I see you enter the night club even though a large crowd has already gathered here. There is just something about you. Could it be because of your long hair? Maybe it is your black shimmering dress that comes down to mid thigh. The silky material looking almost wet and slippery in the constantly changing lights of the club. The lights being reflecting in a multitude of color as you glide across the crowded floor. Maybe it's the way your smooth tan shoulders are bare, or the way the shimmering dress molds itself over your enticing looking breasts, then down and over the flatness of your tummy, molding around your tight bottom before flowing to loose folds around your firm thighs. It has a nice plunging neckline that ends only a few inches above your belly button. Maybe it's the fact that the back of the dress is almost none existent. It opens all the way down to the beginning swell of your bottom, exposing your naked back to the world. It is very obvious, even from across the room, that you aren't wearing a bra as your nipples are standing erect, not that your firm 34B breasts needs one or that could wear one with this dress. Maybe it's the way your long tan legs look so elegant even with out stockings. Your heels perhaps, black open toed heels with leather straps running around and up your calf tying off just below the back of your knees.
The way you moved with a purpose yet holding back, waiting for something. And your eyes, so bright and exciting to gaze into. They seem to look over everyone as if you're searching for someone?
Even before you order your first drink men are approaching you for a dance or to get your drink for you. As you make your own way to the long polished bar, you turn down most, accepted others. Still, none of the men seem to be what you need tonight. It is a busy night and the bar itself seems to overflow with patrons. Between a couple of drinks and a few dances, you work your way down to the far end of the bar and around the corner near the waitress's station. It's darker here and more isolated then the rest. Ordering a vodka tonic with a twist of lime, you survey the club. Maybe tonight you would find what you were looking for. I watch as you sit on the tall barstool, gazing out over the sunken floor of the club. The multitude of tables filled to capacity, the large dance floor with bodies grinding away to the throbbing beat of the live band.
Several more men have tried, and failed, to entice you to more then just a dance or drink. Each one seems almost boyish in their attempts. There is one that doesn't seem to understand being turned down and actually is becoming a bit angry with you. You stand beside your barstool keeping it between yourself and him. As you try your best to be polite while he keeps rambling on and on.
As you stand there facing him, you feel warm fingers slide across the bare skin of your back. The feeling is almost electrifying. The touch, soft like a whisper of warm breath, yet there is a firmness to it. A knowing touch, an intimate caress without hesitation. Glancing back you can only make out a hand as it seems to float in the air. There is a small alcove at the end of the bar that you hadn't even noticed. It's completed shrouded in darkness from the way the lighting is arranged. Looking hard into the darkness you can just make out a shape, no details, no signs as to who I am. Turning back to the man talking at you allowing the fingers to continue, welcoming the touch. The caresses causing your own skin to warm and tingle. Your face to flush a little with excitement.
As you listen (almost) to this man drone on about how great you look and how wonderful he is you feel my hand on the back of your right thigh. A shudder runs up your spine as my other hand continues its gentle caress of your bare back. The hand slides lower almost to your knee and then slowly begins moving upwards. Finger tips brushing along the inside of your firm smooth thigh. You feel the back of your dress rising slowly as the hand moves higher. Before it reaches the juncture of your thighs it moves across to your left inner thighs. You skin feels so warm and smooth under my touch. You feel flush with the excitement of my intimate touch, especially in such a public place.
You realize the man talking at you is muttering something about you being a tease and moves off in search of easier prey. You sigh with relief that his is gone so you can better savor the hands touching you from the darkness. The warmth growing between your thighs. You take a step back and stand with your legs slightly apart giving invite to the intimate caresses.
You realize that this is what you were looking for all along. Not a man as much as the touch, the feeling. Of course the added excitement of it happening in a public place adds to the erotic sensations. My hand slides further up your inner thigh even higher this time. You can feel the edge of my fingers brushing lightly across the tiny strip of material covering your sex. You can feel the warmth of my fingers as you realize that you have already become very moist. Feeling your lips swelling with your own passion. Your clit begins to pulse with excitement. You shiver as my nails lightly scratch your inner thighs.
Turning my hand you feel it molding itself to your entire panty covered pussy. My fingers sliding along the moist silky material. Feeling the heat and moisture growing as I message your lips, the tips of my fingers sliding over your tingling clit. Tracing the little string cradled between your firm cheeks. Moaning softly as my fingers press the silky material between your swollen lips. Pressing back against my hand in need of a firmer touch, rolling your hips slowly as you feel your clit sliding between two fingers.
Savoring the sensations as I cup your firm bottom in my hand. Messaging each of your bare cheeks as my other hand joins in. Both of my hands under the back of your dress now, you feel the cool air in the club flowing across your wet skimpy g-string panties. Looking down to make sure the front of your dress still covers you, you see that your nipples have grown extremely hard and erect. They are practically begging for attention, aching to be touched. You know the back of your dress is raised high enough for my eyes to see your tight little ass cheeks. The little red silky strip rising up from between your cheeks looking so sexy to my eyes.
Taking another step back you encourage me to go further and of course I do. One hand continues its stroking of your ass while the other slowly begins to slide around your left hip under your dress. You find that you are holding your breath as my fingers, my hand inches closer to your erotic center. Just as my fingers reach the edge of your little g-string a waitress shows up and is talking to you. It actually takes you a moment before you realize she is wanting to know if the drink on the bar is yours. As you acknowledge that it is she stares at you for a moment longer. With an almost knowing little smile she hands you your drink before placing her order.
My fingers slide over the front panel of your little panties and down to cup your smolder pussy in my hand. A shudder runs through you as the waitress waits for her order and continues to glance over at you. Her eyes seem to take in every detail of your body as you feel yourself becoming even wetter. She seems to stare right at where my hand is and you wonder if she can see my hand moving under your dress. With a wink and blowing you a little kiss the waitress collects her order and moves back into the throng of patrons. You watch her very longs legs and tight little ass moving away and even see several hands copping a feel as her hands are full.
As you take a long sip of your drink you take another step back moving further into the darken alcove. You feel me standing now right behind you. The warmth of my body against your smooth bare back, the light spicy scent of my aftershave has you feeling warmer by the moment. The feel of my breath on your cheek and neck as fingers slide down over your moist panties. The palm of my hand pressing firmly against your hardening clit. Pressing your body back against mine as my fingers caress you so intimately in this public place. The other hand slips around your waist and up inside the front of your dress caressing your firm belly with slow circles that reach to the bottom of your breasts and down past your belly button.
I guide us both back a little further so we are enclosed in the dark shadows but so we can still observe the rest of the club and its patrons. You feel my breath across your ear and cheek as I whisper, "I know what you want. I'll give you what you need." My deep voice seems to rumble from my chest as you press back tighter against me. You can feel that I'm already hard as you grind your exposed ass back against me.
My fingers slipping under the little patch of material covering your sex. Glad that you took the time to make it nice and smooth before coming out tonight. As my finger slips further you gasp as it brushes against the exposed tip of your erect clit. The sensitive bud slipping free of its hood and the light touch of my finger feeling so good. Sliding my fingers lower I feel how moist you are already, your swollen lips parting for my exploring finger. My other hand has slid up to cup your firm breast, messaging your flesh as I moisten my fingers in your juices.
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