We go dancing together at a pub in a hotel. She's wearing a skimpy pink dress. She likes pastel colours that make her look like an innocent angel. Me, I'm wearing something black pants and black halter neck. He sits at the bar quietly sipping his drink. He doesn't like dancing much.
The music begins so the two of us start grooving on the dance floor. Some songs just turn you on. We're not shy with each other, we've been friends for a decade. We start with light flirting, pulling close then away as we dance with each other, oblivious to all others. She's smiling at me and I'm smiling back at her and from a corner of my eyes, I know he's watching both of us.
Our bodies barely touch and flits away for a few songs. After a while, the smoke and flashing lights start getting into me. I get bolder as she continues to flirts with me and everyone else on the floor.
I put my arms around her waist and we gyrate hotly to the music. Closer and closer we sway, till my pussy mound is pressing against her ass cheeks. I almost moan. She tilts her head back and smiling, says something to me. I can't hear her. I lean forward to catch her words while my palms slide down her hands to cup her breasts. I can feel her sharp intake of breath. Her eyes open wide, staring at me.
To the beat of the music, I swing her round to face me and pulls her against me. She can't resist as I hold her tightly and viciously against me like a man. We're still dancing, but this time, my crotch is grinding hard against hers. My breasts are pressed hard against hers. I don't know... are those two hard peaks I'm feeling through my own soft flesh? My fingers entwine in her hair and I pull her head back to kiss her lips. It tastes soft and yielding, different from a man.
My hands slide down her ass as my lips trail down her throat. She's mine. My eyes lift to meet his. She's mine and I'd give her to him.