She has a clever and dangerous idea.

35 minutes in - each passing minute was an agony that felt like an hour. She'd finally given in and started chatting with Frank to distract herself. He seemed to be able to tell she wasn't all with it, but probably put it down to drink, ditziness, or just decided to ignore it. Lucky for Krissi.

"Would you like to dance?"

The drinks _were_ getting to her. She almost missed his question and asked him to repeat it.

"Come on, let's dance!" Frank wasn't taking no for an answer. He'd been leaning closer to her, brushing her shoulder, but not getting handsly. Now he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her, a little forcefully, off her barstool and on to the dance floor.

For a moment Krissi panicked, her raging boner, still not subsiding for a second this whole time, would surely be visible! While Frank pulled her to the dance floor she moved closer to him to make him less likely to look down. She checked, and grimaced at the clear outline of her cock showed through (even the glans showing it's shape - these jeans must have some spandex), pointed up but at an angle so it didn't go straight up above the waistband of her jeans.

As she stepped down a stair leading to the dance floor her knees nearly buckled from a painfully sexy brush of silk. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell am I going to do?

Frank caught her, "woah babe, careful," he said. With his arms around her he didn't skip the chance to cop a feel of her luscious peach ass. Heart pounding from the surprise sensation from earlier she didn't even object to the groping. She did push away just enough to keep from rubbing her cock into his crotch.

"Come on, let's get dancing," she said and pulled a strained smile, trying to distract him.

They hit the floor, and immediately he was trying to get close and grind against her in rhythm with the pounding bass beats. She pushed back a little on his chest but he kept pressing gently but persistently forwards. Finally she resigned herself and instead turned around to let him grind against her ass, while trying to lean forward enough to hopefully conceal her secret erection.

It felt good, she was surprised to find. She tried to blame the changes that Finn had made to her body, or the new hair-trigger sensitivity to her panties, or the constant intrusive thoughts of being filled with cum. And yeah, it was definitely all of those things manipulating her but that didn't change the fact that grinding on the dance floor with Frank was one of the most erotic experiences of her life. She imagined him suddenly ripping apart her strained-to-the-limit jeans, pulling aside her panties, and entering her from behind on the dance floor. His powerful cock (a good size, especially thick, she could tell through the fabric of their pants) pounding her until he flooded her with cum. The thought made her gasp and salivate.

Each writhing wave of her ass pulled her pants and panties across her cock. She felt wet beads of precum drip out of her and into the fabric of her panties, she felt her balls hot and tight, filled and pulsing after three quarters an hour of sensation and denial.

She had an idea.

As the music softened for a second and the beat receded she turned around in a flash, grabbing Frank's head and kissing him passionately with unnaturally perfect and alluring lips. He responded in kind. She had to keep him from feeling her for just a little longer. While one hand wrapped around Frank's neck she put the other between them, and started to stroke his cock through his jeans. He leaned into her and moaned, kneading her ass.

She broke their kiss and pulled his head to the side so she could speak into his ear.

"Touch me, touch me, make me cum on the dance floor," she moaned. She heard the ****, sexy desire in her voice. It was authentic. She knew he wouldn't resist.

Frank reached greedily into her pants and started to feel around for a sopping wet slit that wasn't there. He roughly brushed her cock. She felt one finger slide right across her precum-leaking head, the rest of the hand sliding down past her shaft then for one confused moment uncertainly feel her testicles. That was when Frank realized just what kind of heat she was packing and retracted his hand in shock.

It was enough, he'd pushed her over the edge and a torrent of cum erupted into her panties. She in ecstasy, her face flushed. Frank started to yell and the commotion attracted attention, but she was already dashing for the bathroom.