Tonight you're taking me clubbing...
I see you across the club through the dark and the smoke and the flaring lights. You're wearing a set of faded blue jeans and a T-shirt you've got tucked into your jeans. Your shirt is perhaps a little bit tighter than is practical, meant more to show off your fabulous breasts. I glimpse some fine cleavage as one of the dance lights flickers across your chest. I start working my way across the crowded dance floor to where you're dancing alone while waiting for me to show up. You see me in my tight black denims with my silk shirt and crook your finger to tell me to come over to you. Hey, you hardly have to tell me twice... I'm soooooo eager to be there where you are.
I meet you on the dance floor, bending forward to kiss the right side of your neck for a few moments as a greeting in all the noise. Then I start moving with you as I back off. Your hips swing as the music gets louder. The DJ is wrapping up Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" and is working on something techno with a pulse-racing fast beat to it. You work your hips and slide your shoulders across my chest on your closer swings. I pump my hips, mimicking what I could be doing to you, and swirl my hands this way and that in eldritch designs as I stare into your eyes. This time as you get closer, my hands snake across your hips just above the top of your jeans in a way that seems accidental to you...if only you didn't know me better...
You close your eyes for a moment as you writhe, feeling the music and letting yourself totally get into it. While you're pumping and thrusting your hips, I step forward to get my thigh in between both of yours. The zipper of your jeans bumps against my thigh a couple of times before the sudden shock that runs through you makes your eyes flick open again. You have an embarrassed grin on your face and my lips move into a seductive smile marked with a gaze that asks, "Would you like to?" You cock an eyebrow at me and start dancing again, closer this time. The song changes once again, this time it's a Van Halen, hard and fast, and you get into the groove while I contemplate getting into yours...
Your T-shirt is looking slightly damp from your rapid dancing, and small lines of sweat show under the lights, making your throat and cleaveage sparkle. I can even see a line in your T-shirt that runs down between your ribs. Now you're moving around and I can see your buns held tight in those soft, faded jeans of yours and then your hip is nudging into mine as you start brushing into my body with your movements. I very much enjoy what you're doing and start to do various moves of my own, making caresses all over your body with my hands dancing every bit as much as the rest of my body is doing. My fingers fly teasingly across your breasts and rapidly down the line of sweat beneath them that runs past your navel, a lightning quick movement that makes your eyes suddenly blaze. You're not althogether sure whether I just touched you the way I did or if you were only hoping that I would do that. Then you see the big smirk on my face and quickly decide it wasn't totally a fantasy that time. In a less subtle moment of the dance I quickly grip your buns and pull your crotch up against me, lifting you slightly off the floor for several seconds as we grind the zippers of our jeans together and meet in a brief kiss. I release you, panting, as the song starts to blend into something a little bit slower. During the brief moments that the music is quieter, we hear the sounds of applause from some of the people around us who were watching us dance. We both blush and start making our way off the dance floor with our eyes looking at the floor instead of the other dancers.
You take me through the crowd and into the co-ed washroom that serves the club. There are about two dozen stalls in here and you pull me behind you into one of the back stalls. I come willingly...
