Dance clubs can be so intimidating. the expectations, the sweaty bodies rubbing together replacing everyday conversation. The club is packed today and I'm not an aggressive guy anyway, so I enjoy watching people interact with one another, but when it's this crowded I start to turn off and just watch. Wow, You've got to see this. There's this really tall and lanky guy, you know the Brad Pitt type and he's dancing with this girl chest to back and his hands are cupping her tits underneath her top. Man! She sees me watching her so I turn away embarrasingly.

Slowly, I return just in time to watch them at it again as one of his hands ever so cautiously meanders its way down towards her tight hip hugging jeans. He's obviously experienced at this, he unfastens the top button, and his hand disapears quitely into her womanhood. Her tongue tenderly touches her lips as she closes her eyes. Her knees buckle as she groans. She arches her back and momentarily forgets where she is.

With a quiet gasp and not to cause too much attention his once emerced hand reappears in hers. With obvious excitement she turns around with eyes of lust and whispers in his ear, "Now, I want you to take me home and PLAY ME until the sun rises." With that she snatches his hand and leads him out. "He's gonna have some fun tonight." I thought to myself Things were beginning to die down a little bit.

Not quite as much dancing, but there was this mist that was refreshing, but made it difficult to see. I was observing again and as the dancers parted a beautiful red-headed woman appeared sitting alone across the dance floor much like I am.

Her skin was like Ivory Soap with freckles all about. She had a slender figure. Amazing, she's watching the dancers just like me. With that she must have seen me watching...Our eyes met, but I didn't turn away this time. Instead she crossed her legs under the table and began circling her martini glass with her index finger. All while gazing through me. Inviting me to proceed. Wanting me, I couldn't resist, I was spellbound.

Confidently, I walked across the floor, never taking my eyes off her.

She invited me to sit next to her with a simple nod. No words, no achnowlegement. We sat together for what seemed like hours.

Finally, I gently kissed her shoulder and she gasped unexpectedly but gave me no objections. She tilted her neck away inviting me for more and I could feel her heart pounding. Her hand began rubbing my thigh and I was surprised how arroused I was. My kisses became more intense as I began to ease my way up her leg. Her legs cautiously part inviting my touch. First, teasingly I raked the back of my fingernails on her knee. She looks at me poutingly.

Now her leg is strattled over my lap and begins thrusting gently.

She's driving me crazy. I begin touching more firmly as I work my fingers down. Her slinky red dress reveals that she's not wearing any panties and carefully, I probe her most sacred place. Her thrusts become more and more intense.

"Please, you have to stop." she says firmly, "We'll get caught." Without a word I descretely made sure I wasn't being watched and with a firm yet passionate tone I told her "I've wanted to do this the first time I laid eyes on you but you can't let anyone know what's happening." I slipped underneath the table and reassured her that everything would be alright. Her legs were long and lean, freckles as far as one could see. She gazes at me eagerly...

"Look at the dancers" I demanded, "but think of me.

" She was already teasing wet. She slid her pelvis forward as I began toying and probing and teasing.

She began rocking her pelvis again while guiding my face. She tastes like sweet nectar as my pace quickens. Her thighs are wide appart now and she glances down at me. "Oooooohhhh, yeahhhh just like that." My pace quickens still. My fingers find their way into her dwelling as her pelvis begins to gyrate. Caringly she looks down at me begs me to stop.

"I'm gonna Cum if you continue." Realizing she's not going to get me to stop she submits. Our hearts race and I'm at a torrid pace now. Licking her little stick of dynomite until she can't take it anymore. Four fingers are in her softness and I'm toying her at a feverish pace. "Oh God, " she mutters as she firmly grasps the back of my head.

"I'm cumming, eat me eat me, I'm cumming." She spews with delight all over my face for what seems to be hours.

Her face is flush with excitement and she can't stop shaking. After I while I found my way to my seat next to her as if I dropped my napkin and couldn't find where it was.

The dancers are dispursed, and nobody seemed to have any idea what happened. Were we that discrete? NO BODY knew what was going on? The mist seemed to be getting worse so I turned and suggested to her that we leave. But, in the seat next to me was....nobody and across the dance floor at the table she once occupied sat that lonely martini glass.