The Dance - Sex Stories

The Dance

... reply. I help you to stand and help you on with your jacket. We walk over to the bar, and I pay for the drinks, then we head for the door. My car is closer, so I tell you we will take mine. I seat you in the car and then go around and get in myself. I start the car and begin to drive. "Your place or mine?" I ask. "I don't care," you say, looking down at your lap. Your hands are fidgeting as if you are uncertain. I smile inwardly and turn the car towards home. As we drive, I put my hand over yours and give them a little squeeze. You look up and smile, knowing that I understand. Then my hand goes to rest on your thigh and I softly trace my fingers over your leg, feeling the warmth and the silkiness of your stockings. My hand moves slowly up and down, each time inching slowly higher. I reach the hem of your dress a couple strokes later and I gently push it slightly upwards. You part your legs a bit enjoying the feeling of my touch. I see your movement and the next time I move slightly higher. Soon I am at the top of your stocking and I feel your soft bare skin above the lace top. You close your eyes and part your lips as you lay your head back on the seat. The next stroke finds me perilously close to your core and I can feel the heat radiating from you. Your breathing has increased to a soft pant as you can feel yourself slipping away... We arrive at my house and I help you out of the car. We walk up to the door arm in arm and I open the door, holding it for you. We step inside ...

... and I shut the door and offer to take your coat. I ask you if you want a drink and you decline, saying that you have had enough already. I admire that. We go into the living room and I put on some soft music. We sit on the couch and talk. I make sure to keep the game going by putting my hand on your thigh again. You are aroused, I can tell. I can feel you tremble under my hand and I can smell a new scent in the air. Not your perfume... well not exactly. Not the Sensuous perfume you put on earlier. No, this is your personal perfume and it smells delightful. I move closer to you and I lean over to kiss your shoulder. You turn your head to me and we kiss for the first time. I feel your soft lips part and I slide my tongue out to meet yours. At the touch of our tongues, our kiss deepens and you yield to me, snuggling closer and I put an arm around you. With one arm around your shoulder and another around your waist, I can feel your breathing quicken and your body shudder. Your hand unconsciously moves to my leg and you find that I'm not immune to you either. You find what you seek and give it a gentle squeeze. We kiss for a moment later and then I stand. pulling you up into my arms. I take your hand and we turn and walk to the stairs. "Top of the stairs and to the right," I say, guiding you to the steps. I let you get a couple steps up, putting your ass at just the right height. I bite at the lovely apple in front of me playfully and you turn giggling and continue up the stairs. ...