She showed up just as I expected. She warned me days earlier that she'd be wearing something I would not be able to resist easily, and she was right. The corset cinched her already small waist even closer, accenting her bust line and making her ass even more delicious. She had thigh-high boots on, and nothing else covering her nether regions but a graceful thong of lacy material, barely enough to cover her mound. My mouth watered, seeing her. I willed my eyes to raise up to hers, and I controlled my voice pretty well.
We hugged closely, and kept holding each other as we spoke closely into each other's ears.
"Mmmmm, Tygre, you look unbelievable."
"Trey, what happened? You didn't dress up this year!" she pouted.
"Well, I saw the pictures from last year, and they left me more embarrassed than anything else. Plus, this year I really concentrated on the music -- all my efforts went towards that."
While I spoke, Tygre buried her face in my neck, nuzzling it and threatening to bite it. She kept giving me chills with her little nips.
"That's ok, I won't mind as long as I can dance."
I was still holding her against me. I couldn't help it. Her body was too delicious to let go. I wanted to reach down and hold her by her ass, that object of uttermost worship in my dreams in the dead of night, but there were too many others around.
"Trey, I don't know how much longer I can keep from doing things I shouldn't with you."
"Well, you sexy little minx, you find a dark place and come find me later."
She gasped. "Do you mean it? Really?"
I just grinned, wanting to see where she took it.
Her eyes were shining as she said, "OK, you asked for it! You better watch out." And with that, she turned away, looking back at me as she slapped her own ass and sashayed away from me.
My heart was thudding in my chest. I could feel each beat distinctly. What was it about her? We were obviously totally incompatible. She had said so herself. Yet every time I was in her presence, something about her, some force or gravity pulled me into her, made my cock hard, my mouth dry up. I needed her like rain on a drought-plagued African nation.
What had I started?
A few hours later, I looked up from the decks to see her writhing on the dance floor with Julie. The two of them became one mass of female flesh. I couldn't really tell where one ended and the other began. It turned me on immensely -- here was my ex-lover, the best sexual partner I ever had, dancing with a sexual object of desire so strong sometimes I couldn't speak. It was a combination I found very difficult to look away from. As I watched, Tygre's hands roamed down Julie's body, brushing her neck, breasts and belly before wrapping around the tops of her thighs. Julie leaned back into Tygre's body. They almost kissed. I wanted to beat off right there.
I turned back to the music. After some time passed and I thought it was safe, I put on a track to end the set and got ready to take a break. As I turned around to leave, there she was, standing, waiting.
"You ready?"
"Ready for what?" I tried to ask, innocently.
"You know what. Come with me." She turned and began walking.
I got pretty scared. What about my wife? What about my marriage? What about this rock hard cock that didn't care anything about that, what about my eyes which could not leave Tygre's full luscious asscheeks as they bounced away from me? I wanted to bury my face in them, maul them with my hands, slide my tongue up her ass, lick her pussylips, breathe in her scent, suffocate in there. What was she planning?
I followed at a discrete distance. She entered a small room I hadn't noticed before, There were some people I didn't know inside. She crossed the room, again with me following by about 4 feet. I tried to be nonchalant about where I was going, keeping an eye on her but trying to be unobserved to be following her. She opened a door, turned and looked at me, and then stepped through it, closing it behind her.
I waited about 2 minutes, watching to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to care about me or Tygre at all. Considering they were all strangers, the coast seemed to be clear. I was thinking fiercely -- should I go in? What would happen if I did?
I threw caution to the wind, decided this was my one chance to experience what had to be a fantastic sexual experience, and crossed to the door. I opened it to darkness, and walked in, closing it behind me.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw that the room was a very small chamber, about the size of a large bathroom. There was a small couch on one side, a dim neon lamp high on one wall. Tygre was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, boots rubbing together with a seductive sound. Her arms at her sides, she looked at me and licked her lips.
"Wondered if you'd have the courage."
"Well, I had to find out what you had in mind. I still have control, you know. You don't call ALL the shots," I responded.
