Dance with me.
Part I
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 halter 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.