Love Off The Dance Floor III - Sex Stories

Love Off The Dance Floor III

The crowd's cajoling carried on, their shrill whistles in the background. I was hardly aware as Serena came toward me. I stood, transfixed. Her fingers found the ties of my lingerie. She pulled the delicate satin, allowing it to sweep off my shoulders. It slid down, baring my flesh beneath. I was as naked as she, exposed beneath the lights on stage. The men went crazy. Bouncers remained diligent. Shame was the furthest thing from my mind. Adrenaline pumped though my veins as she drank in my nakedness. I boldly guided her hand toward my breasts, aching for them to be touched. The full impact of my arousal was obvious. Without thinking, I lowered my hands to the top of my thong, slipping my fingers inside. Our dance had taken a different direction which didn't go unnoticed. The chaos in the crowd careened to full tilt, the bouncers' work cut out for them. Men were desperate to get on stage, shoving, pushing their way closer. "We're done," Serena yelled, grabbing my hand. "Let's go, girl!" Dancers stared as we hurried along the corridor. Delilah's jaw was hanging open. Isabel's was worse. We ignored them, too caught up in the excitement of our performance. The men were still screaming, shouting for more. "Cassie, this way!" Serena ordered anxiously. She grabbed my hand, leading me down more endless hallways. She walked quickly. Somehow, I kept up with her, despite my four-inch heels. "Where're we going?" I asked, praying it wasn't back to the dressing room. All I could think ...

... about was being alone with her. "You'll see," she answered, her grin mischievous. The smile on her face was enough to vanquish any doubts I might have had. She held my hand tighter and I visibly relaxed. "Serena, where were you? I..." "Shhh... We're here," she interrupted. She stopped in front of a wooden door with 'Private' displayed on its surface. "Welcome to my world, Cassie." Her personal sanctuary awaited us. Our dance would continue once again. * * * I was speechless as I stepped into the elaborate room. My eyes danced with excitement as I took everything in, my question all but forgotten. Burgundy accented leather-bound furnishings and tables of rich mahogany. Each elegant piece was laden with flowers, their fragrance filling the air with natural perfume. The scent was intoxicating. I wandered further inside, my high heels digging into the lush carpeting. I quickly discarded them, wanting to feel its softness beneath my feet. Scrunching my toes, it felt heavenly. An image of clouds entered my mind as I floated across the room. Serena floated with me. I sensed her behind me, following silently as I enjoyed my surroundings. I turned. Catching her unaware, I watched her caress the petals of roses in a vase nearby. She touched them lovingly, their rich texture against her fingertips. To my surprise, she pulled one out bringing it up to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of the delicate flower. Smiling, she walked barefoot toward me, the rose still in her ...