We approached the dome from the darkness of the Playa. Alyssa, naked, walked slowly. Every step brought her closer to the full light of the dance floor. A dozen people were standing around one of the entrances of the dome, laughing and cooling off in the night air.
Heads turned when we approached. Nudity was not unknown on the Playa, and there would probably be a few topless women inside the dance dome. But a naked woman walking in from the darkness will always have an impact.
I saw the quick looks, the slow turn of the head to keep Alyssa in view as we walked by. I felt nervous too, as if I was being thrown into the spotlight as well. But of course no one was looking at me. They were staring at Alyssa, at her small proud breast tipped with the thick nipples that betrayed her excitement. They stared at her flat belly that led the eye to the pale patch of fur that crowned her pouty pussy. The watched her tight little ass as we walked by. All eyes were on her. Alyssa tugged at my hand, hesitating, but before she lost her nerve I lead her inside the dome.
Stepping into the dome was like stepping into a different world. The heat and the sound hit you first, making you gasp. And then the lights would strobe, revealing slivers of space and movement. The dome itself was at least forty feet tall, covered in white fabric. At the far end was a large DJ booth, a structure really, with speakers and dance platforms stacked two stories tall. Several platforms were scattered around the dance floor, all covered with dancers jumping to the music.
I wrapped my arms around Alyssa and helped guide her through the crowd towards the DJ booth. We found a slightly clearer space and started dancing. Alyssa, shy at first, kept her head low and held on to my hand. We were surrounded by a tight pack of dancers, which ironically meant greater privacy. Only a couple of guys turned to face Alyssa as she danced naked.
I grabbed her and kissed her, hard. I grabbed her ass with one hand, pulling her to me. My other hand cupped her pussy, feeling the incredibly soft skin of her lips. My fingers found her wet. She tried to squirm away. I released her, keeping my hand on her pussy, pretending to not pay attention to her, as if we were simply dancing next to one another. But I still held her by the crotch.
I curled a finger, parting the wet lips of her pussy. I slid my finger deeper inside of her, hooking her to me, grinding the palm of my hand against her clit. She gasped and held on to my arm. I continued to dance and pretend to pay no attention to her. With each step of my dancing I pulled and finger-fucked her pussy, slapping my palm against her clit. My hand was getting covered in her juices, the wet slap of flesh drowned out by the music.
She was writhing, trying to keep her footing as I drove her closer and closer to climax. A couple of people were staring wide eyed, grinning at the sight. Everyone pretended not to care but they were all watching. Alyssa had stopped moving, holding on to my arm, her hips bucking as she came nearer and nearer to climax.
Suddenly I stopped, pulled my hand out of her pussy and danced away a few feet. I looked at her and grinned, licking her juices off of my finger. She just stood there for a few seconds, trying to get her bearings back. I danced back to her and whisper-yelled in her ear.
"Just dance!" I said.
"I hate you!" she mouthed back.
Then she started dancing, maybe as revenge, maybe simply because her pussy was wet and on fire. She danced like she could fuck the music, her hips snapping up and down. There was no sensual arm movement, no legs artfully stepping. Her feet were planted wide and her hips were thrusting at the air, her tits pushed out, her head thrown high. She took the music like you take a one night stand, fast, rough, with no thought to consequences.
There was a growing ring of people, both men and women, who were watching her, though no one dared to approach her. She was a great dancer, and she seemed fully in her moment, in her body and in her dance. She seemed too wild to reach. Streaks of wetness coated her inner thighs.
I stepped into her space, biting her neck as I grabbed hold of her waist. She looked wild eyed at me, a savage grin on her face.
"You look so fucking sexy right now" I told her.
"Am I your good little slut?" she asked.
"yeah, you're my sexy little slut." I replied hoarsely.
That was a line I knew she just crossed. That was the mental space she wanted to visit, the place where she could finally just let go and express all those desires that had been trapped in her body, her sex. When she called herself a slut, that's when the gloves were off.
I nodded towards the row of platforms that were on either side of the DJ booth, stacked on top of the giant speakers. There were several dancers up there already.
"That's where you should dance." I told her.
She looked at me and licked her lips, as if the idea was a tiny cock slipped into her waiting pussy.
She took my hand and lead me closer to the speakers, looking for a way up. On the side were a set of steel stairs that led up to the dancing platforms. She let go of my hand and ran up the steps, leaving me in front of a speaker, looking up.
The vibrations from the music were making my lungs shake.
Alyssa appeared above me, her ankles at about my head height. I had a view straight up her legs and up her swollen pussy. And so did the rest of the crowd.
She started dancing wildly again, making no attempt to hide her sex, hips swiveling, shaking her ass to the crowd. She kept one hand on her breast and I could clearly see that she was pinching her nipple. I don't think she was even conscious of it.
I stared up, me and about a dozen guys who had crowded closer for a better view. Alyssa crouched low, knees open, her pussy on display. I saw a few jaws drop at the sight. But she kept her eyes on me, staring at me as she danced. She was offering her sex to me. I smiled at her and bit my lip. My cock was thick, my mind overwhelmed. The music beat my innards to jelly. I was so fucking happy.
