I was yearning for him. I could feel my vagina getting wet just at the thought of his hands brushing past my scantily clad breast. I could feel his warm breath as we danced close. I wondered what it would be like to feel his hands roaming all over my body, lingering over every inch as he would taste and feel his way to my soft wet mound. His hands gripped me closer as we danced and the thoughts spun in my head like the spin cycle on the washer.
The pulsating beat of the music matched the rhythm of my heart as I pondered how to tell him that I longed for his every touch. I wanted to just grab his cock to let him know, without telling him that I could feel his cock throbbing in his pants against my warm thigh. I vow to tell him after the song that I want him, need him, yearn for him.
As the beat of the song ends and we walk to our table I can feel my pulse race faster than I have ever felt it before. As we get to the table I grab his hand and pull him past the table to the dark corner of the bar. He has a look of longing on his face but I can't tell if it because he knows what is about to happen or because he has had a few too many beers.... I have the upper hand, just like I like it. I am sober and Mike has had a few beers and his lips are looser just by the sound of how he was talking earlier.
As we near the dark corner, I know what I am going to do. I turn and grab his cock through his tight jeans. I can feel it pulse and grow at my touch, his cock stretching against his jeans. I feel my pussy getting wetter just at the thought of what I am about to do.
I lean over and whisper in his ear, "I want to fuck you, until you scream". I see his eyes widen at the thought.
Mike then tells me, "I would gladly fuck you but I think it would screw up our friendship, we get along so well I don't want that destroyed". As he finishes talking, I unzip his jeans and put my hand in his pants and start stroking his cock.