The Dance

I’m at a reception with a long time friend when I see her.  She is attractive and mostly remarkable for the smile that graces her face.  She has dark, short hair.  It frames her face and accents her look.  Green eyes sparkle back at me.  Her lips are colored bright red.  Her smile beckons me and I walk toward her.  Dimples accent her smile like exclamation marks.  Like all smiles, hers is contagious.  I smile back. 

She brightens as I approach.  She reaches out and hugs me as she says hello.  I like it.  I am aware of her breasts against mine.  I am not sure, but I may have shuttered a bit as we embraced. 

My reaction is due; I am sure, to my secret obedience.  My Mistress commanded me to wear nothing under my dress.  I am a bit terrified and excited to follow her order.  She likes putting me in situations that increase my excitement.  My problem is of my own making as I could have exercised Victorian like caution and trussed myself up such that it would not be an issue.  But I didn’t.  My skirt is a bit short and I am trying to be vigilant against flashing my sex.  And my top, while not revealing would do little to hide my excited nipples and my nipple studs.  Consequently I am already sexually aroused, so when our breasts touch, the spark I feel increases my concern that my nipples will be obvious when we part.  I can feel them harden.  Damn, I want to look down, but I keep her eyes as we exchange pleasantries.  Her smile seems to broaden and I think I notice her eyes dart to my chest.  My face burns as it reddens.  She grabs my hand and starts walking.  I follow. 

As we enter the dance floor, she turns and starts moving her body to the music.  I am like a statute at first, dancing is sure to result in the exposure I have been trying to avoid.  But I can’t simply stand as she sways to the music holding my hand.  I start to move, still a bit stiff. 

We dance through a couple of songs.  I never really dance.  She starts walking again and pulls me to the bar.  She smiles her order at the bartender and we are treated to a couple of high octane, tasty shots.  She gulps hers and urges me to do the same.  A second round and she leads me back out onto the dance floor.  Again I follow.  As I watch her move I respond and start to enjoy the music and her flirtations.  The alcohol has had its desired effect.  I enjoy her contact as she bounces her body against mine.  I forget my attire and return her enthusiasm. 

A slow dance is queued.  She embraces me, swaying gently with the music.  My breasts and nipples harden.  Rhythmic, exquisite torture ensues.  My friend is so vibrantly alive her excitement is contagious.  My nipples will clearly signal my arousal.  I hope she won’t notice. 

The music stops and I am aware that she has pulled away.  I look down, not wanting to deal with my embarrassment.  She gently lifts my chin.  My new friend has a devilish grin on her face.  I try to act nonchalant, but we both know it’s a ruse.  I grab her hand as the next song starts, trying to ignore what happened.  Clearly that is not going to happen as she takes every opportunity to nudge, poke and caress my breasts.  She has clearly caught on to my excitement, ignoring my embarrassment and, I think, she is trying to keep my nipples aroused.  The more I try to ignore her touch the more responsive my nipples are to her efforts.  My inhibitions are fading and I start to really enjoy my situation. 

Finally it happens.  I twirl and bend a bit too much and I am instantly aware that I have given her and whoever else happened to be looking, a look at by ass.  I am aware but try to act like it didn’t happened.  I turn slowly, less animated to see if I can detect a reaction.  Of course, it’s there.  I am not sure what it means, but something in her eyes has changed. 

I contemplate my escape as one song stops, before another can start.  She catches my hand as a slow song starts and swings me into her arms.  Relieved that I don’t have to look into her eyes I relax in her embrace.  I close my eyes as and follow her lead.  I feel her hand on my back as it slides lower and then she removes her hand altogether.  This is odd I think until I feel her fingers on my bare ass cheeks.  I try to stop and open my eyes; but I am too afraid.  Finally I look out over the room and realize that we are in a corner.  No one is pointing and looking astonished.  Luckily, no one is behind us, no one can see her hand under my skirt.  I try to pull away, but she is strong and clearly prepared for my attempt to escape!  She holds me tight.  She pulls me along and I respond not wanting to draw anyone’s attention.  I realize that she has probably maneuvered me to the corner and planned her actions to avail herself of the privacy the darker corner has provided. 

An incredible mix of feelings floods my mind.  Mostly I do not wish to upset my hosts or disrupt the reception by making a spectacle of myself.  I am unsettled by the fact that my playful friend is exploring my bare cheeks.  Right now she is drawing her fingers down along the crease of my ass!!  I am mortified.  I am conflicted.  I am enjoying it!  I close my eyes and caress her in response.  I know I should stop her, but I don’t seem to be capable of asserting myself.  Candidly, I am not totally sure I want to either.  Her fingers are magical. 

This is so not like me to engage in risqué activities.  I am usually a “good girl.”  I wonder where my morals have gone.  I am truly enjoying the caresses.  My nipples are hard.  I sex is tingling.  Pleasure is driving my actions, not sensibility.  I know somewhere in my being that I should be saying no.  My body is betraying that sensibility and craves her touch.  I am sure my Mistress had this in mind when she set me to this task.  Delight is driving my response to my friend’s playful fingers.  

A shock shoots through my body and I am instantly torn from my reverie!  I stop moving.  Terror seizes my heart.  It now clear to me that she has figured out that I don’t have anything on beneath my skirt.  Her hands have explored my naked ass and could not find any evidence of underwear.  Like a bitch in heat, I have not said no.  I have not protested strong enough or actively tried to stop her explorations.  She has acted on my tacit approval and the idea that I am a wanton woman.  She has contorted herself to slip a finger into my pussy! 

Belatedly, I try to assert myself, to push her away.  Again she is prepared for this attempt too.  But I am motivated to regain control of myself.  Of my situation.  I push her away.  I am shocked to see that she is smiling gleefully.  My eyes widen, time seems to stop as I see her fingers rise to her lips and slowly, provocatively she licks her finger!  I cannot will myself to move. 

She steps towards me, embraces me as if nothing has happened and engages me in dance.  My mind and body are frozen.  She hugs me, murmurs her approval, and tells me that everything is fine.  She nibbles on my ear and cheek.  Leaves a trail of light kisses on my face until her lips find mine and she kisses me deeply.  My will is fading.  I start to respond to her kiss, to allow her tongue to enter my mouth.  I realize I have embraced her back.  I am swaying to the music.  Excitement returns.  I am shocked by the recognition of my desire.  I want her.   

The music stops and my friend leads me once again to the bar.  More smiles, more orders, more shots are provided and consumed.  I try to match her enthusiasm, in for a penny, in for a pound.  She leads not to the dance floor, but to the other side of the room.  I follow, having relinquished my personal control to this delightful woman who has captivated me, because she seems to be playing along with me and is definitely taking delight in the fact that I have very little on. 

We do not stop to dance and continue down a side hall.  I am not sure where we are heading.  We start to pass a door left slightly ajar.  It appears to be a storage room.  Suddenly the door is open and we pass into the room. 

I am confused.  My friend closes the door, turns to me pulls me close and kisses me.  She is grinding her body against mine, pressing her leg between mine and grinding her thigh into me.  Fleetingly I think this is a dream, the sensations are so powerful, the excitement so palpable that I am quivering with lust.  On top of my nakedness, I am aware that someone could walk-in on us.  I throw caution aside, close my arms around her and enthusiastically return her kiss, quietly moaning. 

She pulls her leg back and I feel her hand on my sex.  She is rubbing it vigorously, occasionally letting a finger part my lips, drawing the length of a finger or two across my clit.  I am so excited I am afraid my legs will give way.  My mind and body are so overwhelmed I am simply reacting to her.  My mind is not yet engaged to respond back in a meaningful way except with raw sexual responses. 

She pushes me against the wall and kneels in front of me.  Pushing my legs apart and forcing her head between my thighs.  She is forceful and demanding in her actions.  I almost explode when she places her mouth on my sex and sucks deeply.  I feel her tongue force its way between my lips.  I am shaking so hard, I am trying hard to stay standing.  My muscles and limbs are acting involuntarily.  I tighten my legs around her head, push her head tighter into my pussy with one hand and bite the other to keep from moaning. 

She reaches up and slips so many fingers into my pussy I feel like I am going to split wide open.  Deliciously she finds my clit with her lips sucks hard and twirls her tongue around it.

My orgasm is strong and powerful.  Delicious waves sweep through my body, the pleasure is incredible.  I cannot contain myself and I hear myself loudly groan.  I release my hand from her head.  I feel spent and energized at the same time. 

I reach to pull her to my mouth, but she stays where she is.  She does not stop.  Instead she licks my juices and my pussy clean, prolonging my spasms. 

My new friend pauses and again I think she is done, when she repeats herself.  Again she thrusts her fingers into my pussy and sucks hard on my clit.  Immediately I am almost ready to cum again.  I want to squeeze her tight with my legs, but I resist and spread them wide to give her better access.  The tension is intense and exquisite.  She has been pulling me close with her other hand.  Squeezing and massaging my ass cheeks with her free hand to add to my pleasure.  When she thrusts another finger into to ass, I cum again, moaning even louder. 

Again she licks me gently clean.  I don’t know how I didn’t fall over.  She rises and kisses me deeply.  I taste my juices on her lips and grind myself against her shamelessly.  When she stands, I lick her lips, her face, her cheeks. 

I start to say something to her, but she shakes her head no.  She smiles and says not yet lover, you are coming home with me.  I smile and nod. 

As we walk out of the closet, I wonder if anyone will notice the musky sent we have left in the room.