On the Dance floor: Audrey Sins
After four refusals nobody else bothered asking Audrey to dance, and no one around the joined-together tables in the dim lit oldies club gathered for the engagement party of a visiting overseas based family member was even surprised by her refusal to dance. The entire family and few close friends in the twenty person group of revelers knew that Audrey was not the party type, being a born-again Christian, and at age forty five was still girlishly shy and introverted. It was mostly due to her religious fervor that her marriage came to an end two years ago.
After two hours had gone by I got up from my seat opposite Audrey, went around to where she was sitting and held out my hand. All eyes looked at us and smiles brightened the faces; I guess everyone knew she wouldn't likely refuse me like she'd done the others. They knew Audrey and I were tight. They were right. After only a brief hesitation she graced the table with a shy smile and took my hand. As if reading from the same script, two voices from around the table shouted simultaneously.
"Keep she on de dance floor for two hours."
Others joined in, all urging me to keep Audrey dancing for a long time. Knowing how shy she was, I could feel her blushing and discomfort at the attention paid to her as we walked away from the table. We headed for the dance floor nearest our table, but because of the congestion, I skipped it and took her to one further away, only to find a similar situation.
Seconds after I held Audrey close to me in a casual but close dance stance, the fronts of our bodies barely touching, I felt a familiar but shockingly unexpected thrill run through my twenty-five year old athletic body, causing it to glow hot. On the one hand I could understand the stirring below my waist, it being I was in the close embrace of a beautiful and juicy woman, under dim lights, with nice music playing and a few drinks in my head, and hadn't fucked in six months. (A long story best left untold) So, being in a prolonged horny state such a reaction seemed only natural. But on the other hand I was somewhat startled, because this was Audrey, this was not some hot stranger or one of my sexy cousins sitting around the table who had earlier, unreservedly pressed their hot young bodies against mine
This was a woman I'd always had great respect for, a woman who always has my back no matter what and would never let me down or disrespect me, so she deserved some decency, self-control and respect from me. I tried to keep body contact to the minimum for the sake of that. But after about two minutes of careful stepping and turning on the packed dance floor, my resolve was shattered with help from clumsy, inexperienced dancers bumping into us from all sides, causing us to be constantly clutching each other and pressing our bodies together for balance.
I felt my cock arrogantly disregard the 'no fishing in this pond' sign and against strong mental effort to keep it in check began to stretch out and reach for the pink salmon under the thin black dress. By the time the slow song approached its end I had a full blown erection throbbing in my briefs, and in the heady state of previously stated influences, now heightened by the lack of reason usually caused by a hard on, I was deliberately, but in a subtle manner so as not to arouse suspicion, letting it press hard against or glide along the soft thighs or lower belly when we turned or I made forward steps. To her credit Audrey did not acknowledge the intruding presence.
The DJ led us smoothly into the next song without pause and throwing caution to the wind, being led by the hard arguments of my smaller head as opposed to the weak ones of my bigger head, I drew Audrey into a closer embrace. 'It is a much slower song', I told myself for want of a sound excuse, as I let let my hard cock press searchingly into her private softness. I felt her body immediately stiffen and retreated, but was instantly sent crashing back into mine because of a bump into her rear by another clumsy amateur. She again tried to pull away, but I quickly made a turn and a short step forward, bringing us back to square one.
She trembled slightly and shifted, effectively moving the hard cock away from the soft region below her waist, the less private thigh. I held her firmly in place with the hard sex stick against the new playground. The song was long and slow and didn't really require much stepping so I held her firmly and gently rolled my hips. I let go of her hand, which she then rested on my shoulder as I wrapped mine around her upper back, pulling her against my chest, crushing her ample and soft bosom into it. I dropped the other hand which had been just above her waist, to a lower and much more intimate spot just above her butt crack, resting the meaty side of my palm on the round, elevation.
I rested my cheek against hers -- nothing unusual between people slow dancing -- she did not pull away. Once again her body broke into a gentle tremor but after a few seconds it ceased and she appeared to be in acceptance of the strongly intimate embrace, allowing me to bump and glide my hard cock against her groin. She did not reciprocate my hip movements, but neither did she try to retreat from the bold intrusion.
When the song ended she tentatively released me but I kept holding her and whispered in her ear, reminding her of the instructions I'd gotten from the folks at the table. This brought a little chuckle from her and without further resistance she allowed our bodies to come together. I resumed grinding against her, this time a little more to her middle. Soon after I felt her fingers clutch my shoulder with a pressure that hadn't been there before and her cheeks pressed harder onto mine. I responded with increased pressure in my rolling hips.
"You're beginning to remember how to slow dance old girl," I said jokingly, leaning back and looking into her face.
She smiled then chuckled, and said, "Looks like that old boy."
"Good, just relax and have fun."
Halfway through the song her body began to gently move against mine, matching my movements with just a slightly lesser intensity and I took that as a cue to dive deeper. I forced my hard, muscular right thigh between her softer, fleshier appendages, using my leg to nudge her long, slightly bowed legs apart. With only a slight hesitation she assumed the position and let me fit neatly between the thigh gap, my hard cock smashing onto her soft pudenda, and when I started to move she deftly started to move with me as her fingernails dug into my back and to my surprise she started softly humming along to the song.
Earlier reservations seemed to have been dissipated, her body's only mission now, to please as she received similar pleasure. I lowered one hand to cover a fluffy butt cheek, sinking my fingers into it. Following my instinct and her seemingly total surrender to pleasure I let the other hand move up between our tightly glued torsos to cover a soft heaving breast. She lifted and positioned her hand to mask the sweet indiscretion from possible prying eyes. This was far from likely because since sometime during the second dance the dim coloured lights over the floor had been turned off. I gently massaged the soft bubby and Audrey rubbed her pussy against my hard cock even when I stood still.
By the time the fifth song was in progress, the slow and sensual Wings, classic ballad, 'Let me roll it' we were truly both lost in teasing each other's bodies and senses, and when I took her hand and lowered it to my turgid dick, she grabbed it eagerly and forcefully massaged it between trembling fingers and sweaty palm for about twenty seconds before removing it and resuming the smashing of her hot mature pussy against the hard wood in my jeans with a daring eagerness. It was not long after that I heard a passionate hiss in my ear and felt her body rocking violently as she broke up into orgasmic spasms. Her knees seemingly weakened and I had to grip her firmly to keep her from falling.
