I see you enter the night club even through the large crowd that has already gathered here. There is just something about you. Could it be because of your long curly red hair. Maybe it is your black shimmering dress that comes down to mid thigh. The silky material looking almost wet and slippery in the constantly changing light of the club. The lights being reflecting in a multitude of color as you glided across the crowded floor. Maybe it's the way your smooth tan shoulders are bare, or the way the shimmering dress molds itself over your enticing looking breast, then down and over the flatness of your tummy, molding around your tight bottom before flowing to loose folds around your firm thighs. It has a nice plunging neckline that ends only a few inches above your belly button. Maybe it's the fact that the back of the dress is almost none existent. It opens all the way down to the beginning swell of your bottom exposing your naked back to the world. It is very obvious, even from across the room, that you aren't wearing a bra as your nipples are standing hard, not that your firm 34B breasts need one or that could wear one with this dress. Maybe it's the way your tan long legs look so elegant even with out stockings. Your heels perhaps, black open toed heels with leather straps running around and up your calf tying off just below the back of your knees.
The way you moved with a purpose yet holding back, waiting for something. And your eyes, so bright and exciting to gaze into. They seem to look over everyone it seems as if you're searching for someone?
Something?
Even before you order your first drink men are approaching you for a dance or to get your drink for you. As you make your own way to the long polished bar you turn down most, accepted others. Still none of the men seem to be what you need tonight. It is a busy night and the bar itself seems to overflow with patrons. Between a couple of drinks and a few dances you work your way down to the far end, around the corner near the waitress's station. It's darker here and more isolated then the rest. Ordering a vodka tonic with a twist of lime you survey the club. Maybe tonight you would find what you were looking for. I watch as you sit on the tall barstool, gazing out over the sunken floor of the club. The multitude of tables filled to capacity, the large dance floor with bodies grinding away to the throbbing beat of the live band.
Several more men have tried, and failed, to entice you to more then just a dance or drink. Each one seeming almost boyish in their attempts. There is one that doesn't seem to understand being turned down and actually is becoming a bit angry with you. You stand beside your barstool keeping it between yourself and him. As you try your best to be polite while he keeps rambling on and on.
As you stand there facing him you feel warm fingers slide across the bare skin of your back. The feeling is almost electrifying. The touch, soft like a whisper of warm breath, yet there is a firmness to it. A knowing touch, an intimate caress without hesitation. Glancing back you can only make out a hand as it seems to float in the air. There is a small alcove at the end of the bar that you hadn't even noticed. It's completed shrouded in darkness from the way the lighting is arranged. Looking hard into the darkness you can just make out a shape, no details, no signs as to who I am. Turning back to the man talking at you allowing the fingers to continue, welcoming the touch. The caresses causing your own skin to warm and tingle. Your face to flush a little with excitement.
As you listen (almost) to this man drone on about how great you look and how wonderful he is you feel my hand on the back of your right thigh. A shudder runs up your spine as my other hand continues its gentle caress of your bare back. The hand slides lower almost to your knee and then slowly begins moving upwards. Finger tips brushing along the inside of your firm smooth thigh. You feel the back of your dress rising slowly as the hand moves higher. Before it reaches the juncture of your thighs it moves across to your left inner thighs. You skin feels so warm and smooth under my touch. You feel flush with the excitement of my intimate touch, especially in such a public place.
You realize the man talking at you is muttering something about you being a tease and moves off in search of easier prey. You sigh with relief that his is gone so you can better savor the hands touching you from the darkness. The warmth growing between your thighs. You take a step back and stand with your legs slightly apart giving invite to the intimate caresses.
You realize that this is what you were looking for all along. Not a man as much as the touch, the feeling. Of course the added excitement of it happening in a public place adds to the erotic sensations. My hand slides further up your inner thigh even higher this time. You can feel the edge of my fingers brushing lightly across the tiny strip of material covering your sex. You can feel the warmth of my fingers as you realize that you have already become very moist. Feeling your lips swelling with your own passion. Your clit begins to pulse with excitement. You shiver as my nails lightly scratch your inner thighs.
Turning my hand you feel my hand covering your entire panty covered pussy. My fingers sliding along the moist silky material. Feeling the heat and moisture growing as I message your lips, the tips of my fingers sliding over your tingling clit. Tracing the little string cradled between your firm cheeks. Moaning softly as my fingers press the silky material between your swollen lips. Pressing back against my hand in need of a firmer touch, rolling your hips slowly as you feel your clit sliding between two fingers.
