More Dancing

George and Sherry remained out on the floor, dancing song after song together. On the fast ones, she would grind her bottom mercilessly against George’s poor tormented cock. On the slow ones, they would dance face-to-face, usually with one of her knees raised and pressed against his balls.

One time while doing that, she grinned up into his face and cooed, “You like the way my knee is teasing you through your ball-tight jeans, don’t you, George?”

Sherry pressed her knee harder against his balls and her fingers reached down to play with his erect cock-head. All to the beat of the music. Then her fingers moved up to rub over his pubic hair through the almost paper-thing linen fabric. “You know, if you are going to wear these jeans again… and you really should… you might want to get a waxing…. That way, your cock will look even lovelier when on display by these pants.”

When the song changed, Sherry returned to her former position; grinding on George’s dick. The young man felt like he was on the verge of exploding any second. He was doing his best to hold back the oncoming burst. What was really making all of this so embarrassing was the fact that other dancers, all gyrating and grinding to their own rhythms, surrounded George and Sherry. A couple of times, one male patron of the club or another, while slipping past George and Sherry on the crowded floor, would speak to Sherry.

Obviously, she was a “regular” of the club. She was also an accomplished masturbatrix. Or a cock-teaser, to be more precise. Every time that George felt he was about to lose it, Sherry would stop at just the precise moment.

Once, and only once, she miscalculated. It was while they were dancing face-to-face.

She reached down and gave him fast, repeated jerks. Her alert green eyes stared into his as they swayed from side-to-side. The effect was almost immediate. Poor George was totally helpless, and he started to spurt into his jeans. “Ooo!” she gasped and tightly squeezed the head of his cock with her fist, cutting off his orgasm just as the first jet of cum erupted. George whimpered pathetically as Sherry kept her ****-like grip on his dick. She did not release him until the tension had subsided. He could feel the warm wetness of his interrupted ejaculation dribble down his thigh, soaking the fabric of his jeans around his bulging cock-head even wetter.

Despite his partial eruption, the little cock-teaser had him more aroused that ever before. Turning around to resume torturing his poor cock with more ass-grinding, she told him, “Wow, George, that was so close! You started losing it there, didn’t you? Sperming in your thin, tight jeans right here on the dance-floor!”

George was in a state of delirium. He certainly didn’t want to embarrass himself by cumming in public like this. Especially with all the other people jostling around so close. But he desperately needed to cum.

“P-Please, Sherry, can’t we go somewhere else?” He held her hips, his hands following along with her movements. “Your place or mine, say?”

Rubbing her buttocks up and down over the enclosed bulge, she replied, “But I’m having so much fun dancing. You don’t think you can hold off just a little longer?”

From George’s pitiful groaning, Sherry felt a tad guilty and decided to just put him out of his misery. Reaching behind her, she grasped his dick again and jerked away. “Go ahead, Baby. Give it to me. Give me all your nasty ole sperm.”

He did. Moaning and gasping. Spewing out his seed. Finally getting the relief he so desperately needed. Sherry just continued stroking while she kept on dancing. Her eyes rolled in boredom, waiting for George’s ejaculation. It was really quite a load. Idly, she wondered when was the last time he had gotten a nut.

When they stepped apart, George clasped his hands in front of him, trying to hide his shame. “I-I need to go,” he panted. “Gotta… Gotta clean up.”

Sherry merely smiled. The night was still young. There were plenty of other partners to dance with… And to tease.

“Sure thing, George,” she told him. “It was nice meeting you. I certainly hope to see you again. Be sure to cum back.”

As he headed for the exit, she called out, “And don’t forget about the waxing.”