Brianna sat hugging her knees, head bowed. Tears were gathered in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. She would not cry over him anymore. He had left her and wasn't worth any more of her tears.
Her cell phone buzzed. She picked it up and glanced at the screen. Deanna, her best friend, was checking on her and wanted to know if she wanted to go out dancing that night. Brianna smiled and quickly replied that she was better and that a night on the town sounded like a fabulous plan.
She got up and showered, letting the warm water run down her tear stained cheeks and red eyes. After getting out and drying off, she dolled herself up. A little extra eye makeup and some bright red lipstick distracted from the slight redness around her eyes.
She pulled on a slinky red dress, backless, with a skirt that barely covered her nicely shaped ass. Bri glanced at herself in the mirror, loving the look of the dress over her large breasts. The feeling of the silky material flowing over her nipples was very erotic.
Painting her finger and toenails a bright red, to match her lips, brightened her mood even more. After they were dry, she slowly pulled on some black thigh high stockings and attached them to her garter belt, then slid her feet into some sexy black heels. Grabbing her little black dance bag, Bri was ready for whatever the night might bring.
Deanna showed up about ten minutes later and they left for the club. It was a little early, only 11:00pm and the place was still half empty. The girls went to the bar and sat down, ordering drinks. Bri got a Bahama Mama, loving the tart fruity taste. She didn't drink very often, so quickly felt the effects of the one drink.
A guy came over, introduced himself as Jon and asked if she'd like to dance. Bri said yes, looking forward to forgetting all about her ex for the night. The beat was fast and hot. Bri turned her sexy up and showed Jon what a hussy she was. She rubbed, bumped and slid over and against him.
Showing him, with clothes on, what sex with her would be like. He kept up pretty well. Grabbing her hips, spooning her, grinding his stiff cock against her ass. He leaned down and whispered in her ear how fucking hot she was. Bri gave him a sexy smile over her shoulder. He was cute but not really her favorite flavor.
After a few songs she told him she needed to go check on her friend and headed back to the bar. She joined Deanna, who had just returned. It was getting close to midnight and the place was starting to get crowded. Bri sat the bar with Deanna, talking and glancing around at the crowd. A man caught her eye, average height, sexy in an understated was. Light brown hair, goatee, snazzy dresser, there was some indefinable characteristic that drew her in. She caught his eye, he gave her a sexy smile and a wink, then turned back to listen to his friend.
Bri was ready to dance again. She glanced back at the sexy guy but he was still deep in conversation with his friend. Bri continued to look around and saw a guy staring at her, smiling with one brow raised. Almost daring her to come to him. She got up and walked towards him, full sexy smile on her lips and a come fuck me look in her eyes. When she got close enough to him to talk, before she could say anything he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
A slow song was just beginning. Her guy slid his hands around her wrists and slowly lifted her arms around his neck, keeping eye contact the whole time. Letting his hands drift up her arms, then down her side and around her back, he rested his hands on the swell of her ass. He leaned down and whispered, "I'm Ricky." She told him her name was Brianna but most people called her Bri.
Ricky lifted a hand and pressed her head again against his shoulder. Bri loved the feeling of security being wrapped in a man's arms gave her. Ricky's hands caressed up and down her back, going a little lower each time, until his hands were fully cupping her generous ass.
He pulled her hips in towards his, slowly brushing his hips back and forth against hers. She could feel his cock swelling and leaned her shoulders back slightly, thrusting her hips forward. Ricky slid his hands up, helping support her upper body so she could lean back even further. She did, thrusting her breasts up and her hips forward, sliding her hands down his arms, holding on. Trusting him not to let her fall. The song ended and she pulled herself back up.
A fast song came on and they continued to dance through several fast then slow songs. The sexual tension tightened between them becoming like a taunt, tense, highly charged bundle of electrical wires. After the current song ended Ricky leaned down and whispered, "I really hate to do this but I have to go." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and walked her back to the bar. He told her he hoped to see her again soon, turned and left. What the hell? Bri thought! She was so aroused and couldn't believe he didn't at least offer her his number.
The next song finished and Deanna came back to the bar, a cute guy trailing behind her. Deanna raised a brow and asked where her sexy dance partner had run off to. Bri shrugged and said she honestly didn't know. The bartender handed Bri another drink. Deanna and her guy cuddled up to the bar and started to talk. Bri looked around the now very crowded club, looking for a new dance partner.
The snazzy dresser from earlier caught her eye again. He was alone now, nursing his drink and smiled when she glanced at him. He had been watching her, waiting for her to notice him. She smiled back then glanced away, playing shy. She waited a couple minutes then looked at him again to find he was still steadily watching her. His grin grew when she looked at him. She was amusing him, in a good way, Bri could tell.
She smiled back, then let her hand drift up to her face, one finger brushing against her cheek, then lightly over her bottom lip. Her hand continued to drift down, brushing her bare upper chest then lightly skimming over her breast. She kept eye contact with him the whole time.