She moved across the dance floor, hips swaying hypnotically in time to the beat as she sought her target. The taut fabric of her dress clung like a second skin showing nothing yet revealing everything. Eyes followed her progress, heads turning as she passed, all wishing to be the focus of her emerald gaze but she was oblivious to them all. Only one person was of interest to her and until she found him no one could distract her.
She paused in the middle of a throng of dancers, eyes widening and a smile spreading wider. He was facing away and unaware of her presence but she knew: He was the one. The constantly moving crowd offered no resistance as she threaded her way through it, making her way to him. She leaned in and spoke in his ear just loud enough to be heard.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come with me. Now”
Not waiting for an answer she seized his hand and led him rapidly away from the dance floor and into the gloomy shadows that hugged the walls. The corners of the room were littered with a haphazard collection of tables and chairs, long deserted while their occupants gyrated on the dance floor. Leading him onwards she reached a suitable table and spun around to face him, pulling him in. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her and his lips met her upturned mouth. Focussed only on each other they kissed deeply, ravenously, both hungry for the other.
She pressed her hand firmly on his chest and pushed him back, breaking the kiss. He looked confused, wondering what he had done wrong until she placed her hands either side of his head and pulled him back until his ear was beside her mouth.
“I want to feel that talented tongue of yours. Now. Here” she said placing his hand against her crotch.
His eyes widened and his gaze darted around the room, scanning briefly for spectators. Satisfied there were none close enough to be of concern he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her onto the edge of the table before dropping to his knees between her legs. Running his hands up her calves he eased the material of her dress upwards and her legs apart, exposing the toned flesh that her dress had barely concealed. He kissed the inside of one knee tenderly as his hands continued their relentless progress along her thighs followed closely by his mouth. His pulse was thumping in his ears, nearly drowning the music as he neared the damp heat between her thighs.
The delicious scent of her arousal filled his senses and he paused, his mouth poised millimetres from contact, relishing the anticipation. She felt his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh and, unable to wait she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him against her. Wasting no time his tongue slipped easily into the entrance of her aroused pussy and he began to feast on her dripping flesh. Hungrily he devoured her. Each flick of his tongue across her swollen clit brought a fresh muscular ripple through her thighs. Her hips bucked, thrusting her pussy harder against his mouth and riding his tongue as it plunged deeper inside her. He kept her writhing, switching his focus between her clit and swollen lips, edging her closer and closer to climax until her thighs clasped tightly around his head and he tasted the orgasm as pleasure flowed through her.
He stood, lips glistening with her juices and leaned in to kiss her waiting mouth. She responded instantly, loving the taste of herself on him. Her feet pressed into the small of his back, drawing him firmly between her thighs but careful to leave a little space between them. Reaching between them she made short work of his belt buckle and eased the zip of his trousers down, exposing his achingly hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and stroked it tenderly, enjoying the feeling of his silky smooth hard flesh, like warm polished marble. She imagined she could feel it throbbing in her grip and relaxed her grasp not wanting him to finish too quickly, she needed more from him yet.
Applying pressure with her feet she coaxed him forward, guiding the tip of his cock with her hand until she felt it's heat pressing against her dripping slit. Her lips parted, welcoming him readily as he eased inside, slowly filling her. Only when she felt his short cropped hairs against her smooth skin did she ease the pressure on his back and let him begin to thrust at his own pace.
Starting slowly, he rocked back and forth, enjoying the tight wet grip of her pussy around his throbbing cock as he moved. He closed his eyes, shutting out the distraction of the flashing lights as he immersed himself in the sensations of the moment. Pleasure filled him, radiating outwards from his groin.
Her hips rocked in time to his movements and her feet stayed firmly against his back as they thrust against each other. He filled her perfectly, just as she remembered, and this position, on the edge of the table let the tip of his cock reach the magic spot inside her. Each touch sent waves of ecstasy rippling through her, each sharper and more intense than the last. She felt the pressure building, nerves on fire as another climax grew inside her, slowly swelling like a balloon, increasing with each pistonlike thrust.
A cold ripple raced down his spine like ice sliding down his back and he felt his balls tighten, a sure sign that he was about to lose what little control he retained to his imminent orgasm. His pace accelerated and he thrust between her thighs with rapid abandon, feeling her muscles clench him tightly as she sought to match his timing. His pace faltered, cock swelling impossibly hard and a strangled gasp escaped his throat as his balls emptied themselves in a series of slow, hard pulses. She felt him cum deep inside her and it pushed her over the edge. The orgasm raced through her and she clenched everything around him, milking the last drops from him and making his knees almost buckle beneath him as his over sensitized cock was gripped tightly as if by a third hand.
He stood, forehead resting on her shoulder, unable or unwilling to move as he slowly deflated inside her. She looked around, checking to see if anyone had noticed their performance. The dancers were seemingly oblivious with no one obviously gazing their way. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, feeling him pull out of her followed by a trickle of their combined juices pooling on the edge of the table. As he stepped back and refastened his trousers she dropped to the floor and let her dress fall back into place.
"That", she said "was every bit as good as I remembered. I'll see you next week"
Without waiting for a response she winked, turned and walked back onto the dance floor in search of her friends, ignoring the slow dribble of warm fluid that leaked down her inner thigh as she went.
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