on the dance floor

He made his way to the back of the hall, and turned to take distance shots of the room. This far end was a series of platforms, but instead of more dancing here, each platform had seating and tables. At the moment, most were actually empty, which gave Danny more room to move about freely. But at one platform, there were three people sitting at a couch, two men and a woman. They were drinking something, had several bottles and glasses on the table, and having a great time. Danny snapped a couple pictures of them.

He refocused his attention on the main dance floor, but then paused. Thinking maybe he had seen something interesting, he twisted his zoom lens to get a better look.

Not quite in the center of the floor, he saw a couple dancing together. A man in a black t-shirt and baggy camo pants stood behind a woman in a red dress. It was the red dress that first caught his eye, but as he looked closer, he started to actually wonder if that was a dress or just a shirt, it was so short.

The man was tightly pressed up against the woman, his legs rapidly grinding against her ass. She reciprocated, pushing back into him. His hands were frequently on her hips, which were practically bare, with how short the dress was. He would sometimes move his hands around, usually up and down the sides of her body.

His hands easily grazed the sides of her breasts, rubbing the length of her torso, and occasionally down the sides of her thighs. The way their bodies moved together was slightly odd, but completely in sync, almost as if they were tied to one another.

Camo Pants's hands continued to roam her body freely. She leaned back into him, almost looked up at him as she tilted her head. His arms moved in front of her, his hands stroking up her torso, sweeping across her breasts. She sometimes wrapped her arms behind her, behind him as well, touching the backs of his legs and his ass. Danny thought he saw her gripping her partner's ass at one point, but just as quickly, she let go.

That was the thing. All the hand moves were continuous, so even if one of them touched the other in a not-so-public-club kind of place, they moved away fast enough that it didn't draw attention.

Except.

As she leaned back into him, the pair turned slightly, and Danny was able to see more of them from the front. Camo Pants actually now had both hands on the girl's torso, one hand on her stomach, and the other wrapped around the front of her neck. His upper hand moved from her neck to her chest, across her chest, definitely lingering on her breasts. And his lower hand got even lower, moving toward the bottom of the dress, but staying pressed closely.

The man's lower hand moved around the bottom of the dress, and as it moved up at one point, it pulled the bottom of the dress up quite a bit. Danny got a good view of the woman's stomach, belly button, and beneath it, white panties now on display. She wasn't aware of the exposure, and just kept gyrating and grinding into her partner.

His hands pulled across her body and back toward her hips. She then leaned forward, her arms straight out, but her ass still practically attached to the man behind her.

He watched as the man seemed to thrust toward his partner. It looked like they were almost simulating sex right there on the dance floor. As Camo Pants pulled backward between thrusts, Danny thought he saw a little space between their bodies, and maybe ... no, it couldn't be.

He zoomed in further. He pulled back and thrust forward, pummeling into the woman's ass. And after a few seconds, Danny saw it. Those pants weren't just baggy, they were undone at the waist. The woman's dress wasn't just short, it was pulled up in the back. And these two weren't just dancing, they were fucking.

Holy shit, thought Danny. He watched. Camo Pants continued banging into his partner, dancing to the music, his cock enjoying more of the party than anyone else there. Is he fucking her in the pussy or the ass? Danny wondered. He doubted he'd be able to find out. The woman bent all the way forward, touching her toes. She stroked her own legs as she rolled her back and stood up again. The man kept slamming into her.

Surely the other guests here see these two, don't they? wondered Danny. He looked all around the club. There were hundreds of people bouncing to the music, some in twos, threes, more. It's hard to believe they're just getting away with this in the middle of the club.

But no one stopped them. No one did anything, really. Maybe there are others doing the same thing. Danny glanced around, examined several other patrons, but didn't see anything else like Camo Pants and Red Dress.