Mist in the night
Dance clubs can be so intimidating. the expectations,
the sweaty bodies rubbing together replacing everyday
conversation. The club is packed today and I'm not
an aggressive guy anyway, so I enjoy watching people interact
with one another, but when it's this crowded I start
to turn off and just watch.
Wow, You've got to see this. There's this really
tall and lanky guy, you know the Brad Pitt type and he's
dancing with this girl chest to back and his hands are cupping
her tits underneath her top. Man! She sees me watching her
so I turn away embarrasingly. Slowly, I return just in time
to watch them at it again as one of his hands ever so cautiously
meanders its way down towards her tight hip hugging jeans.
He's obviously experienced at this, he unfastens
the top button, and his hand disapears quitely into her
womanhood. Her tongue tenderly touches her lips as she
closes her eyes. Her knees buckle as she groans. She arches
her back and momentarily forgets where she is. With a quiet
gasp and not to cause too much attention his once emerced
hand reappears in hers. With obvious excitement she turns
around with eyes of lust and whispers in his ear, Now,
I want you to take me home and FUCK ME until the sun rises.
With that she snatches his hand and leads him out. He's
gonna have some fun tonight. I thought to myself
Things were beginning to die down a little bit.
Not quite
as much dancing, but there was this mist that was refreshing,
but made it difficult to see. I was observing again and as
the dancers parted a beautiful red-headed woman appeared
sitting alone across the dance floor much like I am. Her
skin was like Ivory Soap with freckles all about. She had
a slender figure. Amazing, she's watching the dancers
just like me. With that she must have seen me watching...Our
eyes met, but I didn't turn away this time. Instead
she crossed her legs under the table and began circling
her martini glass with her index finger. All while gazing
through me. Inviting me to proceed. Wanting me, I couldn't
resist, I was spellbound. Confidently, I walked across
the floor, never taking my eyes off her. She invited me to
sit next to her with a simple nod. No words, no achnowlegement.
We sat together for what seemed like hours. Finally, I gently
kissed her shoulder and she gasped unexpectedly but gave
me no objections. She tilted her neck away inviting me for
more and I could feel her heart pounding.
Her hand began rubbing my thigh and I was surprised how arroused
I was. My kisses became more intense as I began to ease my
way up her leg. Her legs cautiously part inviting my touch.
First, teasingly I raked the back of my fingernails on her
knee. She looks at me poutingly. Now her leg is strattled
over my lap and begins thrusting gently.
She's driving
me crazy. I begin touching more firmly as I work my fingers
down. Her slinky red dress reveals that she's not wearing
any panties and carefully, I probe her most sacred place.
Her thrusts become more and more intense. Please,
you have to stop. she says firmly, We'll
get caught.
Without a word I descretely made sure I wasn't being
watched and with a firm yet passionate tone I told her I've
wanted to do this the first time I laid eyes on you but you
can't let anyone know what's happening.
I slipped underneath the table and reassured her that everything
would be alright. Her legs were long and lean, freckles
as far as one could see. She gazes at me eagerly...Look
at the dancers I demanded, but think of me.
She was already dripping wet. She slid her pelvis forward
as I began licking and probing and teasing. She began rocking
her pelvis again while guiding my face. She tastes like
sweet nectar as my pace quickens. Her thighs are wide appart
now and she glances down at me. Oooooohhhh, yeahhhh
just like that. My pace quickens still. My fingers
find their way into her dwelling as her pelvis begins to
gyrate. Caringly she looks down at me begs me to stop. I'm
gonna Cum if you continue. Realizing she's
not going to get me to stop she submits. Our hearts race and
I'm at a torrid pace now. Licking her little stick of
dynomite until she can't take it anymore.
Four fingers
are in her pussy and I'm licking her at a feverish pace.
Oh God, she mutters as she firmly grasps
the back of my head. I'm cumming, eat me eat me,
I'm cumming. She spews with delight all over
my face for what seems to be hours. Her face is flush with
excitement and she can't stop shaking. After I while
I found my way to my seat next to her as if I dropped my napkin
and couldn't find where it was.
The dancers are dispursed, and nobody seemed to have any
idea what happened. Were we that discrete? NO BODY knew
what was going on? The mist seemed to be getting worse so
I turned and suggested to her that we leave. But, in the seat
next to me was....nobody and across the dance floor at the
table she once occupied sat that lonely martini glass.