The End of Year Dance
He wandered around the hall looking for her, the music was loud, the floor vibrated, along with everything else. Lights flashed a rainbow of color that bounced off the Christmas tinsel with sprays of sparkles and although the light was low he knew she wasn’t there. He checked with his mobile phone, but hers was turned off, so he went to the bar. After he got an orange juice he stood watching the people as he waited. The floor was crowded as the dancers, stuttered by the strobe, morphed from one move to another and interacted occasionally, one to another with coy looks as the postures continued. He felt awkward and angry. The one dance of the year and she wasn’t there. After half an hour he knew she wouldn’t be coming. Being stood up can be painful and it wasn’t the first time. He decided that it wouldn’t hurt this time. He cast his eyes around, thinking that as he was here he may as well enjoy, Christmas isn’t a time for being unhappy! He nursed his drink, funny how a glass in the hand can be so comforting. The flashing lights reflecting red and green didn’t help either, and as he searched, the crowd seemed to move like an old time movie, with hesitations between each frame, the next frame bearing little resemblance to the one before. Then he saw her, blonde, leaning against a column, and looking in his direction. The next strobe revealed she was dressed in a black skirt and a pink tank top, slim and of average height. The next strobe revealed the glass in her hand, she was smiling and he realized she was looking at him. She raised her glass in a gesture of hello. He raised his and made his way to her. “Hi! Want to dance?” He shouted over the music and reached for her hand. She placed one hand in his and with her other put her glass on the floor next to the column. From her shoulder she peeled the strap of her handbag and placed it on the floor next to the drink. He put his glass next to hers and together they went onto the dance floor. The music was slow, they both moved slowly and watched each other’s moves to titrate their own. The next song was faster and together they picked up pace, interacting with each other, sharing a smile and holding each other’s gaze. Then a romantic song for Christmas was played. They came together to hold each other and stepped their way slowly around the floor. It was lovely, she felt so warm and soft and they seemed to be synchronized. The longer the song played the closer they got. After the song the band announced a break. They went back to their column as others dispersed from the dance floor, the line at the bar quickly grew, and there was a little more light. They studied each other as they stood, with their retrieved glasses in hand. They had never seen each other before but he had a strange feeling that they had known each other for ever, that they belonged to each other and had lots of catching up to do. Both would have liked to talk, but the plastic music was as loud as the band. They held hands and exchanged gestures, and her eyes danced as they sipped their drinks. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. On tip toes she returned the kiss. The band came on again and they made their way back to the floor. The first song was slow, they held each other and slowly moved as one. She looked up at him and he kissed her lips. She didn’t move away so he kissed them again, holding her as she opened her mouth and they touched tongues. Her breasts on his chest were warm and soft. His hand went to one and traced around it through her clothes and discovered a large nipple. He withdrew to put his hand up under her tank top and teased her nipple again. She thrust her hips forward and his cock pressed into her, its hardness obvious. Her hand went down and confirmed the impression, tracing around his cock with her fingers. She continued to explore his cock as he pulled her bra up over her breasts. He felt the turgor of a nipple, the little bumps on the areola and the soft roundness of her breast. She let go of his cock for a moment and with a deft movement unclipped her bra. Breaking from him she pulled it out from under her tank top, quickly rolled it up and put it in his pocket. Together again he held her breast in his hand, as his other hand explored her back. Her hand went back to his cock, she pulled the zip down and plunged her hand inside. Her fingers quickly found their way inside to wrap warm and soft around him. They held each other for a while as they languidly moved to the festive music, her head on his shoulder, his cheek in her hair. She kissed his neck and moving nearer they locked lips to explore. She pulled his cock out from inside his pants and with the new found freedom slowly started to stroke it. He pulled her tank top down and exposing a breast trapped the tank top under it. He bent to kiss, to catch her nipple in his mouth and give it a quick suck. Breaking contact she stooped down to take the head of his cock quickly into her mouth. Suddenly the music changed, it was energetic and bouncy, so much fun! They separated to face each other. With a naughty grin she pulled her tank top down so both breasts were exposed and as they moved with the music her breasts bounced while his cock quivered. She moved towards him, bending forward as her breasts hung, they swung and bobbled around. Then leaning backwards and with her pelvis thrusting she moved away and turned to shake her bum at him. He did the same, the rhythm of the music heavily suffused with bass sent out its throbbing vibrations. Turning round again with her pelvis thrust forward she moved to grind against his cock as he fondled her breasts. She moved away and turned to wiggle her bum at him lifting her skirt to show her G string and the firm cheeks of her bum. Still holding her skirt up she backed up to be against him and his cock found a place between the cheeks of her bum. He reached down to hold her hips, then taking the sides of her G string, he pulled and quickly had it with her bra in his pocket. She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning as she moved away again, bouncing with the beat to turn and, thrusting her pelvis forward she cupped her pussy in her hand as she approached, her fingers delving deep into the wetness. Her face was sensuous as she looked at his cock and licked her lips. Reaching up she put her arms around his neck and with a quick move had her legs locked around his waist. Carefully she slid down and catching his cock it slid inside her. They moved together, locked in their contact. Then she dismounted leaving his cock wet and cool. Dancing a few feet away she lifted her skirt to show him her shaved pussy as she gyrated. He moved towards her, she reached forward to undo the belt and button on his pants, and pulled them down.