Nia smiled as James changed seats and sat next to her. The rest of the table of co-workers and friends did not notice, and James continued to lean into the noisy conversation even as he pushed his leg against Nia's. Nia gave a little half smile. What was he playing at? All night, he'd been giving these half-ass come-ons, but nothing direct. Just these small touches, random comments about cuddling with her and staring at her breasts. Nia was more used to direct, even aggressive approaches from men, and these little incidences were somewhat refreshing. She felt like she had the power, and she also suspected that James had a thing for exhibitionism. Well, he was playing a dangerous game, she mused, as a smile crept across her face. Tonight, she felt like being a little bad.
She slipped her hand under the table and placed it deliberately on James' knee. From the side of her eye, she saw a small smirk appear on his handsome face. She then had the pleasure of seeing it wiped off as she slid her small hand up his thigh with a strong and steady grip. She laughed loudly at a joke someone around the table had made, as her hand came to rest right next to his crotch where she squeezed and rubbed a couple of times, tantalizingly next to where it mattered but not quite there. Now James had a startled look on his face, and struggled not to squirm a little in his chair.
There, Nia thought, giving one final squeeze before taking her hand away and standing up to walk over to the loo. That will teach him not to start something he can't finish. When she came back to the table, she saw that some of the group had gotten up to dance. James looked up at her, silently beckoning her to sit down next to him. She ignored him and walked over to the dance floor, and started to revel in the loud beats of the bar music. A while later, the rest of the group came up to dance, and James made a bee line for her. She quickly sidestepped him and started dancing with Harrison, a friendly loud Aussie guy who had just moved into town. She wound and moved her hips suggestively, knowing that James was behind her, watching. Harrison was a good dancer, and for a while Nia forgot about James, and enjoyed the Aussie's lanky body.
When Nia finally turned towards James, he was looking distinctly pouty. His hands were crossed defensively across his chest, revealing his toned forearms sprinkled of soft dark hair. Hmm, Nia thought. Let me throw him a bone. She danced over next to him and leaned in close, ostensibly to talk into his ear over the loud music blaring from the speakers. "I'm so hot - it's so hot in here," she said. She made sure to lean in so that her breasts brushed his chest and arms. "Aren't you hot?" She knew her top and bra were thin, so her nipples could clearly be felt against his skin.
"Yeah..." James faltered as his hands fell to his sides. Nia took the chance to step in even closer and put a hand on his back while making exaggerated fanning motions with her other hand. "What was that?" She pretended to lean in close to hear him better; pushing her curvy body against his tight toned one. He pushed back without even the pretence of a reply. Nia smiled inside. She then twisted around, so that her ample butt was pressed against his crotch. She leaned back into him and started dancing a little. His hands fell naturally on her waist, and she swayed with the music while giving him a little show. The rest of the group had paired off, and with the decreased scrutiny, Nia felt a little bold.
A Caribbean song was playing, and the smooth beats were made for suggestive dancing. She arched her back and wound her waist with the music, and she felt James' grip on her waist tighten as her ass rubbed into his crotch. After a while, she felt his hands started to roam across her body. She smiled, this was her chance. She felt bold and like she wanted to order someone around today. Here goes.
She stiffened abruptly and grabbed his hand. She spun around and looked him in the eye. He was only a couple of inches taller than her, so that made it easier to look intimidating. "What are you doing?" she asked curtly. "Did I say you could touch me?" She bit out.
A confused look passed over James' face. "But I thought..."
"Thought what?" Nia said. "That a little dancing gives you permission to maul me?" she asked, her actions belying her words as she leaned in again and pressed her body against his. "From now on..." she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, gripping his back firmly. "You keep your hands to yourself..." she slid her hand down to his butt, tight from his intense fitness regime and gave a healthy squeeze. "Unless I tell you otherwise." She leaned back and watched his jaw tighten as he looked at her, somewhat confused but undoubtedly aroused. "Got it?" she asked, punctuating the question with a smack to his behind. She could see the moment when he surrendered into the power play. He suppressed a small groan and nodded.
Nia felt a heady rush of excitement and power. This fit handsome dude was now hers to do with as she pleased. She continued dancing, becoming more and more suggestive, even as she kept him from touching her, although she knew he was dying to. She was getting wetter, and wanted to step it up. She surveyed the dance floor to make a note of where the rest of the group was, and then led James away from them into a shadowy corner of the bar, just beyond the edge of the dance floor.
