A stranger comes up to you, asks you to dance and offers his hand. You take it in yours, jump off the stool and head to the dance floor. On the floor, the music changes to a deep rhythmic salsa beat that encourages you to lift your arms over your head as you sway your hips. Your long hair falls down over shoulders, hides your face. Your partner steps behind you, puts his hands on your hips, matches the thrusts of your hips with his. He rests his head on your shoulder and nuzzles your neck under your fallen tresses. You respond to his touch, push back into him, find him erect and nestle him between the cleft of your ass. You throw your head back, take his hands in yours and move them from your hips upwards so four hands cup your breasts, feeling the hard points of your nipples as they strain against your red dress.
You lean back further and I see your lips brush against his ear as you speak to him. All he does is nod his agreement and you take one of his hands in yours and start to walk to the rear of the club. As he follows you he glances over to the end of the bar and catches of the eye of another man standing there and nods his head. The second stranger sets his drink on the bar and starts to follow as you disappear past the curtains into the back lounge. As soon as he parts the curtains I set my glass down and walk across the dance floor, eager to see what is going on.
The room past the curtains was just as dimly lit as the dance floor. Only this room's floor had a series of couches, divans, daybeds and most of them were occupied despite the early time of the evening.
I had just cleared the curtain in time to see you lower yourself onto a low divan. Your dress has ridden up your legs showing shapely inner thighs and hinting at the fact that you were not wearing any panties.
Your two suitors take position in front of you, looking down on you as you lean back on the divan. I see the soft smile on you face as you look up at them and your hands reach up and tug the opening of your dress apart, revealing a soft lavender bra, cupping your breasts in soft purple lace. Eyes still searching upwards, you reach up between your trapped breasts, undo the single clasp, setting them free. Your nipples are just a shade or two darker than the delicate colouring of your breasts and they are starting to darken rapidly as they start to crinkle and tighten. You lean backwards, putting your arms behind you so you can rest on your palms and this offers your breasts up to your audience. Enticed by this offering both of them reach down and take a nipple in their fingers, tug on them, twist them and I see them respond their to their touch.
A soft moan escapes your lips as you lean your head back, letting your hair fall over your shoulders, hang from the nape of your neck. Your eyes close as you enjoy the tugging and pulling of your nipples, the small jiggles of your breasts as they are cupped, held and squeezed.
Opening your eyes, you see your two suitors have released their erections from their pants. Both of them, aroused, uncircumcised, bobbing up and down, aimed at you.
Leaning back into the cushions you reach up, take a hard cock in each of your hands. They are both large enough that your fingers hardly wrap around their warm, hard stiffness. You shift you grip to the very tip of their cocks and squeeze the bulbous tips hidden under the skin caps. Your fingernails trail down the shafts, to their balls, nestled in dark thatches of hair. Heavy balls in each of your hands. Four of them full, warm and heavy. Your hands retrace their path upwards along their engorged cocks, until you reach the tips, then squeezing gently, you roll the foreskins back seeing the swollen purple crowns. Having exposed the tender tips, you wrap your hands just below the lip and start a slow rhythmic short stroke, caressing the underside lip of the head. The cock heads swell to gigantic proportions.
In appreciation, they renew their attentions to your breasts, squeezing, tugging, pulling, twisting and your nipples respond in kind. Now they are dark, dark red tips on the ends of your breasts. Punctuation points on the ends of your now puffy areolas. Contrasting against the paler skin of your breasts, framed by the pulled open bodice of your red dress, resting on the discarded lace cups of your lavender bra.
