Ros came through the door already smiling. She was about 5’10 with her heels, but she knew she would kick them off soon. She walked with that confident grace of a practiced dancer. If you looked closely at her hands you could see the history of gymnastics in the way she held her fingers.
Her black skirt was knee length and when she walked she could barely feel it brush the back of her knee. But she could feel it and she liked it. She wanted to feel the delicate touches all night. She came to dance. The haller top she wore sported little words. ” I rock”and “you love me” stood out in particular as her nipples accentuated the letter o. She had on no bra. And no panties.
As she got closer to the back of the room she saw L. He was playing with a drink and drawing something. The veins on the back of his hand cast dark shadows in the harsh overhead light that separated him from the rest of the dark room.
The sight of his hands made her pussy jump. She was surprised she remembered how they looked, but in her mind she could still clearly picture him stroking his cock in the video chat. They had talked about dancing. About fucking. She wanted to make it all real.
She was not sure what would happen. They had spent the entire day in the field working alongside one another and he was a consumate professional. He never once glanced at her ass or tried to look at her tits while she was in her field clothes. But then at the end of the day he had closed his laptop, looked her straight in the eye and asked, “so, are we going to dance, tonight?” Ros’ head spun. She tried to say yes. She had been caught off guard. She must have not actually spoken, because he repeated himself. “Ros? Are we going dancing?”
“Yes. I would like that.”
“Good. So would I.” He had finished the sentence by pulling his lips into his mouth and licking them slightly. Only a peek of his tongue appeared but he may as well have licked her thigh. As his tongue returned to his mouth she was brought out of the trance and her eyes came back up to his. He was looking straight into her eyes and suddenly she felt naked. He smiled. A half smile. Like he knew how naked she felt and was enjoying her vulnerability.
Now, at the table he looks up, through his glasses and over the edge of the table. His eyes climb her legs to the skirt she was wearing on the video chat…was that a month ago? He smiles slowly. And his eyes slide up her waist and around her breasts. They don’t make it to her eyes, they linger on her lips… he had pointed out her birthmark during their chat. On her lip, a tiny freckle. She subconsciously bit her lip now.pulling it in. L looked into her eyes.
She was trapped in his eyes again. She smiled and she feels the lips of her pussy warm slightly as the first hint of her juices escape.
He nods toward the seat beside him for her to come over. He stands and puts his notebook into one of his jacket pockets. As he reaches for her hand to help her up I to the tall bar stool.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gvmq95/walking_dancing_making_love_mf_public