It was a lovely Saturday night; perfect weather and perfect plans for a perfect summer night: We were going out with the group and the destination was the bar/disco where the regular Saturday night party was at β nothing could get in our way...
You do know what the deal is with these kinds of parties, don't you: finding the perfect... dress! It's like there's a rule for people who are headed to a party: you just have to look sexy and tempting. Not that you'll find anybody complaining, but it is a lot of work, equally for everybody. Guys have to make sure they smell fine and that their belts will hold onto the low-cut jeans under any circumstances; whereas girls struggle to dress up sexily, without actually revealing everything. Besides these, there's always the typical "match the accessories" problem. Tough, tough work, but once you're done, it's only a downhill from there and you're ready to rock and be rocked.
I was almost done, when my lovely friend barged in, wondering if she looked "presentable". She had exaggerated her make-up, as usual, to look older (a nasty little habit from old times) and overdone it, but you don't say these kinds of things to your best friend, so I told her she was charming. She wore a black halter top and a bright pink skirt, underneath high-heeled black sandals. She did look charming, but the look I wanted to go for was seductive, without looking like a complete slut. So I borrowed a black little top from her (that left very little to imagination) and stepped into my mini jean skirt. Completing the look with kitten heels, I passed onto the make-up stage. Normally I have to choose between my eyes and lips to emphasize and have a hard time with it; since it was a party we were going to, I went for both: dark eye pencil, bronze blusher, a dab of color on the lips and gloss over it... my work was finished quickly and we headed out.
The meeting place was the little cafΓ© in the square. When we arrived, we saw we were the last ones to come. Having completed the group, we decided not to waste any more time, took our seats in the cars and drove.
As the place was nearby, the ride didn't last long. We stepped directly inside and sat at our reserved table (it's not easy to find a table for 10 people, especially on party nights). The group consisted of 3 girls and 7 guys, but we all were regulars at the club, so other friends also joined us throughout the night.
It's usually the habit to have the drinks right after arrival and that night was no exception. We all had a bit more than our share to loosen up and get rid of "inhibitions". My fourth vodka rocks didn't even burn my throat anymore β I was that immune to alcohol by then.
As we drank, I looked around a bit, checking in case there was a hidden potential somewhere, but no such luck! Actually, the hot dish himself was sitting right next to me, so I don't know why I even bothered.
He held a shot of tequila in one hand and his other hand rested on my chair. As our eyes locked I said "No vodka for you?", grinning in acknowledgement of the answer (you know how people say vodka causes erection problems and whatever). He winked at me: "After 10 tequila shots, it doesn't matter what you're drinking."
In the background, music was on, full-blast and the DJ was really incredible. Just then my favourite song started to play and I just had to dance to it. So I pulled him off his chair, he held my hands and led the way to the platform.
The dancing is really easy, if you know how to "move". I turned my back to him and he leaned in close βreally close-, held me from my waist and we started dancing. As it went on we got even closer and he pulled me tightly to him. I could feel him hardening against my ass and it just felt amazing as e moved. I ground my hips against his crotch again and again, as he caressed his way down on me.
As it happened we lost track of time, but the "feeling" was intense and I could feel I was very wet. The drinks, dancing and his closure made me lose my mind. All I could think about was his touch. The songs changed and continued, but we never stopped. Occasionally I'd turn to face him and move between his legs, just to tease him and it worked wonderfully. As he leaned over, I planted a small but sensational kiss on his neck and I actually heard a very silent whimper. I turned around again and as we danced, I closed my eyes, dreaming about how it'd be like to have him then and there.