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Adventures of Sindycane: Stalkings and Lace

Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: sindycane, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

feel the music pulsing through my bloodstream. My hips started to move instinctively. He looked at me and smiled. “You’re really starting to enjoy yourself aren’t you? Hope you’re glad to be here and that I haven’t dragged you here against your will.” I shook my head and said “Absolutely not! This is the nicest surprise really. Thank you for the invite. To think if I had my way I would’ve been sleeping right now.” Our turn at the door came right then and after a quick flash of ID (which I looooove by the way) we walked into the sea of beautiful people and headed for the bar. Drinks in hand we turned to the dance floor. I had to dance and couldn’t wait. Evidently neither could he and he took my hand and led me right to the floor. I didn’t want to be in the middle of the steamy, crowded, throbbing, living, breathing organism which was the dance floor. I started dancing at the edge of the crowd, letting the music take me. I’ve studied belly dance, Latin dance, hip hop and more. So, I tend to use my own combination of hip movements, twerks, pulses and arm movements to communicate how the music is making me feel. I could care less what other people think. Dancing is selfish. It’s not about giving. It’s about taking. It’s so visceral. But I love it when people watch and enjoy. I suppose it appeals to the exhibitionist in me. I always let them watch. And love it even more when I can tell they enjoy. As I danced with my young friend I could see his face light up when he realized ... though I may have been reserved during our chat, there was nothing inhibited about my dancing. I couldn't help but become a bit sexier after I glanced back at the sexy blond bouncer monitoring the floor, and he gave me the classic head nod up, conveying not a polite hello, but a sexy nod of approval…mmm. I smiled my thank you. But, then I turned back to my new friend. I’m never rude, ever. My drink was gone in a flash so both hands were free. He danced closer. I closed my eyes as I let him pull me into him. I may have been able to resist him. But I couldn’t resist that pulsing beat. That and his sexy smile, and cute young self all added up to an irresistible package. I’ve never been very good at self-denial. And tonight was proving to be true to my usual course. In my mind, I’m a strong woman. But, in reality, I find my true strength in my moments of weakness. He whispered something in my ear and I couldn’t hear a word. But it didn’t matter. Whatever he said was lost in the breath on the shell of my ear. But the message still came through clearly. His hands tightened around my waist and my arms crept up around his neck. His mouth whispered over my neck and I felt wetness gather between my legs. He moved his hands a little lower and pulled me to him. I could feel he was hard, and I couldn’t resist pressing back into him. I could feel someone staring at me and I looked back up and over into the eyes of the sexy blond bouncer. He smirked at me and winked. He did that nod up again, ...