Personal Space

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Feeling a bit self-conscious, Brandi continued to dance, her movements a little more tentative than before. She scanned the room, her gaze landing on a group of people huddled around a table, laughing and chatting. She wondered if any of them knew about her and Kyle, and if they did, what they thought of their relationship.

Brandi continued to dance, her movements fluid and graceful. The music was a hypnotic ****, pulling her deeper into its rhythm. A few minutes passed, and Brandi started to feel a bit antsy. She checked her watch, realizing that it had been longer than she thought since Kyle had left. Just as she was about to head to the bathroom to see if he needed any help, she felt a presence behind her, someone moving in a bit too close.

Brandi's eyes widened as she turned her head to see the large black man who was pressing against her from hehind. He was imposing, his size and strength immediately apparent. He wore a pair of well-worn jeans and a navy shirt, both of which seemed to accentuate his broad frame. She tried to subtly shift her position, hoping to create some space between them. But the large black teen was persistent, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips.

Brandi felt a jolt of alarm as he pulled her back against him. She could feel the hard, unmistakable outline of his erect penis pressing against her ass through his pants. The man wrapped his arm around her waist, his grip firm and unyielding, and hooked his other arm beneath her right leg, lifting her off her feet. She threw an arm around his shoulder to keep from falling, her dress bunched up around her waist, exposing her panties to the crowd.

Brandi managed to wriggle free from the large black man's grasp. She quickly straightened her dress, making sure it covered her as much as possible, and began to walk away. Her heart was still racing, and she could feel the heat of embarrassment and anger rising to her cheeks. But her brief moment of respite was shattered as the man grabbed a handful of her curly hair from behind. He yanked her head back forcefully, dragging her back onto his lap.

Her dress was pulled up even further in the back, his enormous cock was now pressed firmly between her ass cheeks, the hard length of it rubbing her crack though only her panties. As the music continued to pound, the man began to dry hump her from behind, his hips grinding against her ass in time with the beat. Brandi could feel the rough material of his jeans rubbing against her, the sensation only adding to her humiliation.

Brandi could feel the heat radiating from his body, the hardness of his erection a constant, uncomfortable reminder of his intentions. She scanned the room once more, her gaze darting over the sea of faces, searching for any sign of Kyle. The music continued to pound, the crowd around them oblivious to the uncomfortable situation unfolding in their midst.

Brandi's anger and frustration reached a boiling point, and without warning, she spun around, her fist connecting with the man's jaw with a solid thud. The **** of the blow caused him to stumble backward, releasing her from his grasp. "What the fuck was that, asshole?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fury. Her eyes blazed, daring him to make another move.

The man put a hand up to his jaw. "Sorry, baby" he said, "You're just too fine, and I got carried away."

Brandi's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, putting some distance between them. "That's no excuse," she said firmly. "You have no right to touch me like that."

His eyes gleamed with amusement. "Chill, baby. No harm done. What'sa hot ass white girl like you doing, dancing alone, anyway?"

Brandi took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew that she needed to leave, to put as much distance between herself and this situation as possible. "Just stay the hell away from me," she said, her voice cold and hard.

With that, she turned on her heel and pushed her way through the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest. As Brandi pushed her way through the crowd, she finally caught sight of Kyle, who was making his way back to their spot with a couple of beers in hand. She felt a surge of relief.

Kyle noticed her watching him and smiled, holding up the beers as an offering. Brandi managed a weak smile in return, but as she met his gaze, she could sense that something was off. He could tell that something was wrong, and his smile faltered slightly.

"Everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Brandi hesitated, her gaze flicking to the large man who had just been invading her personal space. She weighed her options, unsure of whether to tell Kyle about the harrowing experience or to keep it to herself. Ultimately, she decided that honesty was the best policy. "Not really," she said, her voice low and tense. "That guy over there...he got a little too close for comfort."

Kyle's face darkened, and his hand curled into a fist. "Fuck," he swore, his gaze scanning the crowd until he found the offender. "Do you want me to handle this?" Brandi considered the option for a moment, weighing the potential consequences.