As soon as I see her across the room, I know I have to have her. She is just leaning against a back wall, nursing a beer, and idly watching a game of pool, but there is something so incredibly sexy about her casual aloofness. It does not hurt that she has on a pair of short shorts that show off long, tanned legs and a tank top that displays her equally lean, tanned arms. She is gorgeous. Long hair, beautiful eyes, and soft curves; the embodiment of everything I love about women. Not even the dim lights of the bar can prevent her beauty from shining through. I envy the beer bottle she puts to her lips as she takes a drink. I want to feel those lips on mine. I want to taste them, tease them, bite them, suck them. Anything, so long as I can have them pressed against me. The mere thought of kissing her has me soaking wet and achingly aroused.
Realizing that I have probably been staring for longer than was appropriate, I turn back to my friends at the bar. But as I attempt to keep up my end of the conversation, my attention keeps turning back to her. Every time another girl approaches her, I hold my breath. I am jealous of their courage. I feel inadequate in my jeans and t-shirt with my short, messy, dark hair. When she turns each girl down, my heart soars and my anxiety rises. If she turned down all of them, what chance do I have?
With shaking hands, a pounding heart, and shallow breaths, I finally work up the courage (aided in part by a few beers) to make my way across the room. Halfway there, she looks up and locks eyes with me. It feels like electricity scorching through my body. I stop walking for a heartbeat and she lifts the corner of her mouth in a half smile. It was then that I knew she was aware of what she is doing to me. There is nothing more dangerous than a beautiful woman who knows the effect she has on others. There is also nothing sexier.
Now that I am standing in front of her, I am at a loss for words. I like to think of myself as pretty smooth and self-confident when it comes to flirting with women, but, apparently, that version of me was gone tonight. Stripped away by killer eyes and an alluring smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" Fuck. That was original. Why didn't I think of something to say when I was across the room gawking? She smiles again and lifts her full beer so I can see it. Shit. Well, I can see this is not going to work. "Oh, okay. Have a good night."
As I turn around to sulk back to the bar, I hear a chuckle and then she grabs my arm. "Wait a minute." My heart starts hammering in my chest once again. I turn back to face her. "Yeah?" What the hell? I swear my brain has stopped working. I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself further.
"How about a dance?" Wait a minute, what? Did this goddess just ask me to dance? Why didn't I think of that question? She cocks her head to the side and all I can think about is how much I want to run my tongue along her neck. I want to taste her sweat and her skin. Her eyebrows raise and I realize she is still waiting for me to answer the question. Smooth. I have been standing here gawping at her for at least 30 seconds without saying anything. She probably thinks I am a little daft by now. Finally, I manage to engage my brain long enough to choke out a mumbled, "Yes." She grabs my arm and leads us towards the dance floor.
Women pack the floor but we manage to squeeze in. The crowded floor forces us to dance close together, but I am not complaining. She is nearly the same height as I am and, as we come together, I can feel her breasts pushing into mine. Instantly, my nipples are rock hard, almost to the point of pain. She puts her arms around my shoulders and I put my hands on her waist. My previous nervousness fades as we start dancing. She pulls our hips together and I am reminded of how aroused I am as the seam of my jeans rubs against my swollen clit. I rub my thumb along the small gap between her tank top and shorts. She leans into me and I can feel her lips brush against my ear. My entire body shivers and I can feel goose bumps rise on my skin. "I saw you watching me. I've been waiting for you to make a move all night."
As her breath washes over the sensitive skin of my ear, I am afraid my legs are going to give out. She does not seem to notice and leans into me once again. "The way you were looking at me made me so hot I almost had to go to the bathroom to take care of myself, but I didn't. You know why?" She leans back and our eyes once again lock.
I respond, my voice husky with arousal, "Why?"