I saw her across the bar. Every time I would look her way she would smile and shrug one shoulder. I would smile back but I waited. I always wait for them to come to me. I got up, finished my drink and headed to the dance floor. The song was fast paced, I found the timing and started to move. My body flowing with the song. I allow my hands to do as they please, go where they want. I allow my hips to do the same, moving with the music. I watch her. She watches me. People on the dance floor come up to me; they move behind me, in front of me, but I move slightly away. I don't dance with people. I dance alone. I want her to watch. I want her to want it.
When the song is over I find a spot to sit at the bar, order another drink and wait. I see her; she's moving closer. When she arrives, I turn to face her, spreading my legs slightly so she can step her body in between. I smile at her; she makes small talk. I answer her questions, respond appropriately, making her feel safe. But I'm bored. I touch her, bringing my hand up to her face, petting her cheek, her neck, smoothing her hair out of her face. Her eyes close at my touch. I venture my hand down, running it along her shoulder, her arm, grazing her smaller breast with my thumb. I can't hear her but I see her gasp as I move my thumb across her nipple. I move my lips to her ear, "do you like me?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to leave with me?"
She nods and presses herself against my body. I run my hand down her back, to her ass and give it a squeeze. I feel her breathe in deep. I pull back and stand up, holding her hand I lead her out of the bar.
In the car, I play with her. I need her ready. I run my hand along her inner thigh, up her dress, I touch her panties. She gasps each time; her hips thrusting closer to me with each move of my hand. I look up and see the driver watching us in the mirror. I smile, making eye contact with him as I graze my thumb along her, feeling her panties wet, feeling her want for me.
In the house, she comes to me quickly. Her lips press against mine; her tongue dancing; her hands feel my body, kneading my breasts, moving along my womanhood, finding what she wants. I push her back and lead her to the bedroom. She stands by the bed as I come to her. Undressing her slowly, feeling every inch of her skin with my fingertips, dropping to my knees, kissing her belly, moving my lips down, hearing her moan as I get closer to what she wants. I kiss her thighs, and come back up, taking one hard nipple into my mouth, I stare at her as I flick my tongue across her nipple, listening to her sounds. My hand moves between her legs; she spreads them more. I play around her, never touching the spots that she wants, not yet, it's not time. She moans, and trembles, she whispers, "Please." I bring my fingers to her lips and wet them with her juices. Standing up, I kiss her and lay her down on the bed.
I lay atop of her; she tries to spread her legs but I keep them closed with mine and whisper in her ear, "not yet, Love." My own desire is growing; I moan as her lips find mine again.
I move, kissing and licking her breasts, my tongue playing with her nipples, my lips playing on her belly, down to her thighs, I spread her legs. She moans as I kiss the crevices between her thighs and womanhood. My tongue playing on the lips. Her hips pull up. I run my tongue along her, finding the spot where she wants it the most. She gasps and brings her hands to my head. I swirl my tongue around her, barely touching her. I look up at her and smile; her eyes so needy, "Please." She whispers again. I suck her hard clit into my lips and flick my tongue across it, hard but slow. She moans loudly; her body tensing. Her legs start to shake and I pull back and look at her, "Not yet." She lets out a small, sad moan, I smile.
