Next installment: Dancing with a new attitude.
Not knowing where to go dancing created a quandary. After much discussion we agreed some of the hotels had live music in the upscale lounges. No way to avoid lounges with the alcohol and smoke if we are gonna dance.
On the way to a place to dance we chatted about our night so far. I shared my deep appreciation of your new willingness to do things that you think turn me on. The way you dressed, the fact that you had shaved your own cunt, the no bra look that allowed you nipples to be kept erect at all time, the slow entrances and exits from the car for the valet guys viewing pleasure, the way you sit in the car now with you cunt exposed to me at all times, and the fact that I can make suggestions without you getting your feelings hurt (Especially the dancing and hugging part. I'm getting a real hard-on just writing this.) You share the fact that you are really enjoying showing off and strutting your stuff just because you can. You, also, share that you are on the verge of an anxiety attack with anticipation wondering what I will ask you to do and what you might just jump up and do to keep working on turning me on. Actually a wonderful conversation throughout.
When we pull up to the Holiday Inn on 410 to go to the Frog Lounge (not sure of the actual name) I use the valet parking more than willing to pay for valet parking if it might allow you another opportunity to continue practice your new found, exhibitionist behaviors. Under the brightly lighted foyer the young man opening you door seems to be one to understand the perks of his job specifically the chance to see some erotic behavior while assisting women in and out of vehicles. I stay seated under the steering wheel long enough to watch whatever show you might put on. The young man opened your door standing back looking right into the door opening. You look at me with the biggest mischievous grin I have ever seen. Your dress is already bunched in your lap from having been showing me your pussy while driving over here, so you turn in the seat with out pulling the hem down at all. Sliding to the edge of the seat and placing you right foot on the cobblestone drive leaving your left foot inside the Blazer on the floor board providing a completely open view of your cunt for the young man to enjoy. Then stop, turn your head back over your left shoulder and ask, "I this kind of what you had in mind?"
I reply, " Without a doubt! You are becoming such a wonderful slut."
The young man stepped closer all the time with his eyes locked on now really moist cunt, took your hand to help you out of the Blazer. You looked up catching his eyes locked on your sex and coyly coo a sexy "Thank you." Once standing you make an issue of slowly, oh so slowly, pulling your hem line down below your cunt line. As you walk away toward the entrance the young man looks at me smiles and again I get an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Once in the lounge where to sit became an issue up for and worthy of debate. The issue was what did we want to accomplish that would be affected by where and how we sat. The dance floor was in the middle of the room. Directly across from the entrance was the bar just full of singles mixing and mingling. To our right is a raised area with table and chairs with a rail separating it from the dance floor. Other seating areas were to the left and right of the dance floor and bar. I suggested we take one of the small tables along the rail on the raised portion of the table area. This raised section overlooked the dance floor and was close to the rail opening to allow easy access to the dance floor. That, you said, was fine with you. The waiter took our coke order and we settled in.
The crowd was the usual bunch for a hotel lounge. Some couples, some tables with just women, some with just men and numerous single (Or men without wives, dates or women to be with.) men and women. Rather an upgrade looking bunch. Mostly suits and sport coats no tee shirts or jeans. The women were dressed in outfits ranging from professional business suits to outfits similar to yours, which were designed to attract attention. Classically slutty if I do say so myself.
I leaned over and put my finger in the front of your dress and pulled it out and looked at your nipples. Your breathing became more rapid and to my thrill you said or did nothing to discourage my forward behavior. The guys at the next table picked up on my action and became very interested. I smiled at them when I released your top. They smiled back. I leaned over and ask if you would like to dance. Your reply was, "Of course!". I reminded you of the new rules for hugging and dancing. You just smile, take my hand and lead me out on the dance floor. The guys at the next table are very attentive of your legs and jiggling breast as we pass by their table on our way to the dance floor. You pull me around the rail to a spot directly in front of the table of guys. You pull me to you and whisper in my ear, "I thought since we have an audience we should continue to give them a good show."
My response was a huge smile with the question, "Just what do you mean by a good show?"
With a shaky voice you say, "I'm not exactly sure yet, are you."
Dancing fast for the first few songs you kept their attention as well as mine, touching your hips and legs, dragging the hem of dress up a little as you pulled your hands up your thighs. Backing into me rubbing your beautiful ass against my crotch and I was actually getting an erection. Finally a slow song came on.
I ask, "Are you ready for this?
With out saying a word you slink over to me put both you hands on my hips and push your cunt against my dick. The guys at the table were all eyes. You move your hands up and around my neck and your body melts against mine. I raise my arms and kiss you deeply. Our tongues duel to get into each others mouths. Slowly I bring my hands down your side until they slip over your breasts. I take you nipples in my thumb and forefinger and roll them until they are hard as rocks, again. I move my hands down to your hips as we sway to the music. I slide your hips a little to the right until my right leg is dancing between your thighs. As I continue to pull you to me your hemline begins to work its way up to allow my pant leg to come in direct contact with you now juicy pussy. As we dance I dip you in such a way that you cunt is rubbing on my upper thigh. After a while I no longer have to move your hips with my hands. You are working on an orgasm and don't really need my help. So I slide my hands around and cup you barely covered ass. The back of your dress is up to where everyone can see the top of you thigh high stockings but not your ass. We dance this way until the end of the song. You don't want to stop but I pull you off the dance floor. As we separate you slowly pull your dress down and brush your front caressing your breasts as you go down.
The guys at the table are spell bound.
"Well, if you are not gonna dance with me, I'm going to the bathroom."
