Gerry grins at L.A. and asks her to dance, she smiles, accepts and takes his hand. He maneuvers them to the middle of the crowded dance floor and the first song is a fast one. L.A. can see Gerry's eyes are surveying her body, and she is enjoying the attention, smiling at him demurely as she moves her body more seductively, accenting her bust and hips. She has a chance to give him a second lookover also and she still likes his hot firm body, nice broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, little rounded butt, good dresser, moves well on the dance floor.
Gerry is also taking inventory of his dance partner, and he likes what he sees very much, enjoying the lovely swell of breasts in the deep opening of the dress, the prominent nipples making distinct little mountains in the thin material. He watches her move, how the dark band at the top of her stockings shows when she raises her arms over her head, how the roundness of her mound shows when her dress is stretched taut across her groin. The next song is one they can two step to and Gerry gathers her into his arms, holding her very close. He guides her with his hands and body very naturally and she tells him so. He replies it is such a delight to dance with the most attractive woman in the club. As he is speaking his hand on her back has moved down to settle for a moment at the top of her butt, close to pushing his luck she thinks, but she is supposed to be flirting with him so decides to let him get away with it. As he is a good dancer she can now concentrate on how his body is pressed against her from shoulder to groin.
Gerry is enjoying her sexy body molding more against his as she becomes more comfortable. He tries to capture her attention with conversation while his hand explores her body a little, and she seems comfortable with him brushing along the curve of her ass. The song ends and Gerry asks if they can stay for one more and she agrees. It is a slow song and they mold back together, both of them very aware of how close they are. Gerry's hand glides across her bottom once again, a little lower this time and then he laughs, looking down at her.
"You are not wearing any underwear are you my little minx?"
L.A. flushes a little, now she knows his hands were looking for the waistband of her panties, and giggles up to him.
"Not a stitch."
His hands both drop and caress her bottom for just a second as he tells her just how sexy that is. She was about to say Pete likes her without but then changed her mind, let's flirt a little she thought.
"I was hoping I would be with you tonight." she whispered coyly. She moved her hands down each of his hips and teased back, asking if he was wearing any underwear. Gerry admitted he was and L.A. pouted for a moment.
"That's not very sexy."
The song ended and they made their way back to the table, and once they were seated L.A. leaned forward to Gerry and gave him a small kiss on the lips, thanking him for the dance, letting Pete know she was flirting as ordered. Pete was sitting back a little, his hand rubbing her back as she told him what a good dancer Gerry was. Gerry pulled his chair in closer to her so they were both facing each other, giving him a perfect view of her entire body. He noticed she was being quite careful bending over to speak with him and spent a great deal of time tugging at her skirt, for all the good it did.
L.A. felt secure and comfortable with Pete's hand on her back as she faced Gerry, but remembered how careful she should be in this dress. Pete also noticed how her dress was distracting her and asked her to dance with him. They moved out onto the floor and he asked her how things were going. She laughed and told him Gerry already knew she was naked under her dress,then explained how he couldn't find the waistband of any panties.
"Is that why you are so nervous sitting back at the table?" Pete asked, and L.A. said probably a little.
"I think it's really hot that he knows your nude underneath, it's going to make him that much more attentive, and that's what you want, but all of us are being distracted by you covering your breasts when you bend over or your constant tugging at your skirt." He gave her a little kiss and told her he didn't want her to hide anything, in fact he would think it was very very sexy if Gerry did see more of her.
"You know how sexy your big brown nipples look, would you mind really if Gerry saw just how sexy they are too?"
" I'll need more champagne to do that." she whispered and Pete laughed and gave her a squeeze.
"I'm not saying you are going to pull your dress wide like the girls do for beads, but if you bend over and he gets a quick look at your breasts I think all of us would think that was very sexy, very hot, and I think all of us want this evening to be very hot." L.A.. nodded, she had heard variations of this story a hundred times, but had never really had such a hunky candidate to flirt with.
They move back to the table and Gerry is just finishing filling their glasses with more champagne. L.A. takes a long sip and relaxes into Pete's hand once again on her back. The three of them are discussing blues groups and as Gerry talks L.A. can feel herself being drawn to him, turning more of her back to Pete as she focuses more on Gerry, and she quickly turns to Pete and gives him a wink as she bends forward towards Gerry to ask for a refill for her drink, noticing how his eyes dropped for a moment to her breasts, then came back to her eyes with approval in them, he had certainly enjoyed whatever he had seen. She could feel her body flush with excitement as she realized she was going to show him more if that lustful look remained in his dark eyes. Pete gave her a little pat of encouragement on her first dip, and would again each time she went a little further.
Gerry was enjoying the views he was getting as L.A. fell further under his spell and lost her inhibitions to the champagne. He made sure to be very attentive to her conversations and needs and to show his approval of her flirting ways with his eyes and mannerisms. It was almost like she was daring him to look down the front of her dress, wanted him to, and of course he did, or to look at her gorgeous legs, the black band of her stockings on display all of the time now, she seemed as if she just got tired of tugging at it all the time. He needed and wanted to touch her, so asked her to dance again.
She smiled, yes, she wanted to be with him again and let her legs part for a moment as she stood, noting the look of satisfaction on Gerry's face. She blew Pete a kiss and he gave her a thumbs up as she moved to the dance floor. The song was slow and they molded together, her arms up over his shoulders leaving her body open to his hands, and he grazed them quickly over her butt then leaned back from her a little to ask about her pendant. She smiled, remembering how he had copped a feel with her beads, and told him it was a black pearl matched to her earrings.
"It's stunning" he said and she told him he could look at it if he wanted. He grinned a little as his hand moved between her breasts to the pendant, but did not pull it out to look at it, instead let it rest in his open palm as the back of his hand moved slowly, touching her breasts. He told her how beautiful it was and how nice it looked lodged so deep in her cleavage. She giggled at such a corny line then answered him.
"Your hand looks pretty nice lodged deep in my cleavage also."
She was pressed very close to his groin as they both were leaning back for this conversation and she could feel his cock move as she spoke. He sighed softly and let the pearl drop, his fingers tracing the exposed curve of her breast for a moment. and moved to kiss her, and she pressed her lips to his for a long moment but did not surrender to his probing tongue. Her body was tingling with the thought of his hand on her breast and she could feel how hard her nipples were becoming. His hands dropped back down to her hips and pulled her close to him, and she let her body mold even more against him, and she could sense the presence of his cock starting to thicken. They needed to cool off a little so it was time to go back to the table.
Part 2
Pete watches as the two of them walk off the dance floor towards him, both of them are obviously flushed, L.A.'s nipples are hard as stones pushing into the thin material of her top and Gerry has a hard on he is trying to hide. He smiles at them, pleased to see they are getting along so well, but wondering why they are coming back to the table. He steps up to L.A. and asks if she is ready to dance a little more and she smiles and lets him lead her back to the floor. They dance quietly for a second but he can wait no longer.
"Whats going on?" he asks as he gives her a quick twirl.
"We were just moving too fast." she whispered quietly, then continued to answer his questioning look. "He was trying to feel me up and kiss me."
"What was he trying to feel up honey?" he asked, and she moved her breasts against his body. "So was he rough when he tried to feel up your boobs?"
She shook her head no and he smiled and kissed her softly, then whispered in her ear.
