[As always, this is pure fiction. The author always condones acquiring enthusiastic consent before and during all sexual encounters.]
The show was crowded and lively. The susurrus of conversation permeated the air, the social energy making everyone forget the oppressive heat for a brief moment.
I was working the door, and had been instructed to "dress to impress" - so I did. A tight white dress shirt hugged my shoulders and arms, and a classy black vest tied it all together.
It was busy enough that we didn't see each other at first - but when I did finally see Karly, something primal and hungry immediately awoke in me, and I had to suppress a growl.
She was dressed in a yellow tube top with pants that hugged her incredibly well-proportioned ass. The top ended just above her pierced belly button, showing her fit physique by way of her toned stomach. A light glistening of sweat was likely mirrored on my body, but looked oh so much better on hers.
Looking back, I think the only reason she didn't notice me undressing her with my eyes was because she was so occupied doing the same thing to me.
The noises of the crowd seemed to diminish when we met each other's eyes - I forgot to breathe for a moment, and it seemed that she did as well.
We managed to pull it together, and the noise of the crowd returned as we approached each other for a hug that went on just a hair too long.
Both of us took a small step back and cleared our throats almost simultaneously. "You look good," I managed to growl out, with far more lust roughing up my voice than I intended. She just nodded. "You too," she said, her eyes trailing down my body before she looked down submissively.
All of the muscles in my body flexed and I twitched involuntarily as I barely stopped myself from grabbing her and kissing her right there.
She looked up at me and shuddered slightly, eyes wide - she'd clearly clocked my barely restrained impulse, and she bit her lip.
"Um..I should.." she stammered, and I echoed it before we both fled from the scene.
I found myself a quiet corner and tried to calm myself down. "What are you thinking," I thought to myself, "you're just gonna tear her clothes off and fuck her in front of everyone?!" My heart was hammering, and I found myself disturbed at the complete override that had almost occurred at the sight of her.
A few calming breaths later, and I rejoined the crowd.
The show went incredibly, and the afterparty was in full swing. We'd all had several drinks, and an impromptu karaoke had been set up. The volume had only increased, which seemed impossible, and I found myself wandering the back halls of the old building that was our venue for the evening. I was seeking a respite from all the noise, at least for a second.
And of course, I found Karly back there as well, rolling a joint.
Our eyes met, the pulse of music and the muffled sounds of enthusiastic karaoke fading as we both began breathing heavily.
Karly opened and closed her mouth several times. "We can't," she said, exhaling and biting her lip, looking down.
With a growl I closed the distance between us - we were in a narrow, dark hallway at the back of an old building, and the concrete walls were cool to the touch. Much needed, as my blood was boiling.
"No -" she began, before I cut her off by wrapping my hands around her throat and pushed her against the wall. I covered her mouth.
"If you really want me to stop," I growled at her, shaking with desire barely restrained, "I'm going to give you a safeword: 'pineapple'."
I stopped squeezing her throat, but left my hands there. She took several heaving breaths and closed her eyes, licking her lips. Eventually, she met my gaze again. "We can't," she breathed, her eyes immediately tracking down to my lips.
Karly gave a whimpering moan as I crushed myself against her and kissed her roughly.
As I ground my crotch against hers, she groaned - I felt the heat of her sex even through all of our respective layers of clothing, and she matched my pressure with her own.
"No," she gasped, breaking our kiss, "stop. Don't."
