The Girl – part 1.

I look across the dance floor, full of dancers, and see her. Looking
even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. When we’d met, we
had talked, and gotten to know each other, but there wasn’t time for
more than a quick hug, a chaste kiss and a wonderful grope.

Now there she is. I quickly thread my way among the dancing couples
and come up behind her. I work my way right up to her and whisper
“Hello Beautiful” into her ear. She spins around unable to identify my
voice above the sound of the music. A shocked smile spreads across her
lovely face. I ask her if she would like to dance, her answer “for a
little bit” and a devious smile flashes across her face.

We make our way onto the dance floor, her soft hand in mine, and I
attempt to dance. The song is a slow one, so I pull her close,
relishing in the feel of her body against mine. I can smell her
shampoo, a nice fruity smell that I can’t quite place. I wonder if she
can hear my heart beating, the thudding is very loud in my ears. I’m
not a good dancer, and she is too much of a distraction to really want
to concentrate on dancing.

I lean down and whisper into her ear how beautiful she is, and that
I’m glad I get to dance with her. Then I gently pull her ear lobe into
my mouth, and nibble on it. I then trace the nape of her neck with
kisses, light butterfly kisses. Her skin is so soft and smells
delicious. My hands are at the small of her back, keeping her close.

One more kiss to her neck, and I straighten back up. I find she’s
looking at me, her eyes dancing with lust. I find her luscious lips
with mine and begin with a most enviable task. Her lips are soft, yet
strong. She’s a wonderful kisser. My eyes snap shut, allowing me to
concentrate on the feelings of our lips dancing. I suck her lower lip
into my mouth and play with it. Her tongue is searching for mine, and
the taste of her mouth is divine. Her hands move up to my head and her
fingers run through my hair. The feelings are overwhelming, arousing,
wonderful.

The world seems to have disappeared, the music silenced, the dancers
vanished. All that exists is her body pressed against mine, and the
duel of our lips.

Suddenly we realize that it is quiet, the song has ended. The kiss
ends with the anticipation that another one will start soon. The world
slowly comes back into focus. We stumble our way off to the side of
the dance floor and find a table to sit at.

The table is a low one with a couch for seating, I sink into it, and
she sits down sideways on my lap, her arms wrap around my neck. The
sparring of our tongues continues. She giggles a bit as my mustache
and goatee tickle her face. Her hair falls around us, the soft
tresses caressing my face. My left hand moves up and runs through her
hair. My right hand rests on her left leg, and slowly moves up from
her knee to her hip. The silky fabric of her dress is cool to my
touch. Through it I can feel the heat of her body. My hand skims up
to her ribs, brushing the side of her breast. She wiggles a bit from
a ticklish spot being touched.

My hand moves to fondle her left breast, and she lets out a quiet
moan. Her breast is soft and heavy. I can feel her nipple, through
her dress, harden at my touch. My erection is digging into her thigh,
and is becoming uncomfortable. I shift slightly to relieve some of
the pressure. She pulls up her dress slightly and turns to straddle
me. In the dim light I can see that she isn’t wearing any panties.
The smell of her arousal drifts to my nose, and makes my mouth water.

Her chest is in my face, and I look quickly to see if anyone is
watching us. Everyone else is busy, and not paying us a bit of
attention. I begin to kiss all the exposed cleavage. If the sounds
she’s making are any indication, she enjoys this. I reach up and pull
the material of her dress aside. My hands and mouth seek her
nipples. They are very erect, straining for attention. I run my
tongue around an areola. It hardens at the touch and coolness of
moisture. Her hands are pulling my head to her. I draw a nipple into
my mouth, gently biting it, sucking it. I then continue to kiss the
rest of her breasts. The sides, the bottoms, gently lifting them.

I return to the nipples, sucking first one and then the other into my
mouth. The taste of her skin is as I had imagined it. Sweet and
wonderful. My hands move around to her sides, down to her buttocks
and I pull her close, pushing my erection against her. I want her
now, right here. As I’m thinking that, she reaches between us, her
hands moving down to my pants, she unbuttons and unzips them… her
fingers grasping for and squeezing my hard cock.

I glance around again. I can’t believe she’s doing this in public!
Her body feels so good, her hand feels even better. I let out a
little groan as she begins to stroke my cock. After several quick
strokes, she shifts her body forward, pushes my cock between her legs
and slowly lowers herself on to me. We both groan fairly loudly, then
glance around making sure no one heard us. The feeling, the hot, wet,
slippery pussy, is heavenly. I pull her closer, pushing myself in as
far as possible. I hold her tight, just luxuriating in the feeling.
I pull her head to me and kiss her passionately again. My hands find
their way to her breasts, and my fingers begin to tweak her nipples.

She leans over to my ear and tells me how much she is enjoying this.
She is short of breath and having problems talking. I slide down
lower on the couch, and she begins to move. Up and down. My cock goes
in and out…doing this in public with such a beautiful woman, it is
almost too much. She can sense that I won’t last much longer if she
keeps this up, so she changes the movement. First she begins to move
her whole body forward and back, then she moves her hips in circles.
I reach down between us and begin to rub her clit.

She begins to moan loudly, I attempt to pull my hand away, afraid that
someone will notice what we are doing. She feels that I’m trying to
pull away. The sudden look on her face, and the whimper she makes
tells me not to remove my hand.

At a lull in the music, several people hear the noises and turn our
way to check out the cause. The couple making out at the other end of
the couch stops to watch us. The sudden attention spurs her on, the
noises get louder, and then she really begins to ride my cock. Her
breasts pendulate with every movement. The watchers turn me on too, I
won’t last much longer. Someone from the crowd moves forward and
unzips the dress, then pulls it over her head. The crowd shows their
approval by cheering.

It is too much, we both are getting close. My legs begin to shake.
The sensations are building, my whole body is quivering. The sight of
the full, round breasts swaying in front of me, the crowd watching,
the hot, tight, slippery feeling of her pussy spasming with an orgasm
pushes me over the edge. The titillation is too much for me, darkness
closes in, and I pass out from the intensity.