MY CHANCE TO DANCE

(MF, tease)


I’d been sitting in this booth in the hotel’s club lounge for 
about half an hour now, nursing a scotch and surveying the couples 
on the dance floor at the other end.  It was a motley bunch that 
lurked in the muted lighting and pastel tones of the place - a 
sprinkling of couples but mostly single men.  Looked to be 
commercial travellers or business types, unwinding with a few 
nightcaps and wondering what to do with themselves before it was 
time to turn in.  The couples were dancing to a soul/R&B sound 
system, observed by the singles who mainly just sat back and 
drummed their fingers to the music.

Then she walked in.

My eyes, and those of several others, tracked her progress to the 
bar.  

We took in her slim elegant figure, adorned in an alluring dress 
of simple cut - your “basic little black number”.  Noted her 
stiletto heels, dark shoulder-length hair, and the way her bare 
shoulders and limbs gleamed in the lighting.  She was showing a 
lot of leg, and to me her legs looked great.

She took up a position on a barstool from which she too could 
survey the dance floor.  The barman came and took her order but, 
before she could even open her purse, some knight-errant from 
further up the bar sprang forward and paid for it.  

“Shit!”  I thought to myself, “Didn’t take long for that to 
happen!”

This gallant predictably settled down beside her, and small talk 
was exchanged.  Then a few minutes later they were up and he was 
leading the way to the dance floor.

She acted cool, not looking at him directly, while they bounced 
and jived in the usual obligatory fashion to a fairly up-tempo 
number.  Her skirt flounced and swirled as she moved.

The next tune was slow and smoochy, and I was intrigued to see 
what would happen now.  Sure enough, he moved in close and held 
her ballroom-style, holding one of her hands in the air and 
clasping her around the small of her back with the other.  That 
hand was stationary at first, but slipped lower and lower onto her 
backside.  She didn’t react or pull away, and after a time his 
hand could be seen making slow movements, rubbing her rear.  It 
didn’t seem to bother her.

I stifled a smile, and got up to freshen my drink.  Settling back 
into my seat, I glanced across again and saw that their bodies 
were pressed pretty firmly together at crotch level.  So much so, 
that you would not have been able to get a bus ticket between the 
two of them.  Their situation was fairly exposed so they couldn’t 
get too indecent, but he was clearly copping a good feel of her 
ass and doubtless had a large boner squeezed up against her tummy 
by now.

Towards the end of the song he attempted to kiss her, but she 
averted her face.  As the music faded she broke away and headed to 
the Ladies.  Lancelot couldn’t just stand there like an idiot, so 
was forced to go and sit at the bar again.  

When she returned, she didn’t re-join him.  She went and sat at 
the other end of the bar, as far from him as possible, it seemed.  
She raised her hand to attract the barman’s attention, and another 
red-blooded male seized his chance to buy her a drink.  This 
fellow was a bit younger than the other, and reasonably handsome.  
Again, another few minutes of conversation, before he decided it 
was time to try his luck on the dance floor.  

More jiving to brisk tempos, while occasionally brushing against 
each other.  Her jiggling chest betrayed bra-lessness – something 
she could do without too much bother, since she’d been blessed 
with quality rather than quantity.

Now the moment he’d been waiting for - a slow number.  I smiled in 
amusement to myself and took another sip of scotch as I watched 
the two of them snuggle together in time-honoured fashion.  He had 
both hands around her waist, and it didn’t take long before they 
were exploring regions south.  Once there, he couldn’t seem to 
take them away – his hands remained clamped to her butt cheeks as 
if drawn by magnets, and by song’s end she could consider her rear 
well and truly caressed. 

Her face remained expressionless, and their gazes never met each 
other directly, but below the midriff it was as if they’d known 
each other for years.  His hips were doing a slow grind against 
her pelvis, and it was fortuitous for him that her stilettos 
raised her to a height where his hard-on could press her in a very 
intimate spot.

Many sets of eyes around the room were fixed upon this pair as 
they perambulated about the dance floor, moving against each other 
in discreet fuck motions.  She clung tightly to him - he gently 
rubbed and bumped.

That song faded out and she broke away.  He waited and wondered 
what was happening, but she teetered on her heels over to a booth 
where she’d clearly spotted someone more interesting.  He was 
older than the others, greying but exquisitely dressed and very 
distinguished-looking.  She bent and murmured something in his 
ear, and next she was leading him by the hand to the dance floor.  
That’s one way to tell someone their time is up – just go ask 
another one for a dance!

By this time almost every half-sober single male in the place was 
switched on to what was happening.  We seemed to be staring into 
space over our drinks, but really we were craning our necks 
between other dancing couples to check on the progress of this 
latest pairing.   

This gentleman started out cool like the others, but then I saw 
her tilt her head up and whisper something in his ear.  Moments 
later he had a hand on her backside, and his rubbing and stroking 
was hard to disguise.

The side of the lounge where I was sitting was darker and less 
populated than the other side.  It wasn’t long before the cunning 
devil had steered her into this deeper gloom, not very far from 
me.  This allowed me to see that, as he turned his right side to 
the wall, he’d slip his hand around from her rear to the front of 
her dress.  Just pass it casually to her groin and sandwich it 
there between them for a few moments, before sliding out and 
back again as their dancing had them turn back the other way.  The 
dirty old bastard was fondling her pubes!  Oh well, good on him.  
I wished I could be doing the same right then.

I definitely have a voyeuristic streak in me, and the sight of 
their surreptitious petting was getting me hot.  I had to get a 
dance with her, and I had to do it quick before someone else tried 
to jump her bones.  At the rate she was going, there’d end up 
being a gang-bang in the lobby!

As the song faded out, I stood up and approached them.

“Excuse me.  I’d like to cut in here, if I may.”

“Take a hike!” he said curtly, in a tone that sounded a lot less 
distinguished than he looked.

“By all means!” she sweetly contradicted, and then, to her 
companion of the moment, “Please excuse me.”  

I led her by the hand to the dancefloor.  Mercifully the tempo was 
suitable for holding her close, and she easily fitted in against 
my body.

God, she felt good!  So slim and supple.  Smelled good too, just 
the right amount of perfume and womanly musk.  She’d avoided the 
gaze of the others, but with me she was looking directly into my 
eyes.  A look that smouldered, as she pulled me even tighter 
against her.

I had a raging hard-on now and it would have been pretty obvious 
to her, given our full-frontal contact.  This was truly a vertical 
expression of horizontal emotion!

My hand was on her hip, enjoying the firm swell where her waist 
flared to her thighs.  I gently stroked to smooth silky skin, 
making the thin fabric of her dress glide over her in little 
movements.

My movements got bigger, covered more territory, extended higher 
and lower along her flank.

Then it dawned on me.  

I had yet to encounter any waist elastic.

I was a man with a mission now.  I had to solve this riddle.  My 
hand trekked from her ribcage to her thigh, and encountered 
nothing under that dress but bare skin.  

I slipped my hand around onto her butt, and it was the same.  Her 
buttock was a firm silky globe of bare flesh, unmarred by any kind 
of seam or elastic.

I looked at her questioningly.

She brought her lips closer to my ear and whispered “I’m not 
wearing any.”

No wonder those others had been reduced to acting like silly 
schoolboys!   Each had made the same discovery I’d just made, and 
it must have almost sent them berserk!

Which was pretty much the way I was feeling now.  My penis seemed 
to have swelled even larger at this discovery, and was hard as 
rock.

What is it about a woman not wearing panties, that makes us men go 
into such sexual overdrive?  I mean, the way panties are made 
these days, they’re almost like wearing nothing anyway.  Is it a 
sign that a woman is somehow more available?  Is it just our 
admiration for a sheer act of daring that gets us going?  Or the 
violation of another of society’s taboos?  Whatever.  You can’t 
argue with a hard-on, and probably shouldn’t try to psychoanalyze 
one either.

But not for me this juvenile groping on a public dance floor.  I 
wanted to get her somewhere alone!

“Shall we go upstairs?”

She smiled.

“Lets.”

She slipped her arm into mine and we headed out to the elevator in 
the lobby, pursued by a goodly number of looks that could kill.

The doors slid shut, and my hands were under that skirt in an 
instant.  Our lips found each other in a passionate kiss, while my 
fingertips teased and twirled through downy pubic hair.  Moving 
lower, I found her naked sex to be soft, swollen and hot.

A short dash down the heavily-carpeted corridor, and then I was 
fumbling in my pocket for the electronic key-card.  No sooner were 
we in the room than her arms were around my neck, pulling my mouth 
to hers, stabbing her tongue into me.  I was grabbing big handfuls 
of her naked rear.  Lifting her clear off the ground, I managed to 
have her fall back onto the bed, legs akimbo.

I kicked off my shoes and my trousers swiftly followed.  Then I 
was upon her.  Never mind foreplay, there were some pent-up 
emotions requiring immediate release here.

I entered her easily - she was good and ready for it.  And forget 
gentle, this was fast, hot and heavy.  I got my arms around under 
her and dug my fingers into the fleshy globes of her buttocks.  My 
face was pressed into the side of her neck with barely enough 
space to breathe.  She brought her legs up high around my back, 
and this made for full pubic contact.  The angle was just right, 
the pace frenetic, and neither of us could last for long.  

I heard grunting, and it took a few moments to realise that it was 
me.  Her ooh’s and aah’s were increasing in volume too, and it 
must have been quite a show that we put on for anyone on the other 
side of the wall.  Then the big moment arrived, and I was spent.

I stayed inside her for as long as I could, savouring the feelings 
of closeness and intimacy.  We said nothing, because there was 
nothing to say.  Just live for the present. And presently, do it 
again.

Her legs had slumped to a more comfortable angle, and my willy had 
wilted, so it was hard to stay inside her anymore.  I slid back, 
down, down, down, until I could smell her – and smell myself in 
her.  This was a moment I always cherished, being able to see 
where I’d been, smell it … taste it.  

I took my time and went gently, because I knew she’d probably be a 
bit tender down there.  My fingers traced circles over her inner 
thighs while my tongue danced and my lips nibbled and sucked.  I 
was willing to keep this up for as long as it took, and wished it 
could last forever, but all too soon my efforts were rewarded by 
the sound of rhythmic moaning, then shuddering, then her thighs 
squeezed together to force me away.

I lay beside her and we held hands, gazing at the ceiling.  

After a time her hand strayed to my crotch and encircled my penis.  
It was limp, and sticky.  

“It feels cute!” she said, the first words to be spoken since we’d 
got there.

“It does not!” I shot back defensively.

“Yes, it does” she responded, and it responded too, giving a bit 
of a twitch.

She raised herself up, leaned across, and popped it into her 
mouth.  It was still soft and flaccid, but starting to swell at 
this kind of treatment.  This was indeed an erotic sight, her 
patrician features, her long black lashes curling up, her dark 
straight hair hanging and brushing my thighs.  And her lips 
stretched taut about my stiffening prick as her head bobbed up and 
down, while pink-tipped breasts dangled and swayed in rhythm.

John Thomas was back to full health now, so I pushed her away onto 
her back. I mounted again, and slid so easily into her still-
sopping passage.  The friction was a lot less as a result, which 
meant I’d have to build this one slowly and go the distance.  

We built up an easy tempo and our coupling developed into one of 
those long, leisurely fucks that brings nice sensations but 
doesn’t seem to build up into anything, until you wonder if you’re 
ever going to come.  Eventually I did come, in fairly dignified 
fashion. She didn’t, but nevertheless seemed contented.

With that, we drifted off into a satisfied sleep. 

I was wakened by sunlight peeping through the drapes, and looked 
across at her.  She looked lovely, and I drew back the cover to 
see more of her.  Tantalised by her pink nipples, I leaned over 
and gently began to suckle.

Her eyelids fluttered open, at first in surprise at being in 
strange surroundings, and then it all came back to her.

“Ready to go another round?” I enquired, interrupting my teat-
sucking for a moment.   

She raised an arm and glanced at her watch.

“Very tempting, but we’re supposed to pick up the kids from the 
Thomas’s in an hour.  We’d better get up and going.”

I conceded this point.  She took my hand as she got up, and we 
quickly showered together.

As we dressed, I patted my pockets.

“What did I do with the car keys?”

“I’ve got them.  They’re in my purse.”

Ready to go, I paused to give her a quick kiss, just lightly on 
the lips.

She asked, “Well, dearest … did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“Is the Pope a Catholic!  What about you?”

“Yes, very much.  I look forward to planning our next little adventure …”




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