badinfluencegirl

you see me when you walk into the joint although i have no idea that you’re there as i dance with my eyes closed. dance is such an easy word and really doesn’t describe what i’m doing.

what i’m doing is imagining that everyone in the room can see the juices sliding down my legs from under my tiny skirt as i grind my hips to the driving rhythm and that these same people are all imagining me without clothing.

that that woman there in the corner who seemed so innocent was secretly fantasizing that she was starting at my toes and licking and nibbling her way up my legs to their meeting so that she could clean me off.

that that group of men in the other corner who were staring so clearly were actually discussing which one of them would have me first as they passed me around and filled every part of me at once.

that the man in the shabby jeans with the perfect ass was dreaming of bending me over a couch and fucking me without even checking to see if i was wet. which i am of course. sopping in fact.

that she, she wanted to take me and the man she was with to her boudoir and feed him tequila shots out of my belly button… to start with.

everyone in the club was fodder for my imagination but you, and you were only exempt because i hadn’t seen you yet. oblivious, imaginary bodies stroking and flicking and nibbling and licking and fucking me i dance on.

i dance the way you dance for your lover when you trust them and don’t care if you look silly. i dance the way you dance when you’re with a partner and you don’t care who sees you grinding off each other. i dance the way you dance when you’re so horny you can’t keep your hips still.

and you see me as you walk into the club and you recognize me. in one searing glance that leaves me utterly naked to you you see me. you realise that we are kindred spirits you and i and your penis stirs betwen your legs.

not much and not so anyone could see but he’s as interested as you are. you walk to the bar and get me beer, i have to be a beer woman, wine women just don’t dance like that… at least not that you’ve met.

something thick and dark to excite my palate you think and fetch two of them.

i, still with my eyes closed, dance on.

you time your steps to arrive just as the rhythm changes. my movement pauses without stilling as my eyes open and are filled with you holding the dripping cold beer above my heaving bosom.

cold drops sear my overheated skin and i smile and take the drink from you. “thank you sir” i say and swallow half of it in a gulp. “i needed that” and i begin to run the cold bottle along my shoulders and arms and slowly down my breastbone as i sigh at the coolth of it.

you watch, dark eyes taking me in and assessing me. letting me see you do it and nodding a little as our eyes meet and i return the favor. i know that yours are seeing a woman in her prime who is not afraid to show off a long, fit body. a woman in a tiny skirt and a very thin, long sleeved, nearly see through, tight fitting shirt with heels so high you can’t believe she can walk let alone dance.

mine are delighted to take in the long, lean length of you, all dark hair and flashing eyes. i’m glad to see that your shoulders are wider than mine but your hips are narrower. something about knowing our pelvises will fit together later drenches me anew.
again our eyes meet but this time they hold and you move in, one hand behind me and dropping into the small of my back like you own it and our pelvises come together and the world stops.

i gasp.

you sigh.

recognition strikes like a thunderbolt.

we dance that way, grinding our privates into each other and getting steadily more aroused, for long uncounted minutes as song after song plays and people stop to watch us.

we might as well be fucking we’re so aroused and into each other and we both know it doesn’t matter because we very shortly will be.

we hump like teenagers before they know that it’s okay to fuck, our hands exploring the bodies writhing under them and always pressing, pressing each other closer.

finally after what feels like hours our eyes meet again and our mouths are like magnets that can’t get enough of each other. lips fastened, tongues thrusting and i rub myself against your length as you fuck me through my clothing there on the dance floor.

one hand frees itself from my bottom and slides around between us and in one sharp move you’ve gone past the waistband of my skirt and past my scrap of sopping panties to thrust three fingers deep inside my waiting hole.

i gasp and shudder against you as your thumb reaches up and with three quick thrusts against my aching clit you make me scream right there on the dance floor.

hips writhing, body shuddering and i can’t even keep myself standing up as your other hand holds me against you and your lips recapture mine as i buck and buck again into your hand and moan my pleasure into your mouth.

you hold me there, quivering, until my eyes clear slightly and then you look at me and we exchange our first words. “you’re coming with me” you say and i nod dumbly. smiling you slide your fingers out with one last thrust against my clit for good measure. i gasp as the aftershock takes my body away again.

quivering with lust i follow you out the door heedless of the stares that follow us. heedless of what you might do to me or where you might be taking me. heedless of all but my quivering cunt and her desperate need to feel that rock hard penis inside herself right NOW.