We walk into the dark dance club, my hand around your waist, holding you close to me as our eyes adjust to the darkness. The throb and pounding of the industrial dance music moves us, and both our bodies respond: we move slightly, touching each other's hips as we sway, feeling the sexual tension of the sultry spring night.
The evening has been one of pure sensuality. We went out to a lovely dinner at a nice Italian restaurant, where we sat in a secluded alcove and teased each other mercilessly. I rubbed olive oil on your lips and neck, licking it off before it went down your blouse. You licked alfredo sauce off my fingers, taking each of my fingers deep in your mouth. It was all I could do not to take you right there in the restaurant.
Now we've found a dance club, one recommended by our waitress. She said it is a great place for dancing in the dark and getting turned on.
You're wearing one of my favorite outfits, a tight black leather miniskirt going to mid-thigh, with a 3-inch slit on your left leg, and a white sheer silk blouse, that is see-through in certain light, showing your nipples of your firm full breasts. Thigh-high stockings, a minute thong, and your sexy black high heels finish the outfit. I can barely control myself, seeing you in that outfit. It shows everything about what I find sexy about you: your mischievous eyes, your gorgeous smile, your stunning auburn hair, your curvaceous lithe body, the wonderfully sexy ass, and your amazing legs. I continually tell you that you're the sexiest woman alive.
I'm in a black silk suit, very well-tailored, with a dove grey silk shirt. It cost more than every other suit in my closet combined, but I love how it makes me feel: sexy, confident, and strong.
We head to the bar, and I get us a few drinks as we look around. The club is filling up with couples and singles, all "dressed to impress", as the dress code requires. There are a large number of very attractive people of both sexes. We "people watch" for a few minutes, my hand on your hip, rubbing your leather-clad ass, feeling the curves, and rubbing the silk across your back. We both finish our drinks and I order more. We had started drinking early in our hotel room, then more at dinner, so by now we're both more than a little buzzed, but still not quite drunk.
As we drink, we both notice more than a few men walking by looking at you. Staring, is more like it. You are an incredible sight to behold. There have even been a few women sneaking looks at you with intense interest. This adds to our mutual excitement, and I start kissing your neck in the spot you love so much. My hand moves around your backside, from feeling the soft silk of your upper back to the hot leather pulled tight on your lovely ass. You respond, arching your back so your shapely hip presses against my hand, and your breasts move forward. I can feel your nipples hardening through the thin shirt. Your hand is caressing my thigh, just barely brushing the area between my legs, teasing me gently.
I take you by the hand and lead you to the dance floor. The crowd has gotten thicker, and we have to squeeze our ay through the throbbing mass of bodies to a dark corner on the far side away from the rest of the crowd. We begin to dance, the thumping bass pounding into us like you want me to do to you. We both enjoy moving to the music, feeling the rhythm and beat, letting it move us.
We move close, feeling our bodies pressed together, my hand around your waist holding you tight to me, your arms wrapped around my neck, our legs entwined together. You can feel me harden in my pants every time we do this, and I can tell your arousal is as strong.
I pull you to me and kiss you passionately. Our tongues swirl around each other, doing their own dance, and my hands go from your hair, down your back to your ass, even your thigh just below the skirt, feeling your stocking-clad leg, before moving back up. Our bodies push against each other during the kiss, and you can feel me getting stiffer and thicker. After we break for some air, you look in my eyes with a wild look, as if to say, "Wow...." I smile at you, as you know I love when you get that look.
We agree we need a break and leave the dance floor. I get us another pair of drinks while you go to the bathroom. When you return, you have a very impish look. I ask you what you are up to. "I have something for you" is your reply, and I feel your hand slip into the pocket of my jacket, and then slide back out. I raise my hand to feel what you left there, but you stop me. "Not yet" you say, "Let's do some more dancing."
This time you lead me to the back of the dance floor. As soon as we start dancing, we almost throw our bodies at each other and start dancing, writhing against each other, almost fucking in our clothes. My leg slips between yours and you straddle it, riding it, as we both know you want to do to me.
After some time of doing this, I hear you yell into my ear, "Now feel what I put into your back pocket." I reach behind me, and slowly pull out your wet, lacy thong. You look at me like a vixen about to pounce, and tell me "I'm so wet that I couldn't put it back on, it was soaked. But I didn't want to throw it away. So I made it a gift to you." I stuff it back into my pocket, and smile at you in wonder at your brazen sexuality.
I take your head in my hand, and pull you to me. I kiss you hard, showing you how much I love you and how you make me want you more every day. You can feel my cock, totally hard, throbbing against your body, knowing that only the thin layers of silk and leather on each of our bodies is keeping us from doing it right there. My leg, still between yours, moves up till it touches your body. You moan and sag against me as you feel my leg on your wet pussy and clit. As I move my leg back, I can see your juices on my pant leg.
I put an arm around your body and spin you around so your back is to me, then pull you to me. You arch your back, grinding your ass against my crotch. My hands roam up and down your body, from your legs, running up the stockings, lifting the skirt slightly before letting go, to your hips, where they pull you onto me harder. Then they move up your body to your breasts, cupping them, caressing them under the silk, rubbing the erect nipples. I start kissing your neck again. Our eyes both close, we lose ourselves in the moment. Your hand moves behind you and rubs my cock through my pants when there is room.
Just then, as if by cue, our favorite song for dancing like this comes on: Closer, by Nine Inch Nails.
Our bodies change tempo to the hard, pounding, lustful beat of the song. My hard dick strains to get out of the tight confines of the leather pants and into you. You close you eyes again and arch your back, as though trying to get me into you. My hands go up to your breasts again. I cup them, hold them, and caress them. I rub the nipples through the silk, making them swell and ache. I pinch them softly at first, then a bit harder. You moan softly. I can't hear it in the loud club over the pounding music, but I could feel it move through you.