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Passion on the dance floor
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OCTOBER 1...first day of the fourth quarter...and my birthday. But work
takes precedent and here I am half across the country checking the books
for the end of the third quarter in my company's Atlanta branch. Ahhhh
Atlanta, Georgia birthplace of some of the sweetest southern belles in the
South. But unfortunately it is my first visit and I don't have any past
alliances here to share 'my' day with...somewhat depressing since I would
be having a hell of a time if I was back home. Oh well, make the best of
it is my motto. So at the end of the day I went back to the hotel intent
on at least hoisting a few...to me...in the lounge. Much to my surprise
the place was jumping and was filled to capicity with what seemed to be
locals. I hadn't figured on really having any luck in meeting anyone but
then there she was across the room. Her eyes, even at the distance poured
forth her sensual inner being...they glistened in the subdued lighting and
were as sexually exciting to me that night as if they were her raw sexual
organs...to be stimulated as I try so pleasingly do when I am with a woman.
. Trying to figure out how to approach a woman is hard for me to do...but
I was extra impatient so I used the direct approach...with my eyes fixed
on her beauty I compressed the distance between us...until we were
standing face to face...............
..I asked that time honored line 'Would you like to dance?' She agreed
and we floated out into the sea of people that filled the dance floor that
was always too small in a hotel like this. It was strange but as if our
eyes were doing all the foreplay that was needed to get our juices going...
mine were...I was as a rock and could feel pre-cum juices rise to the top
of my cock. How strange it was to be able to communicate with our eyes....
We certainly couldn't hear each other through the din created by the
overamplified music...only one other time was it like this for me, when I
met a French gal while I was in Quebec, Canada...we needed our bodies to
communicate. Gawd! Did we ever!
...The next dance was a slow one...I pulled her close and she melted into
me..she was not shy to the sensuousness of her body. Her groin pressed
up to mine...all the time her blue eyes stared at me...I felt like I
could see down through them to see the pinkness of her moist sexual
recesses...inviting me in...she moved the softness of her body up and
down my hot cock now creating a moist spot on my pants. She was tall
and slender with small breasts and the nicest pair of buns I had seen
in a long time. With her high heels on, our body's respective sexual
organs were a perfect match for lovemaking while standing up..........
Her nipples were becoming aroused as I could feel them bore like hot
little buttons into my chest as we languishly rubbed our upper torsoes
together. We were both wearing silk shirts which minimized the
impairment of our clothes to the massaging of our two upper bodies.
She obviously wanted me to see what was happening to her nipples since she
pulled her chest back from me during our slow dance and dipped her
shoulder down and I normally feel awkward trying to 'sneak a peak'
feeling somewhat juvenile about it but her eyes dropped from mine...as
if giving me time to discretely look without her 'seeing'. My eyes
gazed down gradually and my arousal level must have peaked momentarily
since I could feel a slight spurt of juice rise to the top of my cock.
Yes, her breasts were small, in fact hardly any fullness to them,
instead it seemed as if they were all nipple. Well that, and the huge
brown areole that surrounded them. My heart fluttered as I saw, that
was to me, the most exotic, erotic, sensual, raw and exciting sexual
organs that I have ever encountered. Some might consider her as having
no tits at all, but my body flushed with excitement from the set of
breasts that looked like they were designed by an artist to be sucked
and fondled and lavished with the attention that a cunnilinguist might
normally spend on attending to her love canal. She pulled in close to
me once again and her hand slipped down to grab my ass. The thrill of showin
showing me her breasts excitided her too since her hand on my
bun pulled at me causing my right leg to push between her legs. To my
surprise she began to rub against my upper leg with her groin. There
were so many people packed onto the dance floor together that no one
could really see our lovemaking...I let out a moan into her ear which
startled me...seemed so un'macho'...but felt so good. I was becoming
so grateful that the song was one of those 20 minute marathons that some
of the musicians put on an album from time to time...just couldn't
stand the thought of even a momentary interruption for changing of tunes.
This southern belle whose eyes had so intrigued me, now looked up at me so
somewhat dazed, her eyelids drooping seductively. They seemed to ask for
her sexual energies to be brought to fruition...as her groin made tight
circles against my leg muscles. My arms tightened their grip and my body
began it's own undulation...half to the beat of the music and half to the
sensual rythm of my partners. I felt that I needed to get my hand down'
to her clit for proper manipulation...figuring she wouldn't be fulfilled
otherwise...but I was wrong as I felt her body becoming closer to release.
My tongue snaked into her ear and then my mouth came around to nibble
on her earlobe...this seemed to do the trick since her breathing became
short and labored and...our circular motion around the dance floor slowed
as well as her undulating hips on my thigh. Her now moist crotch pressed
firmly against my thigh while her orgasm started to envelope her.
Twisting her head away from my nibbling she brought her lips to press
tightly against my ear. I felt as if I was gripped by passion
'personified' as her thighs clamped inward on my leg at the same time
her clit pressed against my leg muscles. One arm still gripped my ass
controlling the firmness between our torsoes as the other arm came
across my back with her fingers intertwined in my hair keeping her hot
gasping breath beating her lust filled message into my eardrum. I felt
her body spasm with small shakes as her breath spilled forth in small
erotic gasps. My cock was hard and even feeling as if it was swelling
beyond what it normally does it was caught motionless between our bodies,
I would normally need continued rubbing but the gasps and my Southern
Belles shuddering body excited me beyond all reason and in huge torrents
...I CAME. My body flushed with the most wonderful orgasm I had ever
known, it didn't even seem to just peak for some short time instead it
hit an overwhelming level and just stayed there carrying my entire being
into an eroto-hypnotic state. My body needed to be free of clothing
now as the internal heat generated into my loins spilled out to raise
my body temperature to near heat exhaustion limits. My Southern Belles
octopus grip on me relaxed as her own exhaustion set in. We both held
each other up, soaking in the euphoria which is the mating of our 2
sexual energies produced. The top of my BVD's were absolutely drenched
with jism as my softened manhood receeded to pre-gargantuan proportians
. I tried to suck in my stomach slightly to create a space between my
underwear and my pants so they wouldn't obviously appear drenched.
Among the strong smell of sweat emenating from the dancing bodies
crowded on the dance floor, I noticed the musky bouquet of my passionate
dance partner. My lungs inhaled as deeply as I could to try to
concentrate the intoxicating fragrance....no snorting coke for me, this
is what I wanted to excite my olfactory glands. Our passions cooled in
time with the ending of the song...a song that would be etched in my
memory forever. My Southern Belle looked up, her face warmed by a smile
and exuding a rosy glow. We still didn't say anything yet...instead just
glazed into each others eyes. The crowd started leaving the dance floor
as we followed suit. I was anxious to continue our private dance, this time
time unfettered by clothing so we headed back to my table. I had looked
around once the crowds thinned but no one available since she left me.
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