Dancing

"Should we play another or you good?" I ask Doe.

"Uhm, I think I'll stop drinking for a bit, so lets wait till later to play another", she replies, "You want to check out the basement?"

The basement is currently being used as a dance floor, and I pick up on her invitation to dance. Of course, I agree.

The dance floor is dark, though not pitch black - if I look hard, I can make out faces. There are about 20 people dancing - which in high school means they are grinding - and a few others standing around, drinking, and observing.

Doe takes my hand and leads me to the edge of the makeshift dance floor. I put my hands on her hips, and pull her slightly closer, letting her move the rest of the way.

Now, we're in the grinding position, with her ass pressing against the crotch of my jeans, her lower back against my stomach and my hands on her hips. She looks back at me quickly, smiling, and starts gyrating her hips in a circular motion. I mimic her motions, with a slight delay. This delay means as she gyrates her hips backwards, mine are still moving sideways, so that her ass presses hard into my crotch, stirring my cock.

Doe continues to grind on me, and I can feel myself getting more and more turned on. I slowly move my hands up her hips and onto her sides, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. I stop with my hands just below her breasts and slide them back down her sides, not wanting to go too fast, and enjoying the simple feel of my hands sliding over her skin.

Next, my hands move forward, stroking her exposed midsection (remember, she's only wearing a bathing suit and caution tape!). As I do this, Doe leans back further, and brings her right arm up, over her shoulder and around my neck. This pulls her ass and legs into full contact with my lower body, and makes her arch her back. Her breasts are pushed forward, giving me a good view of her cleavage, as I stare down at her gorgeous chest. Oh, if only I could just rip off that caution tape and play with what's underneath. She tilts her head back slightly, and her hair moves closer to my face.

I lean forward slightly to match her, and I can feel a few strands of hair tickling my nose and face. I take a deep breath, smelling the irresistible scent of her hair. With her having leaned back, and I forward, we are almost glued together, grinding in a circular motion, her curves pressed into my body, the dancing motions rubbing her skin against me.