The couple, in this story, lives in the same city, but separate houses. They have been going out for a while, but they haven’t seen each other in a very long time. For both of them work seems to get in the way. They are both away on business in a different state. He had wanted to meet her, but didn’t know if he could break away from work. She had previously made plans to meet a few work friends for drinks, at a bar in the hotel she’s staying in. If he is able to break free, he will swing by for a drink or 2, possibly a little more.
Knowing he may be showing up, she takes extra time to make sure she looks better than good for the evening. She doesn’t want him to be able to push her to the back of his mind this time. She dresses in her skimpiest black dress, black hose and garter, and black spike heeled shoes. The shoes that make her as tall as he is. She sprays on a small amount of perfume, takes a last look in the mirror, smiles at the overall effect, and makes her way downstairs to the bar.
She’s sitting at the bar, laughing at a joke one of her friends just finished, when she notices him step through the door way. He’s one of a kind, and to her it seems the entire room quieted down just to take notice. His hair is slightly ruffled as if he’s been running his hand through it recently. His shirt leaves little to the imagination as to what it hides; she remembers so well what it hides. A bronzed chest with a smattering of hair she’s aching to run her fingers through. His pants fit snuggly across his hips, and she pauses as she notices he’s becoming aroused. She looks back up to his face and their eyes catch. She knows he’s been watching her give him the once over, as his eyes consume her in return. A wicked smile appears across her face. He saunters across the room to her side, like a moth to a flame, paying no interest to the women trying to catch his attention.
He takes her hand in his, as he leans over to whisper in her ear, “Come dance with me.” He pulls her to her feet and leads her to the dance floor. There are several couples dancing, yet it is not crowded. There’s more than enough space for some privacy. He pulls her into a darkened, secluded area, puts her hands upon his shoulders and wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer. She tangles her fingers in his hair, caressing the back of his head. She arches her hips forward, swaying with the music, rubbing against his growing hardness.
He groans, “God, I’ve missed you.”
With a twinkle in her eye she replies, “I can tell.” He leans in, taking her lips with his, probing her mouth with his tongue. Searing hot and trembling from his onslaught, she pulls back to look into his eyes. A smile gently curves his lips. He moves to rest his cheek against hers. His warm breath ruffles the hair by her ear.
“Let’s go find somewhere more private,” he suggests.
“But you just got here, we’ve only begun to dance.” She lightly laughs, pulls away and spins in his arms, her back resting up against his chest. She continues moving to the beat of the music, rubbing her derriere against his groin. She looks back to grin at him wickedly.
With a twinkle in his eye he pulls her closer yet, pressing himself against her, making sure she knows how much he wants her. “Two can play at that game sweetheart.” His hands spread out across her abdomen, slide down to her hips, pressing her back against him, he begins to grind his tumescence against her behind. Moving to the music. Growing. Creating more heat. Their passion builds.
She feels him slip his hand between them. Thinking he needs some room to adjust himself more comfortably, she gives him space, when she feels him lift the back of her dress, she gasps. When she feels him testing her for readiness she holds her breath. When she feels him insert himself into her, she moans. No one knows these two lovers are joined. No one suspects. The dance continues.
Slowly he slides deeper into her and begins the grinding movement of before. Pumping into her as he leans over to feather kisses across her neck. She tilts her head back to rest against his shoulder allowing him a wider expanse. Her hands travel up his arms, and around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, creating a view of her cleavage that has him struggling to hold on. She feels him so deeply now, thrusting from behind, filling her. Taking her deeper and deeper. Her breathing quickens. She turns her face to his neck to try to hide her reaction. She’s reaching the vortex, spiraling out of control. As she falls over the precipice he captures her lips and muffles her moan.
She’s pulsing around his member. He can hold on no longer. With one final thrust he nearly lifts her from the floor as he explodes inside her. She feels him throbbing in release. It is her turn to capture his groan.
Holding her tightly, the two return to earth. He readjusts their clothing, turns her to face him, and crushes her lips beneath his in a fire-branding kiss. Looking into her dazed eyes he smiles. “Now, let’s go find you’re room. As you said before, we’ve only begun to dance.”