I went dancing last night. St. Patrick’s Day Eve, in a new city, and my friends and I weren’t ready for bed after dinner.
I nursed a drink for a while, listening to the live band. I wasn’t loose enough yet to let myself go. As a group, we listened and enjoyed the music.
Once the band went on a break and the DJ took over, the evening shifted. Black Eyed Peas, 50 Cent, Flo Rida – all of it blasted through the club, and I began to move, not caring that I danced alone, knowing a few eyes watched me. The virtue of having a round ass and generous hips means that once I began to move them to the rhythm, someone will always watch.
This night, the someone was part of our crew. On and off for over two hours, we danced together. I would grind my ass into his cock. Several times, I rode his leg, arm lightly draped around his neck.
The last dance of the night lasted hours or moments, I don’t know. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into his pelvis. We moved with the music. In another place, I would have been riding his cock instead of dancing. I felt my body heat up and my mouth become dry. What was happening?
The song ended and we pulled apart as if nothing had happened. But I knew I felt his fingers dig into my hips and his hand stroke my ass while we moved. I felt his fingers find my skin under my shirt just above my jeans. I walked out of the club on wobbly legs, exhausted from dancing for two hours, shaky from the heat our dancing created.
We came back to our hotel in separate cabs. I wasn’t too concerned about seeing him or hearing from him again. A new friend, a fun dance partner, but still no one in my inner circle.
He messaged me – wanting to finish what we started on the dance floor. I flirted back and forth but then admitted, I don’t fuck people I just met. He said he didn’t want a relationship. I said I didn’t either. He said we should finish what we started. I replied that I wish I could, I wished I was the type of woman who did that. Deep down, I knew I would eventually regret it if I let him into my room – whether because he might talk to other colleagues or because I would feel like I betrayed myself, maybe both.
I told him I would kick myself later, but I can’t fuck people I don’t know. He messaged back that I must have incredible fingers.
He has no idea.
Well, my friend, you are having a LOT more fun on your business trip than I am on mine!
I try to be smart…but God, I wish I was stupid sometimes.
I do my best not to regret my ‘stupid’ moments because some of them were damn fun. Plus, they never involved business or family, and my kids are grown.
Nothing wrong with teasing and playing without following through. I’m sure he got to enjoy the fruits of your stimulation all by his lonesome back in HIS hotel room.
I’m sure he did. And when I saw him today, not only could I look him in the eyes, he couldn’t stop looking me up and down. Future business meetings ought to be interesting…
Very interesting, indeed.
Being smart has its benefits.
It has to feel good though. I’d preen like a bird of paradise. Lol. I understand why you didn’t because I wouldn’t either, but go you. 😉
It felt amazing…there was the added bonus of everyone watching us dancing, too. God, I am such an exhibitionist sometimes.
Good for you Kayla, I am sure it feels good to be back in the game and to not give it away in one night! You go girl!
It was very nice. I smiled all the next day…:)
Nothing leaves a girl on a high quite like knowing you are desired. And yes the urge to surrender to the carnal want is great. But true Ladies will always take a step back and breath befor giving in to things they know are not right. I am glad that you had such a wonderful time. And that someone reminded you in person that you are a wonderful and sexy woman.
It was really very nice. I should do that again sometime…lol
My hat goes off to you.
Thank you, Vile. I take that as high praise.
Glad you had a great time dancing with him.. that is what counts. 🙂
I am proud of you. Because you didnt sink low and become trash. Women who respects themselves are high in my book.