The dancefloor

You leave the room facing the street and walk further in. As you move away from the bar the music gets louder fast and when you reach the dancefloor it would be impossible to talk to anyone. You scan the room which despite the early hour it's packed with men and women high on adrenaline.

You sweep the crowd with your eyes and spot the most beautifull girl you have ever seen. Her auburn waist length hair sparkles like gold in the stark strobe light. She spins around as if in slowmotion while you start to walk towards her and you feel like you want to consume her. Her smooth features are intoxicating and you know you need this woman.

She sees you when you are almost at her side and she gives you a smile that could melt the world around you. You start to move to the music matching her perfect motions. You take a step closer but she dances away giving you a mischievous smile. You turn around, not wanting to seem to **** and follow the flow of the crowd for a minute.

Soon you feel something pressing against your back. You look over your shoulder and into those fiery green eyes. As you turn around she takes a step back but your are ready this time and catch her by the waist. She lets out a gasp that is drowned by the music when you pull her closer.

You dance closely together, boddies touching, for several songs. Both content with the warmth and proximity of a friend in the night. You decide to try your luck and starts caressing her back while you decrease the tempo of your movement. She lean her head against your chest and pulls you tighter. Your hands wander downwards and she looks up. She gives you a look you fail to read and spins in your arms to end up with her back against you.

With help of her knees she starts to rub her buttocks against your now rock hard erection. Your left hand are moving upward to the mounds on her chest while your right is slowly finding its way inside her maroon leather skirt.