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Karen glanced up from her drink to the dance floor as the music first started to fill the club. She was dressed in a pair of white vinyl pants with nothing beneath. Every man in the club could see the outline of her womanhood, perfectly framed by the fabric. She tipped her drink back draining it before looking over at Enrique with a smile. "Dance wit me?
"I dunno about that." He took a sip from his Corona and glanced out at the floor where dozens of couples were already grinding against each other. "What'll Kris say?" He asked tipping it back a second time and reaching for his shot.
"Same thing he always says." She smiled nudging his drink toward him. When Enrique pushed it back her smiled widened. "He'll ask if I had a good time and probably thank you for making me feel like part of the group." Karen leaned forward slightly making certain he got a good view of her pierced nipples, straining against the sheer white top she'd chosen.
A bead of sweat formed on his brow as he noticed the look in her eyes. It was more her eyes than anything else that captivated him, like green diamonds he really couldn't bring his attention away for more than a moment. "But. . ."
"But nothing." Karen reached across the table gently grasping his hand and dragging him out onto the dance floor immediately pressing her body up against his. There wasn't quite enough liquid courage in him yet though, for the most part he stood paralyzed on the floor as she writhed around him.
"Relax." She cooed turning her back to him slowly and wrapping her arms around his neck. Cheek to cheek, groin to rump they remained for the next few beats until she felt him responding. His chest expanding as his breaths got deeper and lower he was starting to grind back against her.
Enrique let his hand trail down her arms and over the swell of her breasts. "You sure?" She nodded back and his hands continued lower easing over her soft belly closing over her womanhood. The tips of his thumbs slipped into the skin-tight fabric gently rubbing back and forth as the music continued to move the pair.
"See, it's not so bad." She whispered tossing her head back and forth so her long red curls washed over his face. Her lips brushed the side of his face, then over his ear before finally she licked the base of his neck. Her own hands started to travel down her own body pressing her breasts together for a moment. Lower and lower gripping the hem of her shirt and lifting it slowly till the underside of her red and black bra then tugged it back into place.
Enrique felt the chill travel up his spine when she kissed his neck, a moment later his fingers slipped farther into her pants pulling the fabric of her panties aside to toy with the short curls of pubic hair. His fingers moved quickly unfastening the top button of her pants and slipping his fingers into the band of her underwear gently massaging her hips.