You sneak into one of my dance parties. As an alien, a not-dancer, you go there specifically to spy on me. When you get to the place you get taken by the atmosphere, it is dark with only party lights, the sound is deafeningly loud, there is a beautiful dance floor with a lot of couples dancing but there is also enough space for them to dance freely. I’m one among them. What you didn’t expect was the style being danced to be so incredibly sexy. You look at me for five seconds and get an instant hard on.
The music playing is slow, pungent, sensual and my dance partner is swaying me slowly, using the rhythm to make me move my hips while we both go down and up. “This is not Normal” you think to yourself. You’ve seen couple dance before and that is not how it’s done; what you saw had space between the dancers. Here we are so close together not one molecule of air can squeeze between my partner and I. Looking at us you cannot tell who is leading and who is following, it’s as if we were one. Then he dips me back, I am firmly holding his right leg between mine for support and leaning back until my hair is touching the floor, all this time I had my eyes closed but when I’m coming back from the dip I open them slightly to see you there, looking right into my cleavage. I look back right into your eyes and you see me, I look to the deep of you, in that way you know from our bedroom talks, and I give you that monalisa smile.
The music changes and a hard beat starts banging, and I’m leaded to faster movements to follow the song, there are a lot of bum movements, body rolls, turns, head’s swaying, it’s something so unique as you have never seen. When I’m being turned and turned you take in what I’m dressing. It’s a red dress, so nice you want to shred it out of my body with your teeth. It’s tight to the waist, with red sequins in the breasts area and a shiny silky skirt that flows around me, from the waist down, as I dance. Right then it goes up with the turning and you are hit with the vision of my red underwear, minuscule red panties, with a fine row of shiny stuff on the strap. You are happy for the loud music as no one hears your moaning.
You need a drink. You so fucking need a drink! So, you go to the bar at the end of the song. You are waiting for your needed alcohol dosage when you feel someone close to you. Looking to your side you find me. I give you a full smile but act as if I didn’t know you much or really. I do the nonsense regular small talk, the “how are you”, and before I can go much further than that a new song starts and you see a pretty boy running, truly running, across the dance floor, half gliding, to get me for a dance.
You get your drink and get comfortable in one of the couches around the dance floor to watch. Actually, not very comfortable as the bulge between your legs doesn’t seem to settle down. You check on all the girls and get a chance to see a lot of beautiful legs, some breasts almost coming out and others quite visible inside some loose tops with all the movement going on, but you are bias, you find me the hottest, sexiest and absolutely the sexier dancer. You find me so light, so graceful and so sensual you wish you could dance like that. But half of your impressions are mixed, because when you see me dipping you half see what I have done to you previously, in another night, in a half lit bedroom: you see me, with your cock all the way inside me, and I’m dipping back held by your arms; when you see me dancing you half imagine what I have danced on top of you, and while I am still dressed you can see me exactly how I would look doing that naked, as I have done for you. So you give up on watching anyone else and surrender to the inevitable: watching me the whole time.
I know you are there and now and then I look at you, sometimes with a cheeky smile, sometimes with hazy eyes, sometimes with an open naughty face. Somehow you survive a few more songs. You find me amazing, I seem to be able to follow any dancer, you see the other girls making mistakes or getting lost, but I seem to be always in control, to know exactly what is coming next, to be able to follow any leads; on top of that you can feel my pleasure, my passion, my love for dancing emanating from me.
You get jealous, all those guys are taking a bit of me. The tracing hands on my arms, on my waist look like not exactly proper. The way they dip me and almost kiss my belly button in the process; the way they make me body roll slowly along theirs gluing breasts, then belly, then hips to theirs; you want to rip me off their hands and have me there, right there in the middle of the dance floor for them all to see and you want to scream: Now, who is the boss!
But you don’t. Then another song starts a tall dancer gets me for a dance and he gets another girl too. The other woman is my best friend, a beauty. And you watch almost drooling with your mouth open as he leads us, one in each hand. We have to move together, each of us get in the middle once, with the others glued to both sides, without loosing a beat of the music, I am led to dip against my friend and her against me, we turn and go around each other, we move the hips exactly the same way and our leader is so good its like a ballet. People stop to watch and by the end of the music some people applaud giving us compliments. By then you are drooling. Your imagination is seeing us both, my friend and I, in the same bed as you. You even forget you were jealous. We meet again at the bar, you going for another drink and I’m asking for a lemonade. I look at you with my constantly bright eyes. “There are nothing like a sober dancer’s look”, you think, you realise that one of the things that are different about me is that when I look drunk is from pleasure and love making, from sex and climax, not alcohol, different from other girls… I drink my lemonade and when I put it back I whisper in your ear: “I want you to do me tonight”. You want to howl not only with that but because you can smell me and you can feel that other than my perfume and my sweat, you can identify the smell of my excited pussy. You understand there is no way to dance like that, especially with a Brazilian-waxed pussy rubbing against the guys legs without getting aroused.
There are less dancers on the floor now, its getting late. You see me dancing with the pretty boy again and think we have a special connection. You realise I seem to feel more comfortable with him than the others. But his comfort doesn’t last long as another dancer steals me from him, during the music, maintaining the rhythm. You are not sure exactly what is happening but a little after that another dancer steals me and suddenly you see five guys fighting for me in the dance floor, they go around me one steeling me from the hands of the other, getting more and more excited, people are again stopping to watch. Then two of them sandwich me in between them, all that in the song. When we finish I’m laughing hard exuberant with pleasure.
A few songs later the party is finished. You see me whispering something at the pretty boy’s ear and then we both come to you. You didn’t know what to expect but all you got was:
‘Let’s go? I asked my dance partner to join us.’ And then we go. You drive to my house, the three of us in the car. When we get to my apartment I put music in the living room where I have a good dancing space. I sit you down in an uncomfortable chair, looking to this space, I sit on you and kiss you until your head is spinning. I kiss you for a whole song while the pretty boy watches.
When the next song starts I go to dance with him. I close my eyes and throw myself into the song. You see now that we are starting from where we left on the dance floor. His hands start to go where they stopped in public, his traces don’t stop at the waist and go down to my bum, then the traces on the arms go to my breasts, his head is not above my shoulder anymore as his mouth is on my neck kissing it. He turns me to be with my back against him and I can feel his erection. Meanwhile his hands are all over the front of me and my eyes are all over you. I smile at you with my naughtiest smile… he starts to undress me.
I close my eyes again and throw myself into the moment. It’s not a quick thing, it takes us some songs to get undressed, we explore the whole space, we make out against the walls, we glide to the floor, slowly loosing one and another piece of clothing. He takes his time kissing me all over but dancing all the time and gets me to the floor to taste my pussy, he holds me up and brings me down, dips me and dips himself, we do movements no-one thought possible, we explore all the surfaces of the place. You watch as we touch, and explore each other. You feel so aroused you think your rod is going to explode your pants. You thought the dance was sexy but that dance, that naked dance between four walls, was the sexier thing you have ever seen. And you know that is what I wanted to show you.
During the whole thing we are quiet. You can only hear the music and a few soft very low panting and moaning sounds.
You can smell when I climax in his mouth, and you are so jealous when I get his cock into mine. I make him cum between my breasts, kneeled to the floor while he is against a wall. You almost wish he had penetrated me but he didn’t. That night, that part, was for you.
None of us say a word. I take the boy’s hand and take him to the bathroom, shoving him in the shower, I get in too washing myself for you. I hear you moving in the kitchen. I get out of the bath before him and leave him a fresh towel.
I get myself dry and go to you. With one smile you get exactly what I mean now: It’s your turn. You cannot believe how hungry I still seem to be. Once more I kiss you and although you want to devour me I don’t let you. I hold your hands behind you and every time your kiss wants to go too deep I withdraw and smile and start again to make you behave. When my partner is out of the toilet he gets dressed but I don’t even see it as I am totally concentrated in you now.
When I realise he is dressed I stop for a brief moment to give him a kiss, say thanks and let him leave. When I hear the door closing I say just one thing to you:
“I’m yours”
Then you have me, you take me, you do me, you make me ride the pony, you get inside me, you give it to me and give me your love… I undress you and eat your erection, I devour you, I let your kisses deepen and go all the way, I take you into my juicy opening and I cannot believe how wet I am. I seem to get more wet at you than normal. I let you take me all over my place again, I let you explore all the positions you want, I hold you tight, I bite you and I moan loud for you. I ask you for more and implore you to go deeper and harder.
When you are near climaxing I get you out and don’t let you. I cool you down with kisses and give you ice to put in your mouth to lick me. I ask you to punish me for being such a bad girl right in front of you. And you do. You punish me with revenge. You punish me with so much pleasure I think I will explode.
You smack my bum and take me like a mad dog. But again I stop you and cool you down.
You feel like crying so desperate you are to spill yourself all over me. I bring a chair to the bedroom and sit you there saying only to stay. You watch me while I tie two long scarves at the feet of the bed that are on the other side from you. I bring the other side of the scarves to the top of the bed.
Then I lean on the bed with my bum up totally exposed to you, legs open, I know you have a perfect vision. With one hand I hold one butt cheek open, with the other I lick some fingers to get the saliva to both my entrances. Then I put my fingers into it too. I repeat the process a few times to get it all wet. I look at you then, to the side of me, from the bed, I look at you. When I’m done I hold the scarves, one with each hand and say to you to come and drive yourself into me all the way, in one strong go, and hard. To both ways like you love to do. To punish me until you get your orgasm deep into me…
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