His Smile: when they lose themselves - Sex Stories

His Smile: when they lose themselves

... briefly. “Please not now Kate,” I beg her as we’re waved over to where the rest of the crew was. Weaving our way through the compact crowd, Kate glared at the guy that walked away after grabbing at her ass before responding to my request, “Whatever Chelle, but you cannot deny this anymore. What are you so afraid of?” And with that she leaves me and joins our friends, instantly ditching her belongings in a corner and dancing to the old school RnB blasting through the speakers. She was right though. What was I so afraid of? It was more than a little clear that he was into me and I knew I was into him so why not? I guess the intensity of what would potentially follow was something that had me reeling in my hormones, not that they listened to me anyway. Fuck this, I guess it’s okay to throw caution to the wind sometimes. I looked over to where everyone was dancing away as I bought myself a drink and my eyes met Daniel’s. We both took a sip from our drinks holding our little stare and I walked over to where he was, determination straightening my back and thrusting my chest out just a tad bit more. The beat of the music added to the effect of my approach as I walked in time to the music playing. Normally more demure I figured since I was going to do this I’d be free and go all out. I winked at Daniel as I got closer to him, moving my hips a little exaggeratedly in time to the music, and he reacted by raising an eyebrow, a smirk made its way to his lips. His eyes never left mine ...

... and I could feel them burn a little my way. Oh yeah, whatever happens tonight I’m game. We’d all claimed a more secluded part of the pub where the music was not as current as the other, more crowded section, but that suited us just fine. I was one of those ‘sing at the top of your lungs to the song while you dance’ kind of a person anyway. The songs playing now had more of a ‘move your hips to the beat’ instead of the usual ‘electronic-y jump around with her hands in the air’ kind of a beat you hear everywhere nowadays, which worked perfectly well with me. Isabelle, one of the girls in our group, pulled me to her and we were moving our bodies and shaking in time to the music. We were the dancers of our group so it usually worked that when we wanted to really dance we’d call on the other for some company. I could feel eyes on us. The other guys in the bar weren’t discreet with their lust for us as our skirts swayed with our hips. I’d had my fair share to drink so I had minimal to no inhibitions, so the stares didn’t bother me as much as they might have otherwise. Besides, I’d declared tonight the night of possibilities. There was only one pair of eyes that I was interested in, however, and they were watching my every move intently. He was dancing with Elle, another friend from the group, but as I turned to get a drink from the bar his eyes never left my frame. He smirked at me as he bent down and whispered something in Elle’s ear that had her giggling and replying to him in the ...