We’re out in a smallish tavern, sitting close at the bar, facing each other, my legs between yours. We’re really enjoying ourselves, chatting, laughing, teasing and touching.
A really great danc-y song comes on, and I push off my bar stool with a huge grin, rubbing my body against yours, saying, “Come on, let’s dance!” I try to pull you with me to the dance floor, but you resist… I look back and you’re shaking your head, “I don’t know how to dance to this!!!” you say, “How can anyone dance to this?!!”
“Aw, come on Baby, I LOVE this song!! Dance with me? Just do what I do… Pleeeease? For ME??” I give you my most devastating puppy-dog eyes and you finally relent, knowing it’s useless to resist.
We make our way to the crowded dance floor. Finding some space, I turn to you and begin to move to the music. The beat is heavy and languid, and just that tempo that tells you it would be a great song to have sex to. I raise my arms above my head and move in close to you, brushing my breasts across your chest and bumping my hips against yours. Our faces are inches apart and we are sharing the same breath. You place your hands on my hips and begin to mirror my movements with your own. I feel you relax and just start to go with it, and I whisper to you, “That’s right…. doesn’t it feel like our bodies were made for this?” You nod and smile wickedly, and I feel your hands tighten on my hips and start to guide me to YOUR rhythm.
Suddenly we are not just dancing. We are Dirty Dancing, and we are one. It’s like sex on the dance floor, and it is such a head rush.
I can feel you… you are so hard. I know you know how wet I’m getting. I swear I can make out the faint scent of my arousal mingled with the heat, sweat, and pheromone fog that blankets the dance floor…. yet somehow it’s like the crowd doesn’t exist.
Your hands leave my hips and begin to slide up my back, up my neck, and into my hair. We move as one erotic entity, shimmering with desire, the center of our own universe. Your hands slip down to my shoulders, across the hollow of my throat, then down to brush lightly across my tight nipples. You continue down along my ribs, my waist, your thumbs skimming my belly. Your hands come to rest on the roundness of my ass, where they linger, squeezing firmly and pulling me in tighter to you.
“Mmmmm… That ass…” you groan into my ear, then you grab my hips, push me slightly away, spinning me around to face away from you and moving in behind me. Your hands grip my hips tightly as you grind your rock-hard cock into my butt, never breaking from the rhythm of the song.
I’m lost. Lost in our movement, our breathing, the pounding beat that somehow expresses our passion perfectly. I raise my arms and rest my hands at the nape of your neck, turning and tipping my head back for a kiss. You mouth immediately devours mine, and I respond to your urgency with my own raw need. One of your hands slips up to rest on my lower belly, holding me close, as the other slides ever higher, your fingertips and thumb spread, tracing slowly across and barely brushing the undersides of my upthrust breasts.
You tense suddenly, ripping your lips from mine with a ragged gasp and groaning in my ear, “Baby I’m gonna cum in my pants like some teenager if we don’t slow down!!”
With a sly grin, I grind my ass into your cock harder, grasping your neck and pulling your ear to my lips. “Mmmm Baby, that would be SOOO hot… mmmmmmm… yeah… fuck into me… yes, like our clothes weren’t on, Lover… cum in your pants for me… come on, DO it… do it and I’ll take you home and fuck you senseless…”
You groan long and low, grab my hips to steady me, and begin to grind: up and inward… downward and away… Rhythmically at first, keeping time with the sultry beat. To anyone on the floor who cares to watch, it looks like we are just dancing lasciviously. Your breathing is ragged in my ear. Your knees are bent slightly to afford the perfect angle for your stimulation, and its only a few thrusts before I feel your control start to falter.
I turn and capture your lips with mine, purring into your mouth, “mmmmmm cum for me Baby… my Lover… cum for me now… oh yes, that’s it, right NOW…” You pin me in hard against your big cock, so hard that I can feel your release through both our jeans: the rapid-fire short thrusts, the twitching spasms, then your stillness; the long breath you don’t take, followed by your gasping inhale and low groan into my neck as you sag into me, slipping your arms tight around my waist as you bury your face in the curve of my neck.
I can feel your lips curl into a smile against my skin as I continue to slide my butt slowly back and forth over your softening bulge as the music begins to fade. I turn fully into you and kiss you passionately, just as the song ends. The trance is broken, and I pull away. We are both grinning.
I sneak a glance down at the spot of moisture darkening the front of your pants. I look up into your eyes and raise an eyebrow. I swear you’re blushing a little… or maybe its just the heat? I grab your hand, leaning into your ear and whispering- “Come on Baby, let’s get you home so I can take care of you properly….” – before turning and leading you from the floor.
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