| Straight: Strangers: Club Thing (1/2) |
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It was something new and very exotic and strange. A chance meeting in a club with no words spoken slowly became a dance of seduction. Eyes that met from across the room, drew each other nearer, and soon both the girl and the man were feeling the rough touch of pulled-tight denim, slippery silk and cotton that air blew through easily. The music thumped loudly, but in their mind, even though it was barely noticeable, it filled their ears with a sensual beat, acting as an invisible force that moved their bodies for them. In a corner where either no one would notice, or everyone would, the meaningless two cotton shirts came off and allowed the heat of bodies to come together, burning at the touch of it’s counterpart. The slippery silk slid off, and then the tight denim was slowly raked down to allow the adamantine piece of flesh to be free. Finally free. The dance took place to a medium beat that allowed only for slow sexual advances and stirrings. Hips swung and the beautiful creatures spun, letting the sound of lust fuel it all. In the soul of the city, they would soon come together, like two magnets becoming attached. But that’s coming soon. Meanwhile, they pushed up against one another, stroking their own and each other’s while still moving with the beat. Her hands pawed at his chest when his entered her with his finger, pushing up inside her where the only feeling was touch. The amazing movement of his hand inside her caused her to arch her back, push back against his invading hand and moan. If she cried out too loud, the other people suggesting what she was actually doing would see, and it would no longer be a private affair. She swung her head to the side, trying to distract herself from the pleasure of it all. When she did that, she looked like a lioness; wild, graceful and ready to pounce. The man was watching her with curiosity, enjoying her animal-like motion. He liked imagining her as the lioness and him as the lion who was ready to ravage her. He drove his finger even farther into her, loving it when her movements intensified, and she finally lost control. With a cry, she lost all of her resolve and gushed all over the part of him that had made it happen. He slid his hand out and laughed, sucking on his paw as he turned away, letting her collect herself and to make sure no one was watching them. He turned back, and was startled to see her already composed, moving to the beat again. Moving her shoulders, putting her arms above her head, she was hypnotizing him with her sway. The man watched, transfixed, as she danced in front of him. She was naked and flexible, and looked like rippling water. A regal lioness that moved like still, rippling, sparkling water. It was almost too much for him to bear, but he clenched his teeth and made himself just watch her. The music hit a high note and she threw her head back, letting out a small moan. Then the music hit another note that was high, and she threw herself into his lap. He was sitting cross-legged, and she wrapped her legs around his waste and pressed her pelvis against his stomach. His stiffened prick was pushed against her butt-crack and she pushed right back against it. It was as big as the club was crowded, and the club was very |
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