The Dance

The Dance

You find yourself sitting in the hotel bar having a drink, not wanting to think about you day. You hear the soft music in the background. The bartender is busy flirting with someone as you wait for another drink. You just want her to notice that you need another refill. You hear a husky laugh, you turn searching for it, when she walks in. You are stunned, she is so beautiful, the woman walking in is wearing a dark purple dress -- the bodice is like a halter top, and the skirt fans out as she saunters in. The skirt caresses her legs as she moves. You can't resist watching her. She has long, wavy, dark hair, one of you weaknesses. You notice that she is tanned and has dark mysterious eyes. You feel like you could just sink into them if you had the chance. 

She smiles at you and walks toward you. You hear her asking if she can sit next to you, but you just stare at her. She asks you again if the seat next to you is empty, and you finally nod. She smiles at you and asks if you want another drink, you are so tongue tied you just nod. She gets the bartenders attention and points to your drink and asks for a Cosmo with a lime twist. She looks at you and smiles. She asks you if you have a name and you finally respond with your name, she tells you hers and then asks if you would like to dance.

 In your mind you have so much you want to say and do but you can't seem to speak. You just nod and follow her to the dance floor. She slides into your arms like she has always danced with you. She follows your lead. You pull her closer to you, enfolding her in your arms. She melts against you, laying her head on your shoulder. The music changes but you continue to dance in your own world. Unconsciously you begun sliding your hands on her back, her skin so smooth and warm, you notice her dress is backless and dips quite low. She almost purrs as you stroke her back. You feel her shiver in your arms. She responds to your every touch. It drives you wild. 

You want her like no one else. You can't fathom it. She sighs softly. You tuck her in tighter to your body, caressing her shoulders down her back and sliding down her ass, lightly stroking her, wanting to press her closer. She slides her hands between your bodies and caresses you. The two of you continue to dance this way close, touching, feeling the beat of the music. Your blood is on fire, you want to taste her; it’s almost a need that's coursing through your veins. She turns her head toward your neck and flicks her tongue out sliding it up nibbling her way back down to your collar bone. You hiss as you feel her nibbling on you. Your body is so aroused as you continue to touch her and she you. You both are wrapped in each other’s arms in a sensual haze. No words or thoughts intrude; only sensations and feelings. They become stronger with each song that you dance to. Both of you being seduced by each other, by the music, by the need growing between you. 

You dance her back toward a darkened corner of the room, you know that there are only 3 other people in the room and no one is in the area that you are leading her too. You press her against the wall as you gaze down into her eyes. She is as aroused as you are. You can see that her nipples are tight buds against her dress. You slide your hands up her tummy and cup her breasts sliding your thumbs across her nipples. She sucks in a breath and gazes up at you. You love watching her eyes, you can read what she is feeling as you continue to stroke her nipples, pinching them a little, and you hear her gasp. 

She twines her arms around your neck and pulls you close, whispering that the dress unties at the neck. You slide your hands up her back and gently pull the tie, pressing her back against the wall shielding her from on lookers you look your fill, never having dreamt any of this encounter. You watch her as she slides her hands up to her breasts and caresses them while you watch; she offers them up to you. Leaning close you nuzzle her as you slide your tongue over one nipple and begin massaging the other one. She groans as you taste her. She runs her hands through your hair as she tries to press you closer. You switch to the other one and nip at it to hear her moan. The sound she makes arouses you even more. 

You feel the texture of the wall and quickly spin her around to face the wall. You press against her knowing that her breasts will rub against the wall. You grab her hair and bare her neck and bite her listening to her pant, she presses back against you, groaning she relaxes. You whisper, asking her if her breasts feel good press against the wall; she doesn't respond until you ask her if she needs to feel your tongue sliding across her nipples. She tries to press closer to you but you grab both of her wrists and extend them up over her head using your shoulder to keep her against the wall; you slide your free hand around to her breast and being fondling it; you whisper all the things that you want to do to her and listen to her breathing change. 

You slide you hand down from her breast touching her soft skin; sliding it along the fabric that is bunched at her waist. You slowly gather the fabric in your free hand as you press her against the wall, sliding your hand down; splaying your hand across her abdomen. She gasps as your hand teases her; your finger sliding across the edge of her lacy panties. Slipping your finger under the lacy edge her breath hitches, you can feel her heat. She is so very hot. She presses against you hand, please she whispers. You tease her by sliding your finger up and down her; she is drenched. You ease one finger inside her and you whisper, cum for me. You kiss her deeply as she orgasms; you drink her as she continues to orgasm. 

Sliding another finger inside of her you whisper that she will have another amazing orgasm and not make a sound since you want to nibble on her. She whispers please. Sliding a third finger in you nibble and bite her neck, her body dances under your touch, She makes no sound as you feel her body clench up; you feel her clamp down on your fingers, milking them as wave after wave of orgasms roll through her. You find that sweet spot and work it furiously she is a mass of nerves feeling everything that you are doing to her body. She feels your fingers inside her as you tease and torment her breast. 

She is bound by her desire for you and what you are doing to her to realize that you are no longer holding her hands bound. You work her body to a fever pitch; she then feels your hand on her ass caressing her soft skin. Then she feels the coldness of the blade pressed against her skin. Using the blade oh so carefully you cut her panties off, she orgasms again leaning back against you. Pressing your arousal against her she realizes that she had missed some things going on. You slide into her and capture her mouth as she orgasms again. You drink her kiss until you feel that she has calmed down. You slide out of her, and fix her dress. 

She kneels down and slides her tongue on you, licking you clean. You watch as she picks up her panties and slips them into your jacket pocket. You help her up and escort her back to the bar where your drinks are still waiting. You help her onto the stool turning her to face the mirror, you tell her to close her eyes. She complies. You slide the blue velvet box out of your pocket and quietly open it taking out the garnet choker with the teardrop shaped crystal; you ask her to move her hair off of her neck you quickly drape the choker the way you want it and fasten it. You murmur that she may open her eyes. You watch her reaction in the mirror. 

The jeweler made the choker to your specifications and it’s more than perfect. The crystal is perfect nestled between her breasts. She looks stunning in the choker. You whisper happy birthday darlin'. She looks at you and smiles, thank you, my love; my birthday couldn't get better than this. She pulls you close and kisses you deeply. She’s already thinking about what she is going to do with her new present.

To Be Continued...

Kit Masters ©  Written September 20, 2010.