This story is purely fictional in nature. This is the second chapter. Thanks to everyone who has written feedback and comments!
There was something about a man's fists wrapped around my hair, desperate and aching as he urged his cock further down my throat that caused white hot heat to pulsate between my thighs. As I headed for the bar, I absently touched my tousled chocolate colored curls, remembering the hungry grasps of the two male hands in the bathroom, just moments before.
I needed something refreshing to drink and time to both collect myself and to watch the red head moving like a sleek feline on the dance floor.
The liquid went down smoothly, cold in my mouth and warm in my belly. I stood facing the dance floor, one arm draped across the brass bar cloudy with hundred of fingerprints. It was difficult not to spot her and she had caught my eye immediately.
Danny had known which woman would have captured my fancy. The one I would have wanted to be with for my first time. He knew me so completely, it often scared me.
Her hair was the color of burgundy, so rich and deep, I longed to touch it, to lose my fingers in her long ringlets. She looked the epitome of femininity- soft curves, long, sleek legs and slender ankles that I found myself imagining wrapped around my neck.
I watched as her hips rolled in a sexy figure eight movement, wrists crossed and lifted above her head as she turned in slow circles, dancing around the grey haired suit who kept one arm possessively around her waist.
"Would you like to dance?"
My reverie was interrupted by a pleasant looking guy with thick jet black hair slicked back high on his head. I shrugged in agreement and allowed him to lead me onto the floor, if nothing else but to be closer to the red haired raven. I still hadn't decided if I would do it, if she was approachable.
The floor had become more crowded since I was last on it, the evening having gotten later. I lost track of how long we danced for, as the songs became more sensual in rhythm. Partners no longer seemed to matter, people dancing with whomever they were next to, bodies touching, clinging, coming apart, and moving. I was lost to the erotic sensations of being fondled and grasped by strangers, my body temperature high as I pressed myself against whoever was closest to me.
I soon found myself next to her.
She was even more stunning up close. Her complexion was fair, creamy, smooth; mauve colored lips and a glow on her cheeks that made her look ethereal. I licked my lips, thirsty to taste what was beneath the dress of gossamer that hugged every curve, leaving little to the imagination.
I was facing her, my eyes closed momentarily, lost in the sensation of strange hands that had wrapped around my hips from behind me, caressing the naked flesh of my stomach above my skirt. They pushed downward, moving with my body, pulling me into hardness.
He grinded himself into me, and I felt his hardness slide against my ass. I reached back and pulled his hips further into me as his warm hands slid under my shirt and against my nipples, pulling on them through my blouse.
Emerald eyes met my own when I opened them. They traveled down my body and back up, stopping at my nipples for a long moment before again meeting my eyes. Lust flashed between us.
She began to mimic my moves, pressing her ass into the attractive black man who had replaced her grey haired partner. She took his hands, brought them to her chest, to rest on her nipples. He needed no further instruction and began to caress them. Stiff points poked through her gauze dress. I licked my lips. She licked hers, her tongue slowly traveling the fullness of her plump mouth. Our hips moved in time to the music, to each other.
Fire blazed...the air electric between us. I moved my hands down my hips, and up over my tummy...up to my breasts, covering the hands that were on my nipples and then down to run lightly over my pussy. My mirror imitated me. I could see how turned on she was getting, her eyes turning into small slits as she lost herself in the music and in our mutual movements.
I turned, facing my partner, the stiff edge of him pressing into my stomach. I inched us closer to her until we were just touching, my ass pressed into her body. I could feel my skin prickle with excitement. I kept dancing, my legs parted and straddling the thigh in front of me, my hips rolling back and forth, moving against her on each down stroke. I waited for her touch.
When it came, I closed my eyes, my insides fluttering. She had pressed herself into my body, her breasts firm between my shoulders, her stomach against my back, her pelvis burning my buttocks.
We were sandwiched between the two men, but her body was the only one I was conscious of. Her hands came tentatively to my hips and I covered them with my own palms, squeezing them slightly as I ground my backside into her pussy. I wondered what she would feel like, if she was as wet as I already was.
She pushed herself into me, pressing her mound hard in small circles. I felt her breath on my neck and I turned my head slightly toward her. Our lips were only inches apart.
I wrapped my fingers into hers and brought them to my stomach, so her arms were circling my body, hugging me. She squeezed me tighter and I moved her hands higher to my chest. She grasped the full globes and I heard her gasp in my ear as she felt the points of my nipples. I reached behind me and between us, finding her firm ass and pulled her even closer, keeping my hand there as we danced. I could feel her breasts shift inside her dress as she moved, pert points pressing into my shoulders.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered to her.
She moaned, "So are you."
I turned then to face her, taking her hips in my hands and drawing her close as I pressed my knee between her legs, lifting her dress slightly. She gasped as my thigh made contact with her pussy. I could feel hair tickle my bare skin and I realized she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Fuck," I said under my breath excitedly. I pushed her down further onto my leg.
Our eyes met and locked. Everything else around us seemed to stop- it was just her and I on the dance floor.
She was riding my leg in time to the music. Her pussy was wet, juices squishing down my leg, her clit a hard pebble pressed into my flesh. I lifted my hands up and dragged them slowly up the sides of her body until I found her breasts, small, firm melons, ripe to my touch. I kneaded them gently; my thumb and forefinger circling puckered nipples. I heard her gasp and felt her tremble.
My mouth found her neck, placing soft kisses that barely grazed her deliciously scented flesh.
"More," she breathed into my hair.
Harder, my lips pressed against her neck. My tongue soon followed- the tip hard and pointed, circling her delicate skin.
She mewled, a sound that made my belly flutter and pussy twinge.
I pressed the palm of my hand against her breast, rolling it against her nipples. She writhed beneath my touch, impaling herself harder against my leg.
I wanted to ravage her right there, taste the sweet nectar between her thighs. A need that had been held dormant was overcoming me. It was a ferocious need...the satisfaction of what I was doing taking over any remnants of previous inhibitions.
I thought of Danny and hoped he could see us. He would enjoy seeing me seducing her...watching my lust intensify to the point of complete abandon.
Her own ecstasy rivaled mine as she threw her head back and brought my hand down between her legs, pressing it into the flimsy fabric covering her mound. Together, we massaged her cleft, pushing between her vaginal folds until she lurched against me and I knew I found her center.
"Tell me your name," I said, my cheek pressed against hers.
