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The Dance Floor
by Fall (address withheld)

***

A man lusts after a girl on the dance floor, only to 
discover she might be more than he can handle. (MF, FF, 
voy, oral)

***

I met her on the dance floor.

Thursday

She was a little shorter than I was - though I'm not 
too tall myself, just under six feet - and the first 
thing I saw of her was the vivid, almost neon, orange-
red hair cascading down to her shoulders in a mix of 
dreads and straightened locks. 

My eyes roamed, taking in her slim figure encased in a 
tight black top with narrow straps that left most of 
her back and shoulders exposed. A few inches of skin 
showed at the small of her back then her pleated skirt 
kicked in, barely long enough to reach her thighs - and 
what thighs. 

I figured she had to be a dancer or an athlete to have 
legs like that; the all-too brief view of flawless, 
porcelain skin between her striped stockings and the 
shifting hem of her skirt was enough to hook me in. I 
had to see her face. Was she as beautiful as I hoped, 
or was her sexy appearance just a cruel trick?

"Hi," I shouted over the music, my fingers brushing 
against her shoulder as I tried to get her attention. 
She felt like silk. For what seemed like an eternity 
she didn't respond, just kept twisting to the beat, but 
finally she turned, wordlessly, and draped her arms 
around my neck, continuing to dance as if nothing had 
changed. 

Her hair was even more vivid than I realised close-up, 
catching the lights that shimmered overhead. Two 
slightly wavy locks framed her face. She had soft, 
delicate features; her mouth shining with lip gloss the 
same colour as her hair, her eyes highlighted with more 
muted tones. Her eyes were sultry and disarming, 
looking up at me from under half-closed lids. It made 
her seem coy and mischievous at the same time. I fought 
to keep my eyes on hers instead of trailing lower, and 
when my brain got back into gear, I remembered to say, 
"I'm Lucas."

She considered this information, biting her lip 
thoughtfully. That one gesture could have floored me. 
"Grace," she introduced herself as. I wasn't sure if 
that was her real name or not.

"You come here often?" I asked, and mentally kicked 
myself. How lame. If she thought so too it didn't show: 
she just shook her head and moved a little closer, 
swaying to the more subdued tune the DJ had put on. I 
made a mental note to thank him for his impeccable 
timing.

Before I knew it, she had her body pressed against 
mine. Her arms were tighter around my neck, our 
foreheads almost touched. Her breasts were soft against 
my chest. It didn't feel like she was wearing a bra. My 
hands, first on her shoulders, slid down her back, 
confirming my theory. God, she was irresistible. So far 
she'd practically melted into me, so I decided to push 
my luck, my hands grazing her buttocks before gripping 
more firmly through her skirt. She smiled, grinding her 
hips into me. 

There was no way she could miss my erection pressing 
into her stomach, but rather than scaring her off as I 
feared, it just made her lick her lips. She was like a 
predator toying with her prey - and I didn't mind being 
lower on the food chain. She'd kissed me before I even 
realised she'd moved, her tongue slipping between my 
surprised lips and caressing mine with expert skill. My 
right hand worked it's way up, underneath her skimpy 
top, stroking her back as we made out in the middle of 
the dance floor. I didn't care how much of a spectacle 
we might end up creating: I had to have her. 
Fortunately for my part, she seemed to want to have me.

Awkwardly, we half-danced and half-fell our way off the 
floor, still entwined, her hands all over my back, mine 
all over hers. We barely stopped kissing to find time 
to breath, it was the most frantic kiss I'd ever had. 
Somehow we ended up in one of the darker corners of the 
club, tucked away next to one of the foundation arches. 
She was pressed against the wall, I was pressed against 
her, shamelessly groping her breast beneath her top. 
She wasn't overly-endowed, but she felt wonderful, and 
her nipple was hard beneath my fingertips as I toyed 
with her, eliciting moans into my mouth. 

She stopped running her hands over my back and for a 
moment I thought I'd gone too far, until she unzipped 
my jeans and started to stroke my cock through my 
boxers. I could have cum right then, but I held back. 
Barely. She broke the kiss, seemingly only to see what 
effect her teasing was having on me. I had to steady 
myself against the arch with one hand, leaning into her 
as she worked my cock free and gripped it more firmly. 

I groaned, she was too good. Then as suddenly as she'd 
started she stopped, and slid down the wall, engulfing 
my cock with her mouth without even lining me up with 
her hands. She was a natural, or just incredibly 
experienced. I didn't care. I'd never had a blowjob so 
good, never felt a mouth so warm, and wet, and she took 
me so deep, I could feel her throat against the head of 
my cock. She didn't gag, even as I came, stifling a cry 
of ecstasy, my cock spasming and pouring come down her 
throat. She kept sucking, until the pleasure became 
almost unbearable, and only then did she stop, 
carefully zipping me back up and rising to her feet.

"Come back tomorrow," she whispered, crystal clear over 
the music, and ducked under my arm, disappearing into 
the crowd. I could hardly move after that, let alone 
chase her. She was gone.


Friday

It was an easy choice, whether or not I should return 
the next night, even though the cover charge had gone 
up, and I couldn't really afford to go out as it was. 
But for her, I'd have done anything. Milling about with 
a beer in my hand, I stood near the dance floor but not 
on it, trying to spot her, but her vivid orange-red 
hair was nowhere to be seen. I checked my watch - it 
was this time yesterday that I'd first seen her. Maybe 
she'd stood me up, or maybe I'd hallucinated the whole 
thing. Just as I was thinking it had been too good to 
be true, someone brushed their fingers over my 
shoulder.

"Hi," a girl said behind me. I turned. She was wearing 
a black mini-dress that zipped through from the neck to 
the hem. The zip had a fairly large d-ring attached, 
and was already partially undone, revealing a 
tantalising glimpse of cleavage. Her hair was blue-
black, and pretty short, in a cute, asymmetrical bob 
that half-hid her face behind her fringe. It was only 
then that I realised she was the girl from the night 
before. 

"I'm Alice," she said, leaving me to guess whether that 
was her real name or another pseudonym. It didn't 
matter, she was here now. My cock rose in anticipation, 
but first, she dragged me onto the dance floor, hardly 
giving me the time to leave my beer on a counter.

A fast electronica track was playing, and she 
practically writhed to it. Each sudden movement 
threatened to hike the already short skirt of the mini-
dress even higher, and some of her twists pulled at the 
zipper, edging it lower, and my eyes were glued to her 
increasingly exposed cleavage. She knew what she was 
doing to me, she even seemed to be getting off on it; 
the more turned on I got by her dancing, the more 
violent her moves, the more erotic the result. I 
couldn't keep her out of my arms any longer. 

As I wrapped around her, I noticed she was shorter than 
yesterday - she must have had platform boots on before. 
I had to pick her up to kiss her, and I could sense her 
smile as her skirt slipped up over her ass cheeks, 
exposing them to anyone on the dance floor observant 
enough. When we broke the kiss she pulled her skirt 
down, but only just - with my hands on her buttocks, I 
could still feel a lot of skin.

Just like before, we soon worked our way off the dance 
floor, but to a different corner of the club. This part 
had couches where people could chill out in the shadows 
away from the heat and light of the dance floor, but it 
was still early in the night and we were the only ones 
there. She pushed me back onto a couch, following me 
down and straddling my hips. My cock pressed against 
her sex through my jeans and whatever she was wearing, 
I could feel the heat coming off her. 

She bit her lip teasingly, and ground down against me, 
and continuing until we were dry-humping on the couch, 
she getting off grinding against my cock, and me just 
struggling to keep from exploding. I reached up and 
hooked my finger into the d-ring of her zip, tugging it 
down slowly, savouring every inch of skin exposed. When 
I reached her navel I let go and ran my fingers up over 
her taut, flat stomach to cup her breasts, pushing the 
dress aside so it hung loosely off her shoulders, 
caressing her curves and tweaking her nipples. 

I pulled her towards me so I could kiss her neck, then 
her chest, worked my way to her breasts and then 
sucking lightly on her nipples, flicking them with my 
tongue, as she continued to grind. Abruptly she rolled 
off me, still half-naked, and gestured for me to follow 
suit. I straddled her hips as she had done mine, and 
she once again unzipped me and got a hold of my cock. 

This time as she got me off she looked me in the eye, 
never breaking that contact, and slowly worked both her 
hands up and down my shaft at an agonisingly slow pace. 
She could see in my eyes how much I wanted to come, but 
she didn't let me, drawing the process out for as long 
as possible, the risk of getting caught increasing with 
every passing moment, until at last she sped up her 
ministrations, jerking me off faster and faster, and I 
came, hot white come landing on her breasts and 
stomach, a few drops landing on her cheek. She wiped it 
off her face with a fingertip, and licked it clean. Her 
come-covered chest she ignored, just zipped the dress 
back up, and slid out from under me.

"Tomorrow," she informed me, and I nodded, panting. She 
kissed my cheek, and left.


Saturday

It was the busiest I'd seen the club in some time, 
making me worry that she wouldn't be able to find me - 
or just as bad, that when she did, we'd have nowhere 
private to go, and I wasn't sure how she'd feel if I 
offered to take her home with me. I began looking for 
her in earnest, but the trouble was I didn't know what 
I was looking for. She could be wearing anything, she 
might have changed her hair again. It was like 
searching for a needle in a very large, writhing, 
multi-coloured haystack. 

Just as I was about to give up, I saw her. Even with 
her hair up, and in ringlets, coloured a sort of 
reddish-brown, it was undoubtedly her. The way the 
ringlets fell around her face would have given her a 
certain shy beauty, she could have pulled off the girl-
next-door look, if not for what she was wearing. A 
tight net t-shirt gave no doubt that she wasn't wearing 
anything beneath, the way her breasts bounced when she 
moved, never staying still enough to get a good glimpse 
of her nipples through the holes. 

The black pleated skirt had returned, flicking up when 
she danced, highlighting her gorgeous legs. I was about 
to go to her, but then I realised she was already with 
someone. I'd have felt betrayed if it was another guy - 
despite the blatantly informal, sexual nature of our 
'relationship' - but it wasn't another guy at all. Who 
she danced with could definitely pull off the innocent 
girl-next-door look, even with her ample chest squeezed 
into a striped purple, pink and blue three-quarter 
sleeved shirt than ended just above her midriff. Her 
jeans were tight, showing off a really great ass, and 
Alice's grip was enough to demonstrate how firm that 
ass really was.

Neither had noticed me watching them, and the rest of 
the crowd didn't seem to care about their antics, or 
were just politely ignoring them, save for a few 
surreptitious glances - mostly the men when their 
partners weren't paying attention to the direction of 
their gaze. Alice was definitely in charge of the 
situation, just as she had been in control with me, 
guiding her fellow dancer's movements, sliding her leg 
between the other girl's thighs, wrapping her arms 
around her. 

She used that leverage to pull the girl down onto her 
leg, and the girl was quickly grinding her crotch 
against Alice's thigh. Alice kept busy, slipping one 
hand up under the other girl's shirt to fondle her 
large breasts. I could see her reach around to unhook 
the girl's bra, and watched as the girl shirked it 
through her sleeves. Her nipples were plainly visible, 
poking out from the stretchy fabric of her shirt, and 
the way her freed breasts moved was incredibly erotic.

Slipping her leg out from between the other girl's 
thighs, and ignoring her looks of dissatisfied protest, 
Alice circled around her new toy, pressing into the 
girl's back and sliding her hands up to cup her 
breasts. Then her fingers danced down the girl's 
stomach and into her jeans, the fevered movements I 
could make out matched by the looks of ecstasy on the 
girl's face. She tensed suddenly, her mouth open in a 
cry of pleasure muted by the music, but Alice didn't 
stop. 

I couldn't pry my eyes away from the girl's quivering 
breasts at first, but when I did, I saw Alice looking 
at me, making eye contact right across the crowded 
dance floor, as she worked the nameless girl to orgasm 
after orgasm. My cock twitched, remembering that same 
eye contact as she gave me the best hand job of my 
life. 

When she was done, Alice left the girl dazed in the 
middle of the dance floor, and having whispered 
something in her ear, wound her way gracefully to me. 
She didn't say anything, just kissed me sensuously, and 
then slid two of her fingers into my mouth. The taste 
was unmistakable.

"Who're you today?" I asked, but she didn't answer. 
Instead she took my hand and guided it down under her 
skirt. She wasn't wearing anything beneath it, and was 
already wet with excitement. My middle finger slid into 
her easily, drawing out a faint gasp from her, but she 
was still very tight. I knew that tonight, I had to be 
inside her. 

Pulling her close, it looked like we were just slow 
dancing, but I started to finger her slowly, trying to 
repay her for the previous night's teasing. I didn't 
consider myself a bad guy when it came to getting a 
girl off, and the way her fingers were digging into my 
shoulder reassured me. My index finger slipped into 
her, and her grip tightened even further. I was 
expecting her to draw blood. My thumb on her clit 
finished her off, her orgasm heralded by a breathless 
cry in my ear, and her pussy squeezing and spasming 
around my fingers.

With her weak-kneed, it was my turn to lead us off the 
dance floor. Tonight the chill out room wasn't empty, 
but other people weren't really registering in my head 
anymore. My world started and ended with her. I was 
head over heels in lust. Finding a couch of our own, we 
settled into it, her curled in my lap with her head 
against my chest. She seemed to be watching the couple 
on the couch next to us. They were obviously flirting, 
inching closer together, perhaps approaching that first 
kiss. Alice stroked my cock through my jeans. 

We were far beyond first kisses. She shifted, 
straddling me as she had done before, and I could feel 
her dampness through two layers of clothing. Expertly 
she had me unzipped and out of my boxers with the most 
minimal of movements, and guided me inside herself 
without hesitation. I closed my eyes, devoured by the 
sensation of entering her. She was wondrously tight, 
but slick at the same time. We felt made for each 
other, perfectly proportioned. 

The other couple hadn't noticed us yet, too involved 
with each other, and Alice started out subtly enough 
that I briefly dreamed it would stay that way. She 
ground down onto me, taking me deeper and deeper, and 
rotated her hips slowly, biting her lip once again - in 
pleasure, this time, I thought. I pulled her down 
towards me for a long, involved kiss, but when we broke 
it she began to ramp up her movements. It quickly 
became obvious what we were doing, but I was powerless 
to stop her. 

More than that, I didn't want to stop her. Fucking her 
- being fucked by her - just felt too good. Soon the 
other couple stopped their flirtations, watching us 
brazenly. I raised my hips to meet her on the down 
stroke of her technique, and throwing any caution or 
decorum away, hooked my thumbs under her net top. She 
raised her arms up without question, and I slid it off 
over her head, exposing her breasts for everyone to 
see, bouncing every time she thrust herself down onto 
me. 

Her eyes fluttered between open and closed, seemingly 
unaware of her surroundings, uncaring of the number of 
people watching her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw 
the girl's hand on her would-be partner's thigh, and 
the nervous, but aroused, look on her face.

When Alice came, she came explosively, throwing herself 
down onto me with one final thrust, the walls of her 
pussy milking the orgasm out of me. I'd never felt so 
drained, so well-fucked, before or since then. For a 
long time she simply lay against my chest, arms loosely 
around my neck, as they had been when we first met, 
until she gathered enough strength to move. Without a 
word to me or anyone else, she pulled her net shirt 
back on, and slid off me. I zipped myself back up, 
blushing slightly. I noticed the onlookers suddenly 
found the walls very interesting. 

When I looked back, Alice - if that was her name - had 
gone.

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