"No, no don't. What are you doing?! What's gotten into you?!" he said, as she started to grab hold of his junk in the club, at the corner table.
The dance floor was at level one, where they were seated on the few tables at the side. The remaining area at the ground level was a well-lit lounge. But level 1 was a dark, dance area with just the DJ's strobe lights glowing at times. You could really get away with almost anything there.
They had both pre-drunk at a local bar - the cheap kinds, the shady kinds, the one with the cheap booze. And they were buzzing. No 'they' aren't dating, they aren't married, they don't even know each other too well. They just casually met on a dating website and decided to be open about the fact that all they wanted was some company and some good sex. No drama about a relationship, no "it's complicated," just some fucking when they feel like it, and then getting back to the usual docile, routine life. No one else in their lives needed to know.
And here they were, pre-buzzed, in a dark dark place, ordered some more booze and he naughtily slid an ice cube down the front of her revealing white top, down that yummy looking cleavage that her bra was just about constraining. She shuddered as the ice slid down her breasts.
He said, "That should cool off the bite I gave you earlier today down there." She looked at him angry and lustful at the same time. He bit his lips and rolled his tongue over them, knowing full well that that turns her on. She moved from the chair opposite him to beside him on the couch on the other side.
"The ice really made me cold. I need some body warmth now to feel comfortable." she said. He always got jitters whenever she said that. He unconsciously started feeling her all over her back with his hand. She, however, wasn't so docile. Went for his semi hard boner. He was a bit taken aback. She started groping it dirty below the table. He leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes. His hands, however, had a mind of their own, so they proceeded to unhook her bra through her top. She was a bit shocked by that for a moment. And before she could recover, he held her by the waist, swung her towards him and bit her lower lip. She held his chin in her hand and kissed, or well let's just say ate his lips, unnoticed by most near that dark dance floor.
"Dance to my tunes, mister," she said, and held him by his shirt collar and dragged him to the dark dance floor. They started to groove. 2 songs later she goes, "you better get frisky if you like this whiskey" - and takes her glass of On-the-rocks and drips some onto her boobs. Her unhooked bra is almost off, and he can see her shirt get wet.
"That's enough you cum-thirsty whore," he said (they're into name-calling, so they love degrading each other with promiscuous swearwords.)