Dancing

George felt totally exposed and ****, standing there at the bar facing the young woman who had spoken to him. The thin white linen jeans looked more like they had been painted on rather than made of fabric. Except that his hard-on was confined to the tightness of his left pants leg. Every contour of his cock was clearly outlined and the wet spot over his cockhead made the linen semi-transparent. Like a wet t-shirt contest. Only it was the tip of George’s dick that was on display instead of some girl’s nipples.

“Uh… you wanna dance?” George asked, somewhat lamely. What else could he say in such a situation?

The woman licked her lips provocatively before lifting her gaze to George’s face. “Sure. Why not?”

She turned to walk out onto the dance floor, apparently expecting him to follow, and called back over her shoulder, “What’s your name, by the way?”

He told her and she replied hers was Sherry. The brief walk to the wooden floor in the center of the club afforded George the chance to ‘check her out’. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her body was slender but shapely, and her long legs looked even longer in those denim short-shorts she was wearing.

The speakers blared out a fast song, and George and Sherry danced about a foot apart. She circled all around him, prancing in those black high-heels of hers. Frequently she would brush her fanny against his cock and then, spinning around to step away, her fingers would brush against the inside of his left thigh.

When the music changed, Sherry backed herself into him, nestled her butt into George’s crotch. Her hips rotated to the rhythm, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her ass to gyrate around in a cork-screwing fashion. It was like getting a standing lap dance.

At one point, Sherry reached behind her, wedging her hand in between her ass and his crotch, groping him there. With her other hand, she reached up behind George’s neck and she leaned her head back, saying, “Wow, you’re all sticky down there. You’ve been leaking even more pre-cum, haven’t you?”

Again, George was at a loss for words. All he could do was sway to the music and rub his hands along her hips and sliding them over to the tops of her bare thighs. Her hand squeezing his erection embolden him to brush his fingertips over her crotch. The front of her tight short-shorts were not completely dry, either.

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“I think you are about to cum, George, aren’t you?” Sherry asked as she continued to move her hand up and down over George’s imprisoned cock. “Would you like that?” she asked. “Would you like for me to finish you off here and now?”

“Y-yes,” George panted, tormented to the very edge. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his breathing was ragged. Just another stroke of two and he would….

“Wh-what?” he gasped, his eyes lying wide open as Sherry took a step forward and turned around to face him.

“Wow, George!” she exclaimed, her own green eyes wide in mock-shock. “I could already feel it twitching. You were just about to spurt, weren’t you?”

She giggled and turned to back into him, resuming her grinding motion into George’s crotch. “Good thing that I stopped when I did, huh? Otherwise, you would have made such a mess in those tight white jeans of yours.”