd better keep watch." she said. Hans grinned.

"I don't mind." he said. Without saying anything, they began to slow dance, wildly out of sync with the raving electronic music.

They remained that way for hours until it was almost daybreak. Now even the wildest party animals were leaving the premises, often dragged into taxies. Some were passed out in the corners, Anna and Kristoff being two of them. Elsa glanced at them. "We would better go."

Hans nodded. "Yeah, don't leave your friends. Shall I see you again?" he asked.

Elsa smiled slyly, then hugged him. "Maybe." she said as she untangled her arms, giving him a wink. Hans smiled a little dejectedly.

Anna, Kristoff and Elsa were among the last to leave, as Elsa finally managed to stuff her sister and her beau into their car with Hans' help.

"Are you sure you can drive?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks again." she said. With one last wave, she drove off.

Hans sighed. He never imagined on his first night out that he would find someone he connected with so well. It was a pity it would remain a one night stand.

As he reached for his pocket to call a taxi, his hand brushed against a tissue that definitely wasn't there before. Curious, he pulled it out.

"I would love to meet sometime. Coffee downtown?

Love,

Phone number" it read, with a purple kiss in the place of a signature. Hans laughed, pleased beyond measure. The first thing he did when he fished his phone was to call the number.