dance floor in the club was heaving with excitement pent up energy bursting from the long boring week sat at the office. I entered through the crowd, eager to get to my friends I could see across the room, they wave at me and beckon me over to come join them. As I walked through the crowd and carefully navigated passed various groups of friends, some deep into a routine of sharing silly drunken dance moves with each other and some deeply engrossed with watching the performance on the stage, I noticed a woman deeply entranced with the music, her arms raised by her side, dark hair waving and curling and partially obscuring her face.
As I make my way through, I keep looking over at her and she puts her head to one side and her eyes glance over her friends shoulder and meet mine, I think to myself about looking away, but I don’t and to my surprise neither does she, still playfully moving her hips to the music she slowly runs her hand through her long wavy brown hair without breaking eye contact. There is something about that look, deep and seducing, like a smile made of faint rainbows beneath the darkness, I feel a warmth flow through my body that distracts me from the slightly uncomfortable warmth being generated in the small room full of dancing bodies.
I think to myself, everyone here has been drinking and I am probably over thinking this one look, “she probably doesn’t even notice you’re there” or “she can’t even see your face with the stage lights and is just trying to see the rather dapper bass player in the band behind you”
I try to make it through the masses of people but suddenly the music changes pace and it gets a lot livelier so I decide to hold up near the back wall so as not to spill my drink. I am now standing just two people back from the woman with the dark rainbow gaze, she is moving in what seems like an attempt to redefine what expressing your sexuality through dance even MEANS, and she is succeeding is every way.
The step up in pace of the music has brought more people to the front and pushed everyone in the room back slightly, the woman is now directly in front of me, I keep reminding myself that the look we shared before was likely just a look I shared with myself but as I think this, she turns her head and looks me in the eyes and smiles coyly , this time of course, the combination of knowing it was very much directed to me but also her being less than a foot in from of me, sent waves of tingling feelings down through my chest to my groin.
I noticed amongst her friends was a guy that kept looking over at me and to her, I assumed maybe he was just looking out for his friends, or maybe it was nothing. As we danced, I watched her grinding her beautiful round and pert behind around, she slowly stepped backwards each time she lifted her feet to the rhythm, as got closer, I could feel my penis getting gradually to an uncomfortably level of hardness up against my jeans.
The room was busy and people were shoulder to shoulder in most places, but she was in a group of friends and they were in a circle she was a part of, yet she was moving back leaving space in from of her, my mind was in overdrive of thinking of slowly sliding her hair away to revel her soft neck and putting my hand just above her skirt ended and gently putting my hand above her hip as I moved closer and kissed her neck.
As I was thinking this along with “oh I should probably go find my friends, I haven’t seen them in ages” I noticed a few slight brushes of contact, her hand moving back then each swing with her hips getting closer to my increasingly obvious jean bulge.
Then the I had noticed before moved over next to her and touched her arm affectionately, “ahh damn I thought, he’s definitely her boyfriend” buuuut she didn’t stop moving slowly towards me, on the long bass beats of the song, she bent her knees and slowly came back up softly against my thigh and then as she moved upwards, she pushed further back so my hard cock pushed into the gap between her cheeks where her skirt was tight, the combined heat of that contact felt like it could start a fire right there.
I could smell her sweat and perfume and all I could think was how much I wanted her to turn round and kiss me. I was suddenly aware that the song had finished and our little game had to end for the time being. I became extremely aware that the guy she was with, WAS her boyfriend as they kissed between songs and he put his arm around her and slightly pulled her forwards.
Throughout the next couple of songs, this behaviour continued, we would dance, she would slowly move away from her boyfriend and up against me, every so often put her hand behind pull the belt ring on my jeans with a single finger to pull me closer for a brief second.
I was going to explode, I knew I couldn’t do anything move than this and I also knew it would end and she would leave with her boyfriend and her friends and I would be back to where I was but with an awkward walk, maybe blue balls and some pre-cum in my boxers.
I decided to leave and get a drink and some fresh air and calm down a little, I had not had any sexual contact with anyone since my breakup sixth months prior and to be honest I was overwhelmed and a bit confused by the situation.
I went outside and breathed in deeply whilst I watched the traffic flow by with the slight blur of the cars lights in the night and my slightly drunken vision.
I came back inside and headed to the bathroom which was down some stairs, as I approached the stairs, there she was coming towards them from the other side, she looked at my probably slightly shocked face and just gave me a sparkly cheeky grin, she went down the stairs ahead of me put held one hand out behind her, reaching out, I put my arm out and I stroked her palm with two fingers, she clenched her hand around my fingers and hurried her step down the stairs and along the corridor.
We spotted a door which said staff only on it and she gave me a look as to say “are we gonna do this?” I beamed a smile in return and nodded. She pushed open the door, luckily it was open and inside there was a small desk and a couch, she let go of my hand and locked the door behind us and firmly grabbed my upper arms and pushed me onto the couch, she hitched up her skirt and straddled me, we looked into each others eyes and couldn’t help but burst out laughing, not from awkwardness but just how it felt somewhat cheesy, we hadn’t even said a word to each other and here we were, her (as I imagined from the heat coming through my jeans) wet pussy pushed hard against me and her thighs squeezing against the outside of mine. She kissed me but each time the moisture on her lips would slide across mine and I moved my head into the kiss, she would pull away slightly, this drove me completely wild and I felt myself get harder and harder each time.
I put caressed her bare belly and moved my arm around to hold her back, I could feel the top of her butt cheeks squishing up against my hand, I carefully held her as I stood up and she rolled over to where I was on the couch, I knelt on the floor beneath her and looked up to her eyes, then slowly back down along her chest, slightly awkwardly shuffled vest top and bra that was very nearly letting a nipple escape from it’s grasp. Then I looked straight down her legs and just above her left ankle and saw a small tattoo, I didn’t recognise exactly what it was but it prompted me to reach down with my head and bite carefully around it, she let out a groan as my sharp teeth touch her soft skin, I ever so slowly working my way up her leg with my mouth, alternating biting and kissing with varying intensity. With one hand she reached out and caressed the back of my head.
I reached around the back of her calves and pulled slightly as I kissed and nibbled my way passed her knees to her juicy thighs, where I sunk my teeth in harder, she yelped slightly as I got carried away but her hand held my head firmly and pulled me closer up towards her panties. I could see the wetness already seeping through the material, I wanted to taste her so badly, I looked up face and her eyes were alive with passion, she looked at me with what could have been confused with anger as if to say “what the fuck are the waiting for??” but we still hadn’t uttered a word. She rapped her fingers tightly around a lock of my hair and as her legs were around me and I did not want to leave where I was even for a second, I ran my tongue up the inside of her thighs, taken it in turns, each time I would reach the edge of her panties she moved herself so she her pussy was right in line with my mouth, but I didn’t indulge right away, I kept teasing by nibbling, stoking and kissing her thighs and then opening my mouth wide and placing it over her her panties but then staying still, each time I did this she would rive around and push my head hard towards her.
I refuse when finally she lifted my head up and broke the silence between us, staring me longingly in the eyes and just said “please” .
I used one hand to pull her panties to the side and as soon as my tongue explored slowly around her saturated wet labia towards her clit, I thought I didn’t want to eat anything other than this ever again.
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