Slow at first, then they heat up

"Well, I guess I was wrong about you John. You can very much keep up with me on the dance floor, at least," Ania teases you as you dance a little longer with her, your hands on her hips during every slow song and your crotch grinding into hers during a faster song.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" you tease her back, your hands resting on her hips once more as you dance another dance with her.

"Honey, I'm six feet tall. Before I know if you can handle me in...other places...I have to know if you can handle me here," she tells you, placing her hands on top of yours and bringing them closer to the area between her legs.

"FUCK..." you whisper as Ania smirks and starts moving her hips back and forth, your hands cupping her pussy and stroking her through the fabric of her dress.

"Reach under it," she whispers to you as she feels you pawing between her legs, hiking it up for you as you discover she isn't wearing any panties.

"Now, if you want to stick your little friend there between your legs inside of my pussy later, don't you think you should do something else to heat me up first?" she asks you as you stare at her perfect pink pussy, Ania dropping the dress and walking off the dance floor to go sit at a booth in the darkness of the concert hall.