Cum Dancing... It's Only Natural - Sex Stories

Cum Dancing... It's Only Natural

... chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it was intoxicating. She reached up, her hands tangled in my hair, and pulled my head down towards hers. " You are such a good dancer for being so young, " she slurred.

I knew I should stop, but I couldn't. Something primal took over, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of her hips, the smell of her perfume and alcohol. The buzz from the alcohol seemed to dull any remaining inhibitions I had, and I let myself get carried away by the sensation of being so close to her.

We danced like this for what felt like hours, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. Her skin was like fire against my own, and I could feel myself growing harder with each passing moment. I didn't know what would happen if we were caught, but at that moment, it didn't seem to matter.

Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily. Her pupils were dialated and her cheeks flushed. "You know," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "I've always wondered what it would be like..." Before I could even process what she was saying, she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

As our tongues tangled together, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. It was everything I'd ever fantasized about, and more. Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my clothes, grinding against me. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this hazy, passionate ...

... embrace.

Time seemed to slow down as we danced, the music a distant hum in the background. I could feel her body pressing against mine, her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips grinding against my thigh. With each passing moment, I could feel myself growing harder, more desperate for her.

Finally, she broke away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning there. "Come with me," she whispered, taking my hand and leading me towards the hallway. "There's somewhere we can dance alone..." I followed her, my heart racing, not quite believing this was really happening. But as we disappeared into the darkness, I knew there was no turning back now.

We found the dimly lit laundry room at the end of the hall, the only light coming from a sconce on the wall. The air was heavy with anticipation and the smell of cheap perfume. She closed the door behind us, leaning against it as she caught her breath. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my whole body aching with need. She quietly said, "We shouldn't be here. But we are just dancing."

She walked over to me slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she was close enough, she reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me close. Her thighs spread over my leg, humping it as she started dancing.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the softness of her skin against my fingers. As we moved together, I could feel her heat radiating off of her body, and it was ...