The party was beginning to wind down a bit.
I was watching her on the dance floor with one of her young coworkers. Bob loves to party. And it was no secret that he was trying to fuck his way through every married women in the building. He considered them easy and safe.
The dj had everyone cranked up dancing to a frenzied beat, and as I watched, Joann never took her eyes off him, devouring every inch of his body with them. She seemed to be paying particular attention to the area just below the beltline. When the song ended and suddenly changed to a slow song, she wasted no time in moving in close, draping her arms over his shoulders, her face against his neck. I was a bit surprised to see his hands drop to her gorgeous ass ad pull her hips tight against his. I was even more surprised to see her grind back against him. They must have felt invisible in the darkened room, because the next thing I see is his hand slip under her skirt and hers go for the bulge in his slacks. Their eyes locked, and their lips followed in a long, steamy kiss there on the dance floor. It was so hot, I was starting to get hard just watching. The song ended, and the finally managed to detach themselves and Joann walked back to the table where we'd been sitting. All the chairs were taken, so I gladly pulled her onto my lap. We were doing the last minute chat as everyone was getting ready to leave. I thought, this would be a good opportunity to see if that really just happened. I slipped my hand under her skirt, inching my way up. She was wet. Not just wet, dripping. As my fingers approached her wet lips, she parted her legs under the table to allow access. A finger slid easily inside. I really can't imagine how she was able to carry on a conversation as I fucked her with my fingers and massaged her clit, but she hung in there.
Finally, time to go, we made our way out to the parking lot, I said, "have fun"?
"Mmmm Hmmm..." she replied. "His cock was soooo hard!"
