A trip to Charlotte to see old friends found me at a very familiar haunt of mine. It's a little club called The Breakfast Club, which plays music and movies from the eighties. We hit the dance floor and began to let my inhibitions fly. One by one, my friends either left the dance floor or left the club with someone. I didn't care. I was lost in the music.
I could feel the beat of it throughout my entire body, and lost myself to it in the middle of the crowded dance floor. All around me, heated bodies swayed, bounced, spun and jumped. Groups of girls in skirts too short and tops too low bobbed their heads and swayed their hips, sipping their pink drinks and giggling. Guys stood off to the side, eyeing the girls, nodding their heads to the music. Couples danced together, in their own little worlds. Seemingly new hook ups got to know each other, hands roaming, hips grinding. As far as I could tell, I was the only one on the dance floor alone. Just the way I liked it. I kept an eye on the people in the room, looking for someone interesting to have fun with. So far no one had caught my eye. Occasionally I would feel hands slide around me from behind, some young man looking to get a little closer. I loved to dance, and dancing close with someone always made me feel good and hot. None of these boys were doing it for me though. No rhythm, tacky moves and grabby hands were not going to turn me on at all. As the song ended and the DJ took a break I headed to the bar, ordering myself a drink and taking it outside. My gang had all gone by this point, leaving me by myself.
The place was packed, but I located a small empty table and sat down to enjoy my drink and watch the crowd. I looked up as two men sat at my table, opposite me. One smiled at me, asking if I minded if I sat there. I shot him my best smile as I looked him over, captivated by his cheeky grin. I told them I didn't mind at all, and he introduced himself as Roger and then his friend, whose name was Mark. I shook both their hands, telling them my name. I expected them to turn away, and was surprised when they struck up a conversation with me.
I took an instant liking to Roger, his easy smile and lean physique pleasing to the eye. He moved to sit next to me, so close our thighs touched, heads bent close together. At some point Mark must have left, but I didn't notice, lost in conversation with Roger. I felt his hand on my knee, his fingertips gently caressing my bare leg. I felt my heart kick up a notch, his touch sending a delicious thrill through my body. I thought to myself that I had found my dance partner. As we talked, his hand slowly moved higher up my thigh beneath my skirt and with it my arousal rose too. I concentrated on keeping my breathing level even as my nipples hardened, aching to be touched. His lips brushed gently over mine, and I sighed softly, leaning forward to meet his kiss. His hand squeezed my thigh gently as his tongue parted my lips and slid between them, finding and caressing mine, his kiss setting my arousal on fire. The kiss lingered a long time, becoming fiery and passionate and we broke apart just before a bunch of rowdy people dropped onto our table. Roger stood, suggesting we hit the dance floor.
His fingers linked with mine as he led me through the crowd to the middle of the dance floor. He spun me a few times before drawing me close. My back pressed to his front, he slid his arms around me from behind as I swayed my hips and he moved in time. I felt his breath against my ear as he spoke softly to me. 'I saw you dancing earlier. Saw all those boys try their luck. Saw how hard your nipples were when you danced with them. Like I can see them now, right through your top.' His hands wandered my body slowly, from my hips down my thighs and up, over my stomach, my sides and skimming over the curve of my breasts. My nipples hardened further; every time I moved they brushed against the material of my bra, sending waves of pleasure through me and I tried not to gasp. I felt his lips on my neck, kissing me softly, and then his teeth graze my skin as he bit down. He sucked gently on the wound as his hands slid over my stomach again, and he let them brush between my legs. Pure pleasure radiated out from my centre and I bit back a moan. Roger spun me back to face him and his lips found my neck once more. His hands slid down my back over my ass, and he pulled my body tight against his. I felt his nails rake across the tight fabric of my skirt on my ass, and this time I buried my face into his neck, moaning softly.
His knee slid between my legs, until I was resting against his thigh and he set up a gentle rocking rhythm, our bodies moving in time, hips pressed tightly together. I was not wearing panties, and I wondered if he could tell. He lifted his head and smiled at me, our eyes meeting as I realised our movements put a deliciously gentle pressure right on my clit. The look in his eye told me he knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how it was affecting me.
As his hips moved against mine, and my pussy rubbed against his thigh, my clit became increasingly sensitive. His gaze never broke away from my own, and I could see my lust and desire mirrored in them. He arched his back slightly, and I bit my lip, feeling how hard he was against me. Roger raised his hand, gently brushing my hair away from my face. He cupped my cheek and leant forward, his lips capturing mine in an intensely heated kiss. Our tongues met and danced together as we explored each other's mouths, all the time our hips rocking together, pulse after pulse of pleasure spreading throughout me. I could feel my wetness growing, knew that some of my wetness must be soaking into his jeans. We moved together, the beat from the music vibrating through my body only adding to my arousal, and already I could feel it rising almost out of my control. Roger broke away form the kiss, grinning at me before leaning close and whispering against my ear, "I can feel how wet you are." I grinned and pressed harder against him, and he chuckled softly, his breath tickling my ear. My senses were on overload, every touch and caress was driving me wild. I didn't think I could take it much longer.
"I can feel your wet pussy against me," he whispered again. "And I can feel your body trembling, and the way you are grinding against me. Did you lose yourself? Did you forget where you were? Do you want to cum for me?"
