I see you from across the crowded dance floor… You haven’t noticed me yet but I’ve got my eye on you… Mentally marking my pray…
Dancing to the deep tribal music the DJ is playing I move my body in a primal way that feels so good… while keeping my eyes on you… Willing you to look up and watch my dance. As I silently swivel and twist, your gaze catches me in my reverie. Our eyes lock and I know I’ve got you. Enticing you the way the snake charmer charms a cobra in a basket. My body moving to the music, I stand rooted to my spot on the dance floor. Hypnotizing you with my hips… our eyes locked in a dance of lust all their own. You slowly make your way over to me… Sliding sideways to squeeze through the crowd… Eyes on me as you move and maneuver.
The energy on the floor creates pockets of heat as you move through the masses and are standing before me now. My chest shimmers with sweat and my dress clings to every curve of my body. You move slowly closer and closer… Your hands reach out to touch me and I reach to you, sparking contact… our fingers intertwine and you pull me toward you, enveloping me, wrapping your arms around my waist, pulling me in close. I can smell the faint scent of your hair and the spice of your perfume. You step in closer to me and we begin to dance… our bodies glistening. The dance floor is crowded and we are two anonymous strangers; caught in that sacred space of rhythm & lust. The heat is building between us & you turn me and pull me into you. I feel the heat emanating from under your dress as I press my ass into you, following the rhythm of your hips. Your hands reach up into my hair, lifting my mass of curls up off of my neck and I feel your breath on the back of my neck… gently blowing. You turn my head to the side and I look back at you, over my shoulder with a smile. I reach my hands behind me, keeping one hand on your hip and moving the other steadily between your thighs. Your pussy is so warm and so wet and I start to touch you, under your skirt… over your panties… secretly stroking you on the crowded dance floor. I hear your breath getting heavier on the back of my neck… my fingers petting you in rhythm with the music, steady and firm. Moving faster and pressing harder, I turn to face you, my hand still under your skirt… no one can see… and nobody cares. It’s just you and I in a pocket of heat and I pull you closer into me… working my way inside your wet pussy… just for a little taste… I reach my fingers up to your mouth, rubbing them gently across your lips before leaning in for a kiss…. sweet with the taste of you.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tq9oqm/f4f_kissing_a_girl_strangers_on_the_dance_floor
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