Tanya turned on her heels; the full-length mirror afforded her a full view of her great ass. The little black dress licked her curves. She pulled at the hem in an attempt to cover more of her bare thigh. She should be wearing stockings but it was just too hot. She hated the heat; she didn't really want to go out. She was a good girl, didn't really wear dresses like this, but it was hot and her girlfriends had insisted she wear it. They had bought it together and now she had been pressured into not only going out to the clubs with them but also wearing this impossibly short tight dress.
She only stood 5' 2" but had an incredibly curvaceous body for such a small package. Her breasts were a D cup, her hips flared out from her small waist. Her face was more reflective of her innocent, good-girl approach she tried to present. It [what was rounded name the rounded part] was gently rounded, her small features were cute, innocent, girlish even though she was 28. She really was a woman but still had the lovely innocence of youth.
She stood facing the mirror, adjusting her large breast, hoping the nipples would stay down. In this tight revealing dress very little was left to the imagination, her cleavage would definitely be a source of interest to most men. She hoped the club would be dark, maybe she could just hide in the corner.
There was a knock at the door and by the time she made her way into the living room her two girlfriends were already in the fridge pulling out the white wine.
"Just having a nip here before we go, ouch... You're so hot in that, Tanya!" Sandy poured the wine carefully filling three glasses almost to the brim.
"Are you trying to get us sloshed before we even get there?" It was Beth this time. She too was looking at Tanya, she had never really seen her dressed like this. Normally it was jeans and T-shirts. Large oversized T-shirts to hide her large breasts.
They chatted, drinking the wine too fast, they all seemed a little anxious. They down the last of it when the cab rang up. They should hurry, those bastards would take off if you didn't get down fast enough.
The club was packed, it was almost midnight, the weather had brought everyone out and the air-conditioning couldn't keep up. Tanya's dress seemed to cling even tighter. She had danced with a few guys but mostly was trying to keep a low profile, snuggled into the corner with a rum and coke. That's when she first saw HIM, he stood out in the crowd, almost a head taller than most, more for the vertically impaired like Tanya. He moved over to the table, and dropped almost to his knees.
He leaned close, the music pounding around them "Dance with me" and he reached for her hand.
As she walked to the floor she realized she hadn't had much choice. Saying no didn't really seem like an option, she surveyed his large back, the muscles stretching his T-shirt as he walked, her eyes moved lower, "God what a great butt," she thought.
They didn't leave the dance floor after that, when a slow song came, he pulled her close, no words just the hot breath against her shoulder as his head tilted down. His hands held her tight against him. She could feel his muscles move against her, his leg between her legs as he turned her slowly shuffling his feet to the music.
Tanya felt a little swept away, a little overpowered, she laid her head against his chest, against the hard muscular chest. Her body seemed to be responding as if on autopilot to his sexuality. When the song was over she felt a little weak, and didn't want to separate from him, as much because she wasn't sure she wouldn't fall. It just felt so good to be in his arms.
The lights came on, "Last call for alcohol" reverberated through the building.
The lights brought her back to reality, what the hell was she doing? She never even knew his name and she had been dry humping him on the dance floor.
"Ah I've gotta go, thanks for the dance?" and she slipped through the crowd back to the table. Joe just stood there watching her disappear, his hard cock still throbbing in his jeans.
Tanya couldn't find her friends, well that was typical, it seemed this is what she had come to expect. She would walk home, it had cooled off a bit and she wanted the air. She looked around before she set out down the sidewalk. People still milled around the door, she looked for her big stud, afraid to actually see him but wanting to. He didn't seem to be there, 'Oh well, I had a bit of fun anyway, don't even know if I'd want anymore" she thought.'
The walk home was good, the air had cooled and the short little dress let it flow around Tanya's legs, the thought of that big body next to her seemed to warm her between her legs. Thoughts of getting naked and letting her finger touch herself seem to drift though her mind. She hadn't been paying much attention, she had her key in the door before she heard the steps behind her, and she turned.
""Hi" his voice was low, soft, friendly.
"What are you doing here?" she was startled, a little scared.
"I think you know, aren't you going to let me in?" he seemed to sweep her into the small basement flat.
"No I mean it, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she was getting a little angrier, a little frightened by his overpowering manner. He moved closer, his body against hers, his hand on her shoulder.
"Get away from me who the hell do you think you are?" Tanya's voice was raised, she hadn't thought things were going to go this far, her whole body seemed to be on high alert.
"Oh and I suppose you weren't the girl doing the bump and grind on the dance floor with me?"
Tanya blushed a little, caught in her own little lie, yes it had been her, she had wanted him, her body even now betraying her, getting excited by his presence, by his smell.
She pulled her hand back and slapped him, or at least tried to. Joe was too quick, his hand came up and grabbed her wrist, pulling it back behind her back. Tanya seemed to squeal her wrist pulled hard behind her back. Joe grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pulled it tight, his body pushed tight against her, pinning her to the wall.
"So you say you don't want me, is that it, you don't want to feel me against you".
He pushed himself tighter against her, his leg sliding between her legs. With out thinking Tanya spread her leg, opening herself to him.
