Someone else grabs your eye

I started making my way to the redhead when someone else caught my eye. She seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She was dancing with a group of people, grinding with them, mostly, and she didn’t seem to care who. As I moved toward her, I got a better look at her.

She had hair that must be just longer than her shoulders, black as coal and slicked with sweat from her dancing. She was wearing overalls, but they were cut into daisy-duke shorts below and she didn’t seem to be wearing a top under them, her tits in high danger of spilling out at any given second as she gyrated to the music. There was more than one hand that I saw slip between the fabric and her skin, coping a feel or slipping a finger in while she moved on the floor. She had a beer in one hand, a mixed drink in the other, and was otherwise completely oblivious to the rest of the room as I quickly crossed the dance floor.

When I was within a few steps of her, the tall girl met my eyes for a second and she smiled as she saw me moving through the crowd. She said something to someone she had just been grinding on and moved over toward me.

“Hey, James,” she said. The shock of being recognized passed quickly as I realized that it was Syd’s sister, Jane.

“Holy fuck, Janey, I didn’t recognize you! You look….” I started to shout over the loud music.

“Fuckable?” she flirted shamelessly. At least, I thought it was flirting; I thought her mom had just been flirty all these years, too. “You here with anyone, studly?” she asked, swirling her drink before taking the last half of the glass down her gloriously stretched throat.

“Just your mom and brother,” I said flatly. It was probably a good thing I waited until she swallowed; I’d have been coated in Bacardi 151 and whatever she had it mixed with.

“Holy fuck! Mom’s here?”

“Yeah. I lost track of her when I came over to dance with you, but she’s here, somewhere.”

“Well,” she said, draping an arm over my shoulder and neck, pulling herself close to me, “let’s not waste anymore time talking about her then,” Jane said and started grinding against me in time with the music. I ground back against her and she giggled; she undoubtedly felt my cock, still-half hard over watching her getting groped on the dance floor. I wasn’t the only one turned on, and I could feel the wet heat of her cunt radiating from her crotch.

“So do you come her often?” I asked, grinding my cock into her a little harder. I’d never dreamed of doing that to Syd’s younger sister before, but I figured, what the hell.

“Only when I’m being fucked,” she whispered into my ear, biting it at the end of her sentence. My hands slid inside her open overalls and caressed the sweaty, tight flesh inside, slipping around to her ass and giving it a healthy squeeze, pulling her even tighter against my crotch.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the switch here,” I asked, my confusion getting the better of me.

“Oh Jimmy,” she cooed, her breath crashing into my ear like a freight train. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the music, maybe it’s the fact that I’m piss drunk, or maybe it’s this,” she finished and started unbuckling my pants. It didn’t take much effort to swing my cock head up and pull it up over the top of my jeans. I sure as hell didn’t stop her from doing so and she went back to grinding. “Is that for me, Jimmy?” she purred.

“It could be, Janey,” I replied, my lips sucking the sweat from her neck. She giggled and moaned softly as my hands moved forward to the crest of her hips and my thumbs started pushing down, exploring the soft skin and the hard muscle underneath. I was about to find out just how much of her bush she shaved when there was a tapping on my shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” asked Mrs. Melba behind me, apparently unaware that her daughter and I were molesting each other openly on the dance floor.