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.