Wearing my light blue, frilly, low cut, cowgirl dress and western boots I enter the AChat Bar and Grill for the first time in months. I look around and notice that some things have changed, and some things have not. The bar is crowded tonight and the dance floor seems especially busy. I step up to the bar and order a shot of Jack Daniels and a coke for a chaser, leaving a 10 on the bar. Taking a sip of the whiskey I look around for Covems and I catch him watching me with a slight grin on his face, from the other end of the bar.
I pick up my drinks and with my best “sexy” walk I stroll over to him. Placing the coke on the bar I take another sip of the whiskey before putting that down. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck and pull him down to me. “I want the next dance,” I announce, and he takes me by the hand and leads me to the dance floor. The music starts up once more. I feel his arms go around me, and we fall into a natural rhythm.
Sometimes good club music is almost like good sex, it sets you writhing, grinding, twisting, sweating into another's arms. His eyes hold me as we move, the most beautiful eyes on a man I've ever seen, crystal blue and pure as spring water. The beat is primal and so are our moves, his hands on my lower back, one knee between my slightly parted legs, hips grinding in time to the pounding speakers. My hands fist into his soft sweater, my stomach brushing against the fly of his jeans. I could feel the erection growing under his clothing, and it sets a chain heat through my body. His head drops forward, and I can feel his breath hot against my neck. It sets my nipples erect, brushing against his chest as we move. I move my hands around his neck, pushing my body harder into him, his lips brush my earlobe. His tongue comes out once, tasting the sweat-and-perfume mixture on my neck in one bold lick. I moan and dip my hips, grinding playfully against his thigh. “Are you wet?” He asks me, the whisper sending goosebumps up my skin.
“Why don't you find out?” I whisper back. I am only teasing him, baiting him along…..but I should know better with Covems and I feel one hand slide from my lower back to my hip, then up my dress. We are hidden among a sea of dancing couples, so no one knows just how hot of a turn things are taking. I feel his fingers trace the damp satin of my thong, then slips past, touching lightly the pouting lips of my sex. I shudder when I feel two fingers slide in me, testing my damp pussy with obvious skill. I stare up into his eyes, those eyes that burn into mine as he withdraws his fingers, then plunges them back in.
I groan, and feel his hand withdraw, bringing it up between our bodies and between our faces. He puts his fingers, slick with my juices against my lips and I could smell my arousal on them. Opening my mouth, I take them in and suck them clean, tasting the salty wetness and caressing his fingertips with my teeth and tongue. He removes his fingers and refills my mouth with his tongue, and we share a long and lusty kiss. We are grinding in earnest now, practically fucking on the dance floor, and he breaks the kiss to lick again at my ear and neck. I can't take much more of this “dance” of ours, it is intoxicating foreplay, but I need release and I can feel he does too, the way his cock was pressing against me. “Covems,” I say softly. “Covems, I want you. Now. Take me out of this place, somewhere we can be alone.”
“I have a place hidden away in here.” He tells me.
“Take me there.” I say to him, “Then take me.”
He leads me by the elbow from the dance floor to the “hidden” place.
