Joe turned away before he was caught staring. He took a swig of his beer and tried to look somewhere else, but his eyes were drawn. His head turned and he again took in the vision on the dance floor. A guy and a girl were grinding away in the middle of the room. The other dances seemed oblivious, but every time Joe caught a glimpse of the pair, he was transfixed.
She had long brown hair and a body to die for. Wrapped as it was in a slinky red dress, little was left to the imagination. And with the way she was working the guy that she was dancing with, Joe wouldn't have been surprised is she made him cum in his pants before the song ended. As they turned and moved on the dance floor, Joe took in her body, wishing that he could be so fortunate as to be the guy that she was pressed up against. There were other women in the bar, many of them actually attractive, yet none compared to her and the vision drove Joe's desire away from the others.
The song ended and the couple left the dance floor, the bloke (well built Joe admitted to himself as he summed up the 'competition') leading, trailing a hand behind him, leading the vision from the dance floor. Joe turned resolutely back to his beer, facing the bar staff as they moved up and sat on the stools next to him, the bloke beside Joe with the girl on the far side.
They ordered drinks and started chatting, Joe wishing if nothing else that the seating positions had at least been reserved.
"Hey, I gotta pee Donna," Joe heard the guy say as he stood from his stool and moved away. Joe turned and followed him into the crowd with his gaze, the movement drawing it away from his concentrated stare at the rack of bottles behind the bar. As he turned back again, he met the girl's gaze, her eyes sparkling as her face broke into a friendly smile. Joe grinned back before the instant passed.
The girl downed her drink and ordered another. "Thirsty work, dancing," she said to Joe as he watched her order.
"Must be the way you do it, I got hot enough to need a drink just watching," Joe said.
The girl laughed. "Maybe you should grab a partner and try it?"
"Well unless you're offering, I think I'll pass. Watching you is energetic enough at this point."
"You never know, maybe later," Donna said, causing Joe's heart to skip a beat. "I'm Donna, by the way." She held out her hand and Joe reached out to shake it. Her skin was delightfully smooth and Joe allowed his fingers to stroke her hand tenderly as she withdrew it from his grasp. His cock swelled in reaction to the motion.
"Joe," Joe responded, smiling.
"Nice to meet you Joe," Donna said, her face split again by its wonderful smile.
At that point her friend returned and Donna introduced Joe to Derek. Joe was very conscious of the fact that she introduced him as a friend of hers. Not boyfriend. Not partner. Not a sexual toy, just as a friend. Maybe there was hope for him yet, he dreamed.
As the night went on, Derek and Donna came and went from the dance floor, talking to Joe when they were resting, Joe watching them wistfully and lustfully as they turned and ground when they were on it. Eventually, he'd had enough and decided to head off. He bid them good night and made his way to his room at the adjoining motel, disappointed that his dance with Donna had never eventuated.
It wasn't anything special, but it was cheap and after all, he was only there for one night. He could put up with the paper-thin walls and traffic noise as long there wasn't anything outrageous like a party in the next room.
About midnight, Joe was awakened by something thumping on the wall. It was persistent and when it was joined by the cries of a woman apparently having a very good time, Joe realised someone was getting lucky in the next room.
The fact that someone was getting lucky wasn't much help to Joe though and it became increasingly infuriating for him when he couldn't get back to sleep. He thought he could handle the muffled cries of pleasure but the thump thump thump of the bed on the wall was driving him nuts. He got out of bed and checked the one that he was lying on. Yep, it could easily be moved away from the walls.
Joe wasn't the sort of person to kick up a stink normally, but he had an early start and just wanted to get some sleep. He got out of bed, pulled on his track pants and went out the door. He strode over to the adjoining room's door and thumped on it.
The cries of pleasure stopped and Joe heard footsteps. There was a pause, as someone must have peered out of the peephole in the doorway.
"Joe!" he heard a voice exclaim as the door swung open to the limit of the chain that was supposed to keep people out. He was stunned to see Donna peering back at him from the crack. He could see a naked shoulder and suddenly wished it was more,.his cock rising instantly as his mind started filling in possible details.
"Donna," he said, surprised.
