Dance!

"M- Michael!" He blurts out with an awkward laugh, trying his best to draw his eyes back to meet hers and away from her alluring chest. She knows exactly what she's doing. Her flirty, naughty smile never leaving her lips while he struggles to regain his composure. The entire time aware of a tightening in his pants, his body reacting as it should to such natural, effortless sex appeal.

She laughs again. A warm, genuine laugh which sends a rush of euphoria through me. "MuhMichael. Is that Spanish?" She teases as she slips her left hand into mine, his body reacting instinctively to her advances, willingly and immediately accepting her dainty hand. With her right, she delicately and swiftly steals his drink from his hand, before taking a slow slip. Her eyes never leaving mine. She places the glass back into his hand and seductively licks her lips. Michael's heart is pounding in his chest. Every primal instinct inside of his brain begging himto take her and bring her somewhere private. "I'm Sophia by the way. You look like you need some fun..." The last word just hangs in the air for a moment. The emphasis on the word makes her intentions clear.

Michael nods quickly, which earns another warm smile from Sophia. He feels another surge of warmth flood through him as he manages to hold a woman's interest for longer than 15 seconds. "I'd really love that! Just know I have two left feet and it's your job to make me look good. Deal?" He smile down at her. The difference in our heights makes it so easy to look down her top. It's as if this woman is made for me.

"Deal." She purrs in Michael's ear, leaning closer and up onto her toes in order to do so. Judging by the jealous looks he's been getting from other guys in the room, she seems to be fulfilling her side of the deal effortlessly. he's never had so many guys look at him before as if they wanted to be me. It's intoxicating! Michael shrugs to a small group of guys who were watching the interaction, as if studying it to see if they could learn anything from it.

Quinton and Ethan have long since faded into the back of Michael's mind as he follow the shapely ass of Sophia towards the middle of the dance floor. Her hand still in mine as the crowd of intoxicated, uncoordinated club goers seem to part like the red sea for her. She makes a beeline toward the middle of the dancefloor, where the lights strobe and swing above us. The flickering, pulsing lights bask the other people in the room in strange lights. Illuminating them just for a moment before basking them in darkness again. Sophia seems satisfied with the spot we find ourselves in, as she turns around to face me. Her hands move on top of mine and gently guide them down from her shoulders, down her sides, before finally resting on her hips. She gives him a suggestive wink before she starts to dance slowly.

Time seems to move differently as she dances. As if seconds are stretched into minutes and minutes stretched out into hours. He haven't felt this present in the moment in a long, long time. Her hips move perfectly with the bass. It's as if she's in perfect sync with the music. Her body swaying seductively and intoxicatingly under the club lights. Each flicker allows just a momentary glimpse of her incredible body before shutting off again. He wanted more, needed more... She seems to sense this too as she takes his hands off of her hips for a moment, before turning around gently guiding him to wrap them around her. His hands moving to her opposite hip. In this position, we're pressed up against each other. Her back is pressed up against his chest. Her head is gently resting on his shoulder. Her gorgeous hair brushing against his arm as she continues to sway and gyrate to the beat. It seems to get louder and faster, her body reflecting the change in tempo perfectly. Her soft ass gently grinds against Micahel's throbbing cock, teasing it expertly. She can feel his throbbing cock firmly pressing against her ass. She doesn't care... If anything it spurs her on. Her ass swinging to the beat, rubbing against his cock and making it impossible to think about anything else.

Michael doesn't wait this time for an invitation. The **** is doing it's job perfectly now. Liquid confidence flowing through his body, clouding his judgement and inspiring him to be bolder than he normally would be. His hands leave her hips and meet at her stomach. Then, in time with the music, he slowly slide them up her body, before gently cupping her breasts. She moans at his touch, her ass pressing against him harder in response. Her breath is coming faster and faster now. It must have been the right move to make because before he realize what's happening, her lips have met mine. Her left hand is behind his head, pressing him down into the kiss. She has her head resting on his shoulder, tilted back to allow him access to her lips. His right hand is on her breast, his left on her hip as he eagerly return the kiss. Her seductive, teasing persona appears to be slipping and making way for a more primal and lustful one.

Slowly, she breaks from the kiss. Her hand moves from his head as she turns around to face him once more. This time, her pupils are dilated and she has a wild look in her eyes. A hunger that needs to be satisfied. Her hand reaches up and grabs him by the shirt, forcing him to bend down so she can whisper in his ear. Words henever thought I'd hear a woman say the first time hemet them. Let alone within an hour of meeting them...

"Fuck me."