The Girl – part 1.

I look across the dance floor, full of dancers, and see her. Looking even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. When we’d met, we had talked, and gotten to know each other, but there wasn’t time for more than a quick hug, a chaste kiss and a wonderful grope.

Now there she is. I quickly thread my way among the dancing couples and come up behind her. I work my way right up to her and whisper “Hello Beautiful” into her ear. She spins around unable to identify my voice above the sound of the music. A shocked smile spreads across her lovely face. I ask her if she would like to dance, her answer “for a little bit” and a devious smile flashes across her face.

We make our way onto the dance floor, her soft hand in mine, and I attempt to dance. The song is a slow one, so I pull her close, relishing in the feel of her body against mine. I can smell her shampoo, a nice fruity smell that I can’t quite place. I wonder if she can hear my heart beating, the thudding is very loud in my ears. I’m not a good dancer, and she is too much of a distraction to really want to concentrate on dancing.

I lean down and whisper into her ear how beautiful she is, and that I’m glad I get to dance with her. Then I gently pull her ear lobe into my mouth, and nibble on it. I then trace the nape of her neck with kisses, light butterfly kisses. Her skin is so soft and smells delicious. My hands are at the small of her back, keeping her close.

One more kiss to her neck, and I straighten back up. I find she’s looking at me, her eyes dancing with lust. I find her luscious lips with mine and begin with a most enviable task. Her lips are soft, yet strong. She’s a wonderful kisser. My eyes snap shut, allowing me to concentrate on the feelings of our lips dancing. I suck her lower lip into my mouth and play with it. Her tongue is searching for mine, and the taste of her mouth is divine. Her hands move up to my head and her fingers run through my hair. The feelings are overwhelming, arousing, wonderful.

The world seems to have disappeared, the music silenced, the dancers vanished. All that exists is her body pressed against mine, and the duel of our lips.

Suddenly we realize that it is quiet, the song has ended. The kiss ends with the anticipation that another one will start soon. The world slowly comes back into focus. We stumble our way off to the side of the dance floor and find a table to sit at.

The table is a low one with a couch for seating, I sink into it, and she sits down sideways on my lap, her arms wrap around my neck. The sparring of our tongues continues. She giggles a bit as my mustache and goatee tickle her face. Her hair falls around us, the soft tresses caressing my face. My left hand moves up and runs through her hair. My right hand rests on her left leg, and slowly moves up from her knee to her hip. The silky fabric of her dress is cool to my touch. Through it I can feel the heat of her body. My hand skims up to her ribs, brushing the side of her breast. She wiggles a bit from a ticklish spot being touched.

My hand moves to fondle her left breast, and she lets out a quiet moan. Her breast is soft and heavy. I can feel her nipple, through her dress, harden at my touch. My erection is digging into her thigh, and is becoming uncomfortable. I shift slightly to relieve some of the pressure. She pulls up her dress slightly and turns to straddle me. In the dim light I can see that she isn’t wearing any panties. The smell of her arousal drifts to my nose, and makes my mouth water.

Her chest is in my face, and I look quickly to see if anyone is watching us. Everyone else is busy, and not paying us a bit of attention. I begin to kiss all the exposed cleavage. If the sounds she’s making are any indication, she enjoys this. I reach up and pull the material of her dress aside. My hands and mouth seek her nipples. They are very erect, straining for attention. I run my tongue around an areola. It hardens at the touch and coolness of moisture. Her hands are pulling my head to her. I draw a nipple into my mouth, gently biting it, sucking it. I then continue to kiss the rest of her breasts. The sides, the bottoms, gently lifting them.

I return to the nipples, sucking first one and then the other into my mouth. The taste of her skin is as I had imagined it. Sweet and wonderful. My hands move around to her sides, down to her buttocks and I pull her close, pushing my erection against her. I want her now, right here. As I’m thinking that, she reaches between us, her hands moving down to my pants, she unbuttons and unzips them… her fingers grasping for and squeezing my hard cock.

I glance around again. I can’t believe she’s doing this in public! Her body feels so good, her hand feels even better. I let out a little groan as she begins to stroke my cock. After several quick strokes, she shifts her body forward, pushes my cock between her legs and slowly lowers herself on to me. We both groan fairly loudly, then glance around making sure no one heard us. The feeling, the hot, wet, slippery pussy, is heavenly. I pull her closer, pushing myself in as far as possible. I hold her tight, just luxuriating in the feeling. I pull her head to me and kiss her passionately again. My hands find their way to her breasts, and my fingers begin to tweak her nipples.

She leans over to my ear and tells me how much she is enjoying this. She is short of breath and having problems talking. I slide down lower on the couch, and she begins to move. Up and down. My cock goes in and out…doing this in public with such a beautiful woman, it is almost too much. She can sense that I won’t last much longer if she keeps this up, so she changes the movement. First she begins to move her whole body forward and back, then she moves her hips in circles. I reach down between us and begin to rub her clit.

She begins to moan loudly, I attempt to pull my hand away, afraid that someone will notice what we are doing. She feels that I’m trying to pull away. The sudden look on her face, and the whimper she makes tells me not to remove my hand.

At a lull in the music, several people hear the noises and turn our way to check out the cause. The couple making out at the other end of the couch stops to watch us. The sudden attention spurs her on, the noises get louder, and then she really begins to ride my cock. Her breasts pendulate with every movement. The watchers turn me on too, I won’t last much longer. Someone from the crowd moves forward and unzips the dress, then pulls it over her head. The crowd shows their approval by cheering.

It is too much, we both are getting close. My legs begin to shake. The sensations are building, my whole body is quivering. The sight of the full, round breasts swaying in front of me, the crowd watching, the hot, tight, slippery feeling of her pussy spasming with an orgasm pushes me over the edge. The titillation is too much for me, darkness closes in, and I pass out from the intensity.