Dance with Kate

You decide that you're drunk enough for some dancing and push your way through the crowd, closer to where you saw Kate earlier. She's dancing with some guy you don't know, grinding against him. He's got her arms around her. You're a little envious of being in his position. Kate is a gorgeous woman, even if she's a little bit haughty.

The guy whispers something in her ear and her mood seems to change. She turns around, forcing her way out of his arms, and yells something at him that you can't understand over the pounding bass of the huge speakers. She stalks away and quite literally bumps right into you. "Oh! Andrew!" she says. She looks a little bit manic. Her pupils severely dilated, the black nearly overwhelming her clear blue eyes. You can't hear her words, but you can read her lips well enough to understand the intention. "It's so good to see you!" she shouts, loud enough this time that you can at least _sort of _hear her. "Dance?" she says/mouths, pointing at her feet.

Well, you've always been an awful dancer, but you aren't going to turn her down now. You stagger awkwardly to the beat of the music, your hands in the air. The real highlight is watching Kate. Her dancing is hardly practiced, but her body sways and moves to the rhythm, blonde hair twirling as she spins, her thick legs strutting confidently. She's dancing all over the place, but her eyes keep coming back to you. Slowly, the two of you come closer together until her back is right up against your chest. You feel her thick ass grinding against your cock, and you know she must feel you getting hard. She smiles at you over her shoulder and puts her hands on your arms.