When he first pushed up on me, feigning like he was just trying to squeeze by, I tried to just blow it off, but it stuck with me after that. Maybe it was because he lingered just long enough. I more than felt him behind me, and when I looked back over my shoulder and up into his gorgeous face in shock, and saw him with his hands in the air like it was all out of his control, and his beautiful blue eyes and just the faintest sign of dimples under a suppressed smile, I don’t know what came over me. I actually pushed my ass back into him and it was completely involuntary. It was as if my mind had to be sure I felt all that I thought I had, and when my body betrayed me and did just that, I knew that I must have turned all shades of red. I snapped out of it and literally had to force myself to pull my ass off of his impressive package and turned forward again like it never happened, but my mind was gone and I felt so embarrassed by what just went down. Everything about him permeated all my senses, and I could still feel him at my backside and smell his natural pheromones and see his soul through his deep blue eyes even when mine were closed. I was drunk on a moment, and I felt so guilty that I wanted, no, needed more.
The night was so young still, and my girlfriends and I had just gotten there, and I was already drunk. I nonchalantly asked my friends if they noticed or knew him, and they all were shocked that I was even asking, and they weren’t going to let it go and continued to push it claiming that it is just innocent flirting and that just talking to him wasn’t a sin, but I knew better. I knew that he was fucking dangerous and that I had better keep my distance if I hoped to contain myself and retain what integrity I had left. I should have stopped drinking and left and certainly shouldn’t have mentioned him to my pain in the ass girlfriends because they weren’t letting it be and had actually gone up to him and started mingling against my anxious pleas. I stayed my ground and looked away embarrassed again because I could feel them looking and I couldn’t help feel his eyes on my ass or the fact that my body was betraying me again as I felt my pussy get wet. I leaned into the bar, trying to hide my profile, and ordered a Long Island before I realized that it probably wasn’t going to help matters, but by the time I had finished the second one, it had helped. My girlfriends were back with me, and everybody seemingly dropped it, and I almost had too until my girlfriends pulled me onto the dance floor where we all dropped it like it was hot. They kept me preoccupied and we were having so much fun dancing together and the alcohol had made everything a perfect haze when he came up behind me again and my fucking girlfriends all looked over my shoulder with knowing smiles and I realized that I’d been set up.
I couldn’t move or look back, and I didn’t need to. I felt that familiar package that never left my mind, and I didn’t want to panic and run either, so I just continued dancing like he wasn’t there. I could see in my peripheral vision that it was him, and he again had his hands up in an unthreatening gesture, and again my body performed on its own when I couldn’t. I said fuck it, it is just dancing I told myself as my body leaned back into his large frame and I put my head back in-between the crease of his muscular pecks and just inhaled him. He smelled like man, no cologne, just all fucking sex. I felt dizzy and thought what the fuck was my body doing when I threw my arm back around his neck and melted more into him. When I felt his arms come down around my sides and rest on the inside of my thighs as his knees pushed into the back of mine, I thought for sure that I had crossed the line, but I was too drunk and surely wasn’t in control of any of my faculties. We were dirty dancing to Barry White in my mind, and like a snake charmer, my dancing stirred his snake even more as I felt it get more and more impressive against my backside. I was so fucking drunk on him and when he grabbed my hand and turned me to face him, I couldn’t look him in the eyes again. That might have been an even bigger mistake because looking down made my mouth water. His manhood might as well have been out as it pressed so impressively against his jeans and torturously halfway down his thick thigh. I’m pretty sure I actually shook my head in amazement, and to punish myself as I forced myself to look up, and after that, I was doomed.
Those dimples were no longer hiding and in full effect as I drowned a thousand times in them in an instant. He looked down at his thick manhood and mouthed sorry as he gave me the hottest apologetic look I’ve ever seen. All I could do was smile like a dummy and shrug my shoulders slightly as I surely stood there with my mouth hanging open until he pulled me tight into his tall, muscular frame and put that special thigh between my legs to continue our dirty dance. I greased his pole and so wanted to wrap my legs around his leg and hump it like a horny dog but I needed them to stand because I felt so feint. I imagined that how I felt was a lot like being under some kind of date rape drug and wished that I had that kind of deniability because I felt that he could have fucked me right there on the dance floor if he wanted. That was until he grabbed my chin and pulled my lips close to his, and I had a crisis of conscience and turned my face away, but continued to ride his fire pole anyway. I felt his small giggle as it rattled in his chest and he supported my weight against him with a strong hand in the small of my back and tantalizingly close to my wanting ass. Again, I couldn’t look into his eyes and just snorted him like cocaine as his pheromones wreaked havoc on my battered defenses. When the music stopped and he stepped away from my body, I thought I might fall down, especially when I saw that he was still standing like a tripod. He, seemingly noticing my weakened, fawn-like legs, walked me over to my giddy and babbling idiot friends who just stood there like they had witnessed a miracle, all with their eyes like a deer in headlights and their mouths gaping like they were catching flies. He asked if I was okay, and I nodded like a stunned mute, and he thanked me for the dance and this time just ran his fingers under the chin of my gaping mouth before he walked on, seemingly knowing that he could kiss me this time if he tried again. I was so thankful that he didn’t try and mainly because I would have cum in my panties if he had.
I had to contain myself and my girlfriends because we were all high as hell on what went down on the dance floor. Their stories all did a one-eighty as they all of a sudden understood what I was talking about in the first place before they interfered. They all became mother hens and protected me from myself and did everything in their power to keep me distracted. None of us could help ourselves, though, as we watched from afar and pretended not to. He was like a magnet, and everywhere he went, all eyes seemed to follow. Guys and girls alike and every time he caught me looking at him, I quickly turned my gaze away but not before noticing him tap his nekkid wrist where a watch might be and smiling at me with those dagger like dimples and those piercing blue eyes drinking up all my wet pussy juices like he knew they were there. I couldn’t get him out of my mind and when I finally told my girlfriends that I wanted to go home, they all just gave me a look that screamed what a pussy I was as they shook their heads knowingly. We all kissed and hugged goodbye as they all teasingly waved to him as he waited by the exit, and we parted ways for the night. I pretended that I didn’t see him waiting for me and walked past him and as he caught up with me I heard his familiar deep giggle as he whispered that he was going to fuck the shit out of me when we got home. I just smiled, still daring not to look him in the eyes if I hoped for us to make it home without me raping him as I just told him to hurry up and get the car because the night was still young and we were still kidless for another twelve hours.
Happy Hump Day!!!!

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