This is a little story, which came to me a couple of nights ago. I hope you enjoy it!
It could happen at the club in the lounge areas or perhaps on the dance floor.
You're wearing a form-fitting top, which reveals your beautiful breasts and the right amount of cleavage. Of course, you're wearing a short skirt with a healthy slit on the side, showing most of one thigh but stopping just short of showing everything. The finishing touch would be a pair of heels.
I am wearing a black dress shirt, leather pants and a pair of black cowboy boots. We're sitting at a table in a small group. Dancing occasionally and talking with the others at the table. I am sitting next to you with my hand on your exposed thigh. My fingers reach in to massage your inner thigh. Since you are not wearing panties, part of me wants to tease you and slip a finger inside you. I am craving a fingerful of your juices but I decide to stop short of touching your most sensitive area.
To show your appreciation you are rubbing the back of my neck with your hand.
As we are sitting watching all the action, there is a lady sitting at another table. She is talking with some friends and from time to time she gets up to dance. She is wearing a form fitting white pantsuit. It is very business-like except for the plunging neckline of the jacket, which stops midway exposing the top of her red satin bra. The red is continued in her earrings and smooth leather high heel pumps. I can only describe her as a sort of Barbara Carrera; dark hair, small round perky breasts, and soft curvy features.
We talk about her; how pretty and sensual she looks. A combination of talking and my massaging fingers is causing you to get more and more excited. I start to hear your stomach growl.
You tell me," I haven't had any dinner tonight."
I ask you to slow dance. I place my hands on your ass pulling you towards me. I am sure you can feel my hard on through my leather pants. I feel constricted and turned on imagining my tongue where my fingers were moments ago. I think about you pulling my pants down far enough so you can lick the tip of my swollen head, encircling it several times before you pop it into your mouth sucking hard on the shaft. As the song ends I bring myself back to the present. By the hungry look on your face I almost expect you to pull me away to a private room but we sit back down instead.
I decide to get up walking over to the women in white. I introduce myself to her and ask her to join us. She agrees and walks with me to the table. She sits down on your side of the table allowing you a close up view of her. We introduce each other and make small talk as she discreetly watches my hand return to your thigh. After several minutes you get up to talk to someone and I ask her a question.
When you get back she smiles at you and gets up to go.
I grab your hand and begin to follow her.
With a surprised look you ask me "What's going on?"
I explain that she has agreed to strip nude for us.
I see an exciting look grow on your face as we follow her up the stairs. I watch as the tight white pants rise up the stairs in front of us.
She turns and smiles demurely as she reaches the second floor and enters an unoccupied room.
We follow her into the room. I close the door and I sit down on the bed with my back against the wall as you sit between my legs and lean against me.