I can feel the music pounding through me tonight. My heart is a drum beating a rhythm of passion as DJs spin out songs of lust, love and revenge. I've just moved here and I've come to this club alone. New to this strange place I know no one, but under the influence of beats and rhythms, all barriers are cast aside. We are as one. Someone's watching, someone's touching. A girl's voice whispers seductively through the song, swaying to the music, I close my eyes and smile my secret smile as I imagine secret fingers touching me. Feeling my warm flesh through my short silver dress. Stroking my legs, touching the warm leather of my red thigh boots. My chocolate eyes glinting with an amount of mischief that would make The Grinch seem like an angel.
Something makes me look up. A presence, a sensation that tickles my body, like an external entity attempting to enter my mind and read all my secrets. I look around, seeking that stranger, and I see you, leaning against the wall. Your eyes move on as soon as I notice you; I watch you shuffle and play with your empty glass as an outrageous yellow light glows on you. Still dancing abstractedly, my eyes trickle down your body, over wide chest, slim hips, back up to your face. I smile at you, wishing that I could catch your attention. The music strips to a bare beat and my movements follow suit, my hands now move sinuously and my hips snaking rather than slinking, my eyes inviting, rather than flirtatious. I am dancing for you.
I will you to see me, my curves, my skin, and my flesh. In my dream I'm a snake woman, weaving a mating dance around you. Smoothing my body over yours, rubbing my hands against your chest, pressing your thigh between my legs, to anoint you with my scent. My nipples, colored with ochre, are tight and aching as they brush over you. In my dream, I'm lying there in front of you, playing with my pussy, making myself cum in front of you. My legs spread apart, my fingers two then three sliding in and out of me, stretching myself for you. I imagine you reaching for me and dragging me roughly against you, then placing your cock at my pussy entrance, thrusting yourself into me. Then you stand back and watch me crawl between your legs to take your hard cock between my lips, and swallow you. Whole. Still gyrating I'm lost in my own thoughts as my hands echo my body's need by creeping downward to the hem of my dress, seeking an aching pussy that wants relief.
I float up out of my fantasy when spears of pleasure pierce me as warm hands support my breasts. Thumbs and fingers twisting and rolling my nipples through the soft fabric. Too sexually charged to pull away, I go soft with desire and let my head drop back. You fall into my sight, I can only see your blue eyes glinting despite the dark lights of the club. You pinch my tender nipples, sending another surge of pleasure through me. My eyes flutter shut and my lips part - soft and full. My body moves slower, as if savoring your touch, your presence, and for but a moment the music is muted. The people around me transcend a different plane, a different level slowed down. Only the sensation of your body against mine, holds me to reality.
Then your lips kiss me hard.
Suddenly everything comes back to life - all one level, the animalistic beat, people dancing, the smell of sweat, smoke and sex. My hips and hands are spurred back into action, my soul leaps, alive - thrumming with need. My body helpless, only responding on my most basic instincts. My lips respond to yours, parting for you, my tongue parrying with yours. Your hands stroking my breasts roughly, pinching, manhandling them, knowing that tonight I want you rough, hard and demanding. Kissing me, plying my lips with your tongue, feeling your sharp teeth bite on my lower lip. Your hands moving from my breasts down my body in slow, rubbing, seductive circles. Every upwards stroke dragging the soft silver cloth upwards to reveal my treasure to any avid eyes watching.
You tease too much, I think, and I take the initiative by taking your hand and move it down the last few inches. I can feel your chest expand against my back, as you take a sharp breath. With delight or shock? As your hand moves over my pussy to find bare wet lips. I want to kiss you again and I twist slightly, my arm reaching up, gripping the back of your neck as I pull your lips down onto mine.
Kissing me back, your hands set forth on their new exploration. My body stretches and arches helplessly as I feel your fingers part my pussy lips, brushing over my clit to dip into my pussy hole. Then, holding your hand still against my pussy, my movements guided by music, I rub my clit against your thumb, the tip of your finger inside my pussy hole.
