We have been drinking and the dance floor is full. I smile at you and you smile back. "Want to dance?" I ask, grabbing your hand that was resting on your thigh.
I could tell your were thinking about it reaching out and touching my hand. At least I was. "Sure," you cheerfully reply.
I stand up, pulling you off your seat. Our eyes meet, moving, as if in slow motion, we both get to our feet. "Then let's go," I said, as I turn toward the dance floor still holding your hand.
We walk the maze of mingling clubers sipping on their drinks, parting just enough to let us pass through to the dance floor. The heavy bass vibrates through our bodies. I spot a open space and start to move with the rhythm of the DJ. Reaching the gap in the dance floor, I turn back towards you, letting go of your hand. Standing face to face, the gap feeling smaller.
We start dancing together, a bit awkwardly at first. Soon we find the balance between our movements, the music, and each other. You turn away from me, just as I push in close to your back. My hands grab your sides, feeling the strength of lats underneath. Your butt pushes up against my crotch, driving me to reach around and grab your chest. I can feel you push back into me. I move my mouth to the back of your neck and kiss it. You turn around and our mouths meet. The warm heat of our lips touch. Your tongue pokes out and it meets with mine. Our mouths open wider, allowing our tongues to explore. My hands have move down over your ass. I pull you in tighter wanting you to feel me getting hard through my pants. I apply more pressure and I can tell I'm having the same affect. I feel a tight bulge in your pants push up against me. Pulling away with heavy breath, you say, "Let's get out of here."