The Dance
The Dance by KySkye
The room was full of a smoky mist. The haze was hard to see
through. The sounds of faint music could be heard above
the noise of the crowded room. As I walked closer to the stage
the music grew louder. The smoke seemed to clear a little.
Revealing a stage at the front of the room. A small sound
system being run by the bartender off to the left of the stage.
There were a few tables at the front but no one seemed to want
to sit there. The bar stools were full of half drunk men swapping
stories of loves lost.
As I walked over to the bar I could sense all eyes on me. I leaned
over and asked to bar tender if he could play my tape. Without
saying a word he took it and put it in the ageless system.
With a halfhearted smile I winked and slowly walked up on
stage. As the music began I closed my eyes and let the music
guide me. The men at the bar had turned to see what was about
to happen. The bartender adjusted the lights to put more
focus on me. My hips began to sway to the tune I had selected.
My hands glided across my hips, along my sides, and up to
my hair. I gave my hair a gentle toss before opening my eyes.
The music had quickened slightly. I noticed the tables
in the front had begun to fill with men yelling “Take it off”
or “Yeah Baby”.
I focused my eyes on one, a quiet man toward the right side.
He seemed very attentive to my movements. I licked my lips
as my fingers slid over them. My fingers making a trail down
my neck. Sliding across my breast, around my side. My hips
and legs keeping time to the music. Grinding the air, moving
as one with the sounds. I could smell the different colognes
as the businessmen had begun to fill the remaining seats
in the front. There suits and proper manners not as polished
as when they arrived hours ago.
As my hand slid across the strap to my black gown I motioned
for the tall stranger to join me on stage. He quietly rose
and worked his way next to the stage, never taking his eyes
off me. Our eyes stayed locked together until he was next
to me. I turned and pressed my hips into him. Grinding against
him. I could feel his cock pressing against his tight jeans.
I could hear him let out a soft moan as my ass brushed against
him. I turned my head and asked him to help me out of this.
His hands were soft as silk as he slowly slides the zipper
down on my gown.
The bartender had slid a chair up on stage. Knowing what
I was about to do as he had seen me several nights before.
I turned to look this dark haired man in the eyes as I ran my
hand along his chest. Lightly touching his body through
his clothes. I took him over to the chair and sat him in it.
As I leaned in to kiss his neck I whispered “Sit back and enjoy.”
I stepped back slightly and began to dance again. The crowd
now was saying “ Lucky dog.” and “Can I be next.” My hands
moved along my arms to the straps holding the short dress
on. I slipped one strap off. My hand caressing my breast
and holding the dress in place. My other hand copied the
first, sliding both straps off my shoulders. My hands squeezing
my breasts. My fingers pinching my nipples, making them
erect and very visible. I turned to face the crowd as I raised
my skirt slightly. Showing a glimpse of my black lace panties.
I bent over showing the stranger the full view of my lace-covered
ass. The men in the front seeing straight down my dress.
My breasts nearly were falling out of my black lace bra.
As I rose I danced around the stranger. Grinding my lower
body into his shoulder. Sliding up and down his arm as if
it were a pole on the stage.
My hands working there way under the strangers shirt. Slipping
over his nipples, firmly squeezing them. Suddenly ripping
off his shirt I leaned over and licked his chest, up to his
neck. Continuing to press my body into his as I danced around
to be facing the crowd. Straddling the stranger I pressed
my ass into his face as I bent over to grab my ankles. Grinding
my ass in the air as I did. The crowd going crazy with desire,
wanting more. Bending my knees and making myself sit in
his lap as I rose I slowly moved my hips back and forth as if
we were the only ones there, making sweet love. As I felt
his bulge growing, with every thrust of my hips into his
lap, I grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them in time to
the music. The guys in front were squirming in their seats.
The stranger leans forward and asks “May I touch?”
Before I can respond the lights brighten and the music stops.
As everyone looks around the manager is standing at the
bar, a look of disgust on her face. Realizing that my performance
is over I slip my dress back on and gracefully depart the
stage with the stranger in step behind me. We make our way
to the bar where complimentary drinks are waiting.
Mine being a Slow Comfortable Screw and the stranger drinking
straight whiskey. Sipping our drinks slowly we made polite
conversation. Gradually getting closer to each other.
Before long I could reach his rock hard bulge without being
noticed. Slipping my hand into his lap I began to stroke
him through his cloths. Our conversation slows to simple
moans as I continued to stroke him faster. Quietly unzipping
his pants I slipped my hand into them. Now wrapping my warm,
silky hand around his rock hard penis I kiss him gently on
the neck. Whispering “Give me your load sexy!” Sucking
on his ear slightly. Feeling his throbbing in my hand. Knowing
he can’t hold out much longer. I tighten my grip and stroke
faster. Hearing his moans getting loader I lean in and kiss
him, causing him to lose his load right there at the bar.
As I slow my pace I smile at him, lean in and kiss his cheek.
As he regains his composure I slip off into the crowd. Never
to be seen by him again.
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