God, watching her move is like watching the most beautiful sculpture come to life underneath the artist’s hands. She owns the room. And the funny thing is that she is completely unaware. I shake the ice around in my glass, moving the last drips of what is left to the bottom so that I can join her. She loves to dance. I love to watch her unsuspecting prey. They think that they have a certain power over her because she allows them to lead. Tonight, she is toying with someone who knows what he is doing. I won’t let this one go on too long.
I walk across the dance floor. I feel the air shift as bodies move around me. The hair on my arms stand erect as I watch him pull her closer. I know she can feel the outline of his body through his sweat-dampened clothes at this point. I intend on replacing that feeling as soon as I can. I reach out for her hand. Her lips curl at the sides showing me her sexy smirk. Holy hell this woman is something else. The timing is perfect; her feet shift to me without even interrupting the beat. I never understand how she does this. It’s as if the music folds itself around her, not her to the music. I press my lips to her neck, inhale as much of her as I can. We move together. There is no one else. Sliding my fingertips across the delicate skin of her face, I turn her lips to mine. I need to devour her.
Her eyes plead for us to take this dance private. Who am I to argue?
She is quite the closet exhibitionist. She enjoys pressing her naked breasts against full length hotel windows. I pull my belt from my pants and allow it to whip the back of her legs. Just a little. I can hear the intake of her breath and also feel myself pulsing against the fabric of my slacks.
We all want her, don’t we?
Such a powerful beast standing in front of me. Her wit is intoxicating. Her smile can topple dynasties. I admire the moonlight reflecting off of the curves of her back. Following that path down the curve of her spine, around the teardrop shape of her silhouette. She arches back towards me. That one flick of her ass sends twitches all throughout. Regaining control, I decide she will submit tonight. I back away to take a seat. She wanted to dance tonight. Maybe she can dance just for me. Let’s see how far I can take this.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zj7li0/sneaking_a_peek_his_story