Copyright © 2006 by licapeba. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced anywhere in any form without written permission from the author.
*
As soon as I saw her across the crowded floor of the night club, I was truly unable to take my eyes off her. She wasn't just breathtakingly pretty - though she was that - but she was also strikingly graceful. She moved like a cat, confident and sure, but also exuberant, fascinating to watch. She fortunately didn't see me gawking at her.
I stepped down onto the dance floor, which was almost vibrating with the thumping din of the music, and worked my way through the gyrating dancers towards her. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I got there, but I knew that if I left without trying to meet her, I'd wonder about her for a long time afterwards. As I moved across the floor, carefully stepping around bouncing bodies, the song changed and the lights dimmed to allow only occasional brief flashes to punctuate the beat and pierce the humid darkness of the room. I was grateful for the near-dark, covering what might otherwise have been an obvious approach. I was about the only person on the floor not being moved by the music.
When I had finally worked my way to within about ten feet of her I began dancing almost half-heartedly with others there and kept sneaking glances at her. She didn't seem to be with anyone in particular, and she was gorgeous.
She was wearing a short, pleated dark skirt which rested low on her tanned hips and which flipped up enticingly as she danced. Her silky white top showed off delicate bare shoulders and a lot of her smooth stomach, with a perfect belly button topping the sensuous curve down into her low-slung skirt and the treasure beneath. She was tiny, no more than 5'4", even though elevated by high heels that made her arch prettily as she moved. Her shiny, black hair fell straight, just to her jaw. Looking un-primped and very natural, it framed her gentle oriental face. She wasn't thin, no angular bones and hard edges, but she certainly wasn't fat either, just soft, warm, inviting curves in all the right places. The club was too dark to see much of her eyes, but they did seem to flash towards me from time to time.
The song changed to a slow number, and as the people on the dance floor merged together into couples I suddenly felt conspicuous without a partner. The lights began swirling slowly around the dance floor and I noticed that she was watching me. I must have looked pretty embarrassed as I discovered this because she grinned. She crooked her finger and beckoned me to cross the ten feet of floor that still separated us.
As I reached her she took a quick step forward. I leaned back, not believing what was happening as she slipped her arms around me and gently brushed herself against me. "Hi!" she said, looking up with a broad smile, "You're really cute!" Then she laid her cheek against my chest and began moving gently in time with the music.
She didn't seem drunk. I'm not stupid. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her bare shoulder and the other, electrifyingly, on the smooth bare skin of her lower back, and began to dance.
After a minute or so her hands began gently roaming around my back, matching the sensuality of the music. I ran my palms and delicately dancing fingers up and down her warm, naked back below her top until I reached the swell of her hips at the top of her low-slung skirt. I hesitated there, occasionally allowing my fingers to caress further down the skirt, but there was no sign of objection and I was soon openly caressing further down over her wonderfully-curved butt. Eventually, I held her gorgeous bum in my palms as we moved together on the dance floor, gently squeezing its soft curves, pulling her into me. Fortunately it was a very long song, as we folded into the warmth of each others' bodies and began to move as one.
She moaned quietly - I felt it rather than heard it over the music - and smiled up at me again. Then, as if we were familiar lovers, she closed her eyes and tipped her pretty mouth up for a kiss. Our lips met softly, and then more aggressively, and we were soon duelling sweetly with our tongues. Her hands slid delicately up my back to pull me down to her soft lips. The crowd around us seemed to fade away as we became absorbed in our swaying bodies and gentle caresses.
The lights came up as the song ended, and we parted to look at each other. She wore little or no makeup, and had wonderful, dark eyes which gazed thoughtfully at me. There was a brief moment of awkward silence before her face lit up again and she said with a grin, "Your place or mine?"
I'm sure that I gasped. She took my hand and led me out of the club.
She hugged me close in the chilly air outside as we waited for the valet to bring my car around. As her warm softness melted into me, and I became aware of some part of her touching nearly every part of me, I began to harden again. She giggled. "I could tell when we were dancing that you weren't thinking about world peace," she said, and slipped her hand between us to gently squeeze my stiffening cock. I buried my nose in her clean-scented hair, folded my arms around her, and rumbled my pleasure.
Too soon, the car appeared. I sucked in cool air as she turned from me, and quickly hunched over to hide my obvious arousal as we climbed into the car.
It somehow seemed as though we'd been together for years, I felt so naturally connected and aware of her. As I drove the short distance to my apartment, there was no conversation and there seemed no need for it. Our hands were joined, fingers gently moving against each other, and we took turns looking at each other. "How far is it?" she finally asked, then, "Oh, not far I guess!" as I turned down the ramp into the underground parking. I chuckled.
I shut off the car in my parking space and turned to kiss her. She was leading, again. As I turned my head her soft lips were already there, brushing my cheek and then pressing warmly into my mouth. I groaned, wrapped my arms around her and lifted her over the console and into my lap. Though I worried momentarily that the steering wheel would press uncomfortably into her back, she responded by sighing deeply and slipping her sweet tongue under my lips and over my teeth.
For at least twenty minutes we remained in the car, she holding my face and neck in her hands so I couldn't stop kissing her, I stroking her side, her soft bum, her smooth legs, and even dancing my fingers high up inside her warm thighs, but not too high. This wasn't just sexy, it was incredibly sensuous. I felt a momentous responsibility to be as sensual as she was being, not to rush but to enjoy. This was very, very special.
Eventually, though, she shifted somewhat awkwardly and I knew she was getting uncomfortable jammed between me and the steering wheel. "I don't always keep my dates here in the car," I said with mock seriousness. "I have a place upstairs that I sometimes take them to after parking here." She rolled her eyes, feigning boredom, and said, "How conventional! But..." as she gracefully slipped back into the passenger seat and began straightening herself, "if this is the biggest car you've got I guess we should go up!" Her grin lit up the car.
"What's your name?" I asked, as the elevator rose towards my apartment.
"Kuri," she replied. "Yours?"
"I'm Chris. It is an enormous pleasure to meet you!" We shook hands, and giggled together at the unlikelihood of our exchanging tongues before we had even exchanged names. I opened the door at my place and ushered her in.
"Would you like a drink?" I offered.
"No," she replied with a wide, happy smile, "I would like YOU!"
I wanted her forever! I nudged her towards my bedroom. When we reached it, she dropped her purse on the floor, expertly released her high heels without bending over, and stepped back out of them. As I watched, she pulled down a zipper and slowly inched her skirt down over her hips, finally letting it puddle around her feet. A tiny white thong was revealed, accentuating the perfect curves of her hips and barely hiding the treasure beneath. With another radiant smile she slid off her slinky top, stretching her arms high above her head to reveal a soft white bra pushing up the beautiful mounds of her breasts. Her top fluttered to the floor, and she paused for a moment with arms high above her head, watching my reaction.
