And you try to fuck them instead

They didn't last with just flirtatious dancing. She'd been rubbing her leg on his crotch the entire time, or grabbing his rear. When he got into her rhythm, he'd grabbed her hips or gently rubbed his chest on her own. He'd been hard as a steel beam as soon as she'd first touched him. She turned around, pressing her ass into his groin. His hands wandered along her arms, tickling her skin. Just his fingertips teased the bottom of her full breasts. Then she'd taken him by surprise and guided one of her hands down his pants. Her fingers were so soft, and just cold enough to confirm beyond his disbelief that it was, in fact, her grabbing him. He didn't need much more encouragement. Though, he chose to torment her slightly. He crept his hands into her blouse, caressing her breasts from beside and below. Now and then his fingers would circle her nipples, but he avoided touching them at all. When she'd started breathing heavier, he gave them a gentle pinch. She responded by wrapping her fingers around his girth.

He worked one hand lower, teasing her hips before sliding below her waistband. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she'd entirely ignored panties. She had definitely wanted something to happen tonight. So did he. His middle finger just tapped at her clitoris, coaxing her into stroking his length once, before the oven timer went off. Both of them hung their heads and shared a chuckle. She slid out from his embrace, kissing him on the lips.

"After?", she asked softly.

"Definitely.", he answered with a shaky voice.

She gave his crotch a quick rub on her way around him.