First Some Dancing

It doesn’t take much to imagine why Melody ran off, she DID specifically say that she was looking to ‘get fucked’. You are just surprised that she ran off that quickly, without you noticing. Granted the loud noises and flashing lights probably helped.

Speaking of which, you are here, and this is your first time at a Club, and there is an open dance floor…

It doesn’t take you long to find a space on the dance floor and you start grooving to the music. For a few minuets you simply get lost in the music, all your thoughts, worries, concerns, and fears forgotten

You aren’t sure how long you have been on the dance floor, but soon you can feel the presence of other people dancing with you, many of them so close that you can feel their body heat. The music continues to play and you continue to dance, getting loss in the press of bodies around you, lost in the moment. You shake your hips as dance partners come and go, strangers gabbing your ass as you grind against them, your hands caressing your dance partners while their own hands touch your sweaty skin.

Your latest dance partner’s hands are bolder than the previous ones. Not satisfied with a simple touch, his hands grab onto your ass while you grind against him, your ass cheeks rubbing against the outline of his cock. His hands move forward to your stomach, and he pulls you towards him, your back pressing against his chest. His hands roam up your front until reaching your breasts. You feel his hot breath against your neck and tilt your head to the side, giving him access and permission, which he accepts as he starts to kiss your neck. Your dance partner continues planting kisses onto your neck as his hands travel to your breasts, ignoring your bikini top and tweaking a nipple. His other hand travels down to the space between your legs and as he rubs a finger against the front of your bikini bottom you hear him laugh as he touches the wetness that has soaked into your clothing.

You aren’t sure how much further your dance partner would go, or how much further you would let him go. But the music stops, and you hear DJ announcing a break. With the music gone, its spell is broken, you find yourself back in reality, and you find yourself freezing up.

Your dance partner lets go of you just enough to spin around and you get a good look at him. He is taller than you, but only by an inch or two, with dirty brown hair and his skin a mismatch of browned and pale skin caused by a farmer’s tan. He gives you a warm smile and introduces himself. “I’m John.”

You smile back as you say “Amber.”

“I don’t know about you, but I worked up a pretty good sweat.” As he says that you can’t help but notice the drops of sweat dripping down his skin, reflecting and shining in the flashing light. “Want a drink?”

Without even thinking you say “Sure” and find yourself following him to the bar and taking a seat on a stool next to him.

Author's Notes: Shorter Chapter than what I usually write. But I wanted to leave it open ended to allow for a different/alt scenes to happen later.