Her breath caught and her body shuddered when their eyes met, all other thoughts quickly fleeting from her mind, he engulfed her. She couldn't tear her eyes off him. She was surrounded by her friends, slowly gyrating to the loud club music pouring from the four foot speakers on the corner of the dance floor. The bar was dim, pulsing lights keeping in check with the pulsing music. Even in the dark lighting, his presence was known and felt across the room. He had walked in through the back door and now she was staring at him, ravishing him, devouring him with her eyes. His burned deeply into her, the piercing stare rippling through her body, its effects felt in every nerve ending as a slight throbbing began taking over. Quickly, rational thoughts dissolved. Desire, lust and an attraction so strong that it felt almost chemical in nature, took over her body. Desire that must be sated; lust to be fed and an attraction that demanded immediate contact, she knew they would be together soon.
She closed her eyes for a moment and struggled to regain her composure. If she couldn't see him, perhaps the fire in her blood would subside. Maybe her hardened nipples would stop throbbing and the heat rolling off her pussy would dissipate. "Gain control" she whispered to herself "you're in public!" As her breathing evened, she quickly tried to remember the course of her conversation before she saw him. She's pretty sure her friend had asked her a question and she had yet to reply. Mumbling a quick unintelligent reply, she suddenly felt a wave of pleasure pass over her as she sensed him near. He was close. Close enough to feel, yet not directly before her, she could almost smell him approach. His taste was in the air, the aura around her changed and she felt the lust pour over her like honey again. Standing still took extreme effort. She was overwhelmed with heat, her bare legs beneath her skirt burning; she felt an intense need to feel skin on skin contact. Passing the fire she felt to him was the only thought on her mind and it was filling her with powerful cravings screaming to be satisfied. She had to touch him, feel him, taste him - there was no other option. She needed to excuse herself, find an out of this conversation, a reason to be absent for a bit. Quickly she grabbed her stomach and making the universal 'my stomach hurts' motion, asked her friend "where's the bathroom"?
She was directed around to the back of the bar, down a dimly lit narrow staircase that lead to a long dark hallway into the basement of the building. Single watt bulbs danced and bounced about her head, moving with the vibrations on the ceiling and walls, being fed by the loud pulsating music above, as if dancing themselves. They sent scattered shifting beams of light scattered across the walls. She knew he would follow her, she knew it for certain, it wasn't possible that she could feel such magnetism and he couldn't. He would follow her, he would take her and the clarity of realizing that almost brought her to orgasm, pure waves of pleasure washed over her body. Every step rubbed her legs together under her skirt, making her pussy wetter. Her clit began to throb and her breasts strained against her bra. They wanted release, they wanted a hot mouth to engulf them, consume them, wrap around her nipples and graze them with their teeth. She walked quickly past the bathrooms, farther down the dark hallway, her breath heavy and thick, hands instinctively reaching up for her shirt and unbuttoning her top buttons, "access" was all that was on her mind.
