I am not going to be a wallflower. That is not why I walked from the hotel down to this little dance club in this tight little black dress and black platform heels. I look too good to just sit at this bar with Tomas. My dress fits just right against my curves. My legs look incredible with an alluring shine when the strobe light illuminates their well-defined muscles. He knows why we are here, and we won't succeed just sitting at the bar.
I am excited, the bass that is pounding from the sound system sends vibrations that course through my body. The vodka tonic he handed me about twenty minutes ago helps those vibrations reverberate in tingles that raise slight goosebumps on my skin. I want to move. I want to dance. And... I want him to remember why we came. I hope he does not get cold feet.
I lean over to his strong shoulder and look at his neat trimmed salt and pepper hair that gives him a distinguished air of authority. He continues sipping his whiskey as I yell into his ear over the dance music, "I am going to go dance. You sit here and enjoy your drink."
I say it with sass. I am poking at him. I know I will get a reaction from him later. I want the reaction. I know what I am doing... I think. I will worry about that later. Now it is time to stalk some prey.
I slide off of my stool and steady myself on my heels. I slowly walk to the dance floor making sure that I exaggerate my step by putting one foot in front of the other with the intent of swinging my ass back and forth in a more pronounced way. I love the way I can feel the thin material of my dress ride up over my ass as I walk. I look back over my shoulder to see him with his glass to his lips, eyes squinting in focus on my ass. Good. He needs to know how good his girl looks.
I wade into the mass of writhing bodies looking for a good spot to set my trap. The thumping bass is even more intense as I approach the DJ booth side of the dance floor. I love to dance. I love how the music gets inside of me and makes me feel the energy in the room. I love the way it frees my mind. I love the way dance music releases my inhibitions, warming my spirit and dampening my thighs with lust. That could also be the vodka. Either way, I feel the bass deeply and start to move.
The two of them are standing along the border of the dance area, leaning against a big loudspeaker. They have plastic cups in their hands from one of the drink stations, the liquid inside is a bright blue. It's some sort of young person's drink, and they look young. Deliciously young. The one on the left has a shock of blond hair that looks a bit wild until you notice that he styled it purposely that way. The one on the right is tall with a darker complexion and curly hair. They both are young and physically fit. I can make out their muscles teasing me through tight, bright shirts and stiffly creased jeans. I smile at them and shake my ass a little more to the beat.
Blondie flashes a bright perfect smile that is almost blinding in the dark club. He leans over and says something to his tall friend, Curly, who simply smirks back in my direction. I can tell, they have devious thoughts, perhaps the seedlings of a poorly thought-out brazen plan. My job is to pretend that I do not notice, but I notice. And I like it. I like the attention. The bass bangs away, and the tingles I feel are a warmth of excitement and anticipation that begins to build in my midsection. The goosebumps racing across my skin intensify with these two new sets of eyes on me. I feel the dampness of sweat run down between my voluptuous breasts, every droplet runs and tickles down my cleavage before disappearing deep down the front of my dress. I also feel another dampness that seems to have grown larger between my thighs simply because of their gazes.
I look across the room to the bar. There is Tomas, with a new drink in hand, talking to a redhead woman who must be twenty years his junior. That dirty old man! Gosh, I love him. I wish him luck in my mind, the fleeting twinge of jealousy evaporating almost the instant it pops into my head. My focus is on these two guys who are openly gawking at me. The house beat the DJ bangs into my chest is perfect. I slowly turn so that my back is turned to my unsuspecting quarry. I close my eyes, feeling the energy, the attention of their stares, and the slowly building excitement of hunting their desires. Everything disappears: expectations of the night, the crowd, the redhead my man is trying to fuck... everything. It is just me and the booming baseline. I drift into a hypnotic state as my sexy body moves.
I am snapped back into reality when I sense someone big close behind me. As I become aware of someone's presence, I feel a mysterious hand on my left hip. Blondie steps in front of me and slowly dances closer. He keeps coming until his right thigh is bumping against my crotch and my face is only inches from his well-formed chest. I assume the hand on my hip belongs to Curly, but I don't look back. I simply bend over to press my ass into whoever is back there. I feel his belt buckle dig into the meat of my ass. I use the opportunity to smile at Blondie and speak softly in my sexiest voice directly into his ear, "Hi sexy, my name is Lindsay."
I don't wait for him to answer back, I keep dancing. I don't give a shit about his or his friend's name. I want his smile, his chest, and his youthful exuberance. I also need the massive member that is now running along the crack of my ass and into my back. Apparently, Curly is well-gifted below the waist. I use the beat to position my ass cheeks perfectly against his eagerness and bounce off of him. He responds by grinding harder against me, but his grip on my hip is still tentative. I wrap my arms around the neck of Blondie, my right hand grips the back of his head, my fingers combing into his wild hair. I stare into his bright blue eyes, I bite my bottom lip, and I give him my best "fuck me" look. His smile melts into an almost drooling mouth-agape stare. I win. I always win.
I grind hard against the amazing cock I feel against my back through Curly's jeans. In doing so, the bottom of my dress starts to roll up my thighs and over the back of my ass. I make no move to pull the material back down. I can feel the swollen heat and the pulsing of his gift through the entrapment of his denim. I cannot help but give an excited shiver. I lean forward, rest my head against Blondie's shoulder, and softly moan into his ear. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back to kiss him. There is no resistance our lips make contact and my tongue seeks relief from my building lust. I reach down, to find Curly's hand still on my hip. I slide his hand inside my thigh just under the hem of my dress. I make sure the dampness of my eagerness guides his fingers to where I want him. He doesn't need any extra help finding what I want, I feel his grip tighten around the inside flesh of my thigh. A new hot flush of excitement runs from deep within me and onto his eager fingertips. He reaches a bit more following the wet warmth streaming from deep inside of me. I sigh into Blondie's kiss as Curly slowly slips two fingers into my pussy. I tremble as his fingers work in and out with ease, enjoying the sensations of the driving bassline, Blondie's kiss and exploring tongue, and the growing tingling and warmth being teased by Curly. I want more.
The growing tingles are almost too much, and it is way too out in the open to cum on the dance floor. I pull Blondie's head away using my clutch of his hair to leverage my way free. I turn around and bend over, putting my hands on my knees, shoving my ass into Blondie's crotch. Blondie grabs my hips with both hands and begins to grind against me, smearing the excitement Curly had managed to coax out of me creating a wet streak across Blondie's pants. My nose is nearly against the large pulsing protrusion in Curly's jeans. I put my mouth against it briefly, forgetting that I was in public, and slightly bit down. Curly was a good boy and took it, slightly grinding his cock into my face. I attempt to make all of this look like we are dancing, but the crowd is starting to notice our fun.
I look toward the bar and find Tomas staring hard at me. He is sitting at the bar, his drink still in hand. The redhead he was talking to was nowhere to be found. His large hand resting on the bulge in his slacks makes it very clear that he has been watching the three of us. That dirty old man. Tomas notices that I am looking directly at him, he smiles and nods. Then turns to the bartender and leans over the bar to order. Good, he can remember his role tonight. We will need his experience and control.
