Love Off The Dance Floor - Part One - Sex Stories

Love Off The Dance Floor - Part One

... soft curves of her flesh as she caressed and teased. Her lithe form was undeniably sexy. Her tummy was tight, and her slender thighs were firm and gently curved. Provocative moves only enhanced the beauty she exhibited. Her fingers spiraled down, resting by the belly ring on her navel. My eyes never wavered as she slid her hands lower. I gulped, thirsty for more then wine. The men were whistling, screaming for her to take it off. They chanted her name until she continued sliding her hands to the top of her thong. My head was spinning as she partially lowered it, slipping her fingers inside. Serena turned but hadn't noticed me yet. Again she lowered her thong and, again, whoops and whistles filled the crowded room. A smile crept across her face, accenting full, sensual lips. Her tongue rolled, licking her upper lip, teasing her audience with her naughtiness. My breath held as her fingers disappeared beneath the flimsy material again. I could feel moistness between my thighs as I caught sight of her nakedness. Blood coursed though my veins. Pulsations began to consume my body. I was extremely aroused. Then—she saw me. I froze. The whole world stopped. She and I were alone in the room, our eyes held, locked in eternity. She began to dance for me. Her moves were seductively slow as she slid her palms across her flesh once more. She watched me intently, caressing the softness of her breasts with her fingers. Her smile was devilish—her actions deliberate—as she stroked her ...

... nipples to an aroused state. I wanted to cry out. The sexual aura surrounding her was mind blowing. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as she danced. Her body mesmerized me. Hips, sensually curvy, undulated in rhythmic waves. Hands, delicate and smooth, caressed and teased, moving to the music. I inhaled deeply as she danced toward me, singling me out in the frantic crowd. I no longer cared about the men shouting in the background, or the bouncers restraining them. I was lost in my own secret world, savoring the moment. She was inches away and I was breathless. Entranced, I held her gaze. She reached for my hand, guiding my palm toward her breasts. This brought another series of whoops and shouts from the audience. I didn't care. I didn't care that they'd witnessed this intimate moment between us. It was our moment, not theirs. I loved this woman's touch, the silkiness of her skin. I couldn't get enough of her. My body burned with desire as my fingers skimmed across her flesh. I wanted more. I knew I had to have her. A soft brush of her lips caressed my cheek before she backed away. Her touch was intoxicating. "I'll meet you after the show, Charlotte. Don't go anywhere," Serena mouthed through the din of the crowd. "Be here." As fast as she appeared, she flew back on stage. The men were wild now, wanting their chance to touch her. Professionally and beautifully, she finished her dance for them. Twenty pound bills were waving in the air. She allowed them to caress her for the ...