First time outside of just sending things to a woman. Criticism expected.
Stepping into the club… white button down shirt with dress slacks and black dean oxfords on. I’m dressed to impress with my two white gold chains on. After scoping out the club, I make my way to the dance floor.
Dancing on the dance floor, I spot a beautiful girl with a cocktail in her hand. Curves filling out a beautiful pencil skirt with an amazing smile. I stare at her, amazed and aroused at just the sight of her, to see if there is an interest. She sees me looking and does a side smile and looks down at the floor for a split second and then right back to me. I knew this was my opening. She gave me the glance of approval to join her mesmerizing universe. As I approached, her face said she couldn’t resist, but she needs to play hard. I saw her fixing the folds in her skirt and corrected her posture just to make sure I saw her at her best, but I was already a man on a mission. I could see the vibes radiating out of her, leading me to tell her… “ It’s time for us to dance” as I reach for her empty hand. She flips her straight brown hair back over her shoulder as I lean in. She agrees with an excited yes. As I take her hand and lead her out to the middle of the packed dance floor, I felt like I was floating on cloud 9. She was everything I ever wanted, I hope I can be the same. As we started dancing and making small talk, she would constantly giggle so I felt good about everything. Then the slow song hit and I placed my hand on her hips and she placed one on a hip and the other kept holding her full cocktail drink. As the song continues, she laid her head on my shoulder and i lost myself in her perfume. She smelled like the sweetest field that you want to play in as a kid. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and as I did, I noticed she didn’t have any panties on. I felt no lines of demarcation, separating her dress from her under garments . I slid my hand further down just to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind… and there was nothing…..
At that moment, a flood of intense thoughts about what’s under that dress flew through my mind and then blood started pumping. I started growing. The song changed to a jack Harlow song and she must have been a huge fan… she instantly started moving her hips in my hand and poppin her ass which pulled my hands lower. I looked at her to see what she was feeling and her eyes just sparklesd back at me like she could read my thoughts. She turned around and laid her entire back side against me and started grinding her lushes curves against me. She started twerking on me and my oh my, there was no stopping what was forming in my pants.
She reached back, playing with my neck and chains, eventually pulling me down over her shoulder. As she leaned back and said… “hold my drink for me.”
I grab her drink and hold it for her. She looks back up to me and said “I’m glad he is happy to see me too” as she slid her nails down my neck and I felt her recently freed hand grab me while she danced on me to cover her desires. Looking into her eyes I could see the future…
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That’s as far as I like to take it. I feel like I want more build up and think the devil was of it is in the details so I should describe things more intensely. But is the build up even more important than I think? I kind of get carried away with the little details and don’t know if the enhance or detract from the overall encounter/life goal (LoL)
Thoughts? Opinions?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qvkq8h/on_the_dance_floor