I walked into the bar and took in the atmosphere. Whilst early in terms of a night, at ten the place was beginning to fill up and the DJ was getting into his stride pumping out tunes which soon had the small dance floor packed to capacity. The dance floor was full of what appeared to be student types all dressed up to the nines for a night out on cheap beer and good music.
I saw her briefly from my spot by the corner of the bar, I was looking over the railing which ran around the edge of the raised bar area. She had dark hair, shoulder length and what appeared to be a firm body, and her breasts were pert straining against the tight black top she wore. It was one of those sheer types that showed me she was wearing what appeared to be a corset underneath. Her miniskirt was black leather casting a subdued reflection from the lights above. I couldn’t see her legs now, bar a brief glimpse of fishnet, but she was hot and definitely my type.
The music changed and I returned to the bar for a top up. When I turned around I could no longer see her. “Damn,” I thought to myself. She was hot and I’d lost her amongst the throng. Just then I felt a prod in my ribs, I turned around cautiously in case it was some knucklehead who’d drunk too much and was looking to end his night out with some bottle bravado. I was pleasantly surprised when who should it be but the mysterious dancer.
“You were watching me,” she said. Her accent had a slight Irish tinge to it.
“Maybe I was,” I replied playing it coyly with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow. She was even better close up; her corset I could now see was of boned velvet looking material, her eyes blue. Finally I cast my gaze down and I got to see her legs. She was a little shorter than my six feet but then I realised it was her heeled boots that gave her the extra height. They were of the fashion currently en-vogue in England with thin sectioned heels but slightly wider across the section. They gripped her calves accentuating the curves finishing just about knee height with a faux buckle at the top on the outside. “You move well and, if I may be so forward, you look so hot!” In for a penny in for a pound, it wasn’t often I got chance to talk to a girl this hot and I wasn’t going to lose the opportunity.
Her reply was short and full of self-confidence, “I know!”
Wow, I love it when girls are confident and come onto blokes so this was looking like being a great night. “Steve!” she leant forward and whispered “I’m Janet.” We swapped small talk and beers, all the while I was trying to get a quick look at her boots, they were driving me wild as she bobbed her feet up and down as we talked. It soon got around to that time of the night when the music went slow and the dance floor filled up with couples for a last dance before heading home.
We moved onto the dance floor and slept into the nearest gap we could find and began to dance. Her hands were on my hips, and mine on hers. Gradually we got closer and our hands began to wander, it was at this point I found out she was wearing suspenders as I felt the catch on the side of her leg. She by now was nuzzling my neck and grinding against me. We parted our heads and brought them back together locking lips before we opened our seal allowing our tongues to meet and explore each other’s mouths.
We held each other close on the way out and she asked if I was ready for the night to end or fancied moving on elsewhere. “Sure, why not.” I hadn’t got her number yet and there was no way I was going to lose a girl like this. We dived into the nearest cab and she leant over to the driver and told him where to go. I didn’t hear where she said but she sat back next to me on the bench seat and nuzzled her head next to mine. Her leg came over mine and started rubbing subtly up the inside of my calf through the soft leather of her boot. We kissed my tongue running around the edges of her lips and teeth.
