You catch my eye standing at the end of the bar, all blue jeans and shirt sleeves rolled up. I'm a total sucker for that half-smile you flash me before you disappear in the crowd.
I sip my drink and try to catch sight of you. I see a stunning woman take your arm and one of the drinks you had carried over. I pout a little, clearly, you're here with someone - girlfriend, wife maybe?
I make my way to the dance floor ready to dance the night away. Someone's hand brushes my shoulder and I hear someone yell over the music.
"You look sexy as hell out here." Turning I see you standing there. Taking my hand you turn me and we start moving together. Every time your body touches mine I feel electricity all over my skin.
You offer to get me a drink and I agree with a nod. At the bar, you place an order and we're huddled together to hear what the other is saying, the music blasting through the room again.
"You live around here?" you ask, your eyes moving between my mouth and my eyes.
"Yeah not far, you?" I reply trying to keep things friendly.
"I wish," you respond, "now that I know you're local." You wink at me as our drinks arrive and we take them back to the dance floor. You spin me so that my back is to you and I take advantage of the position and start brushing my arse teasingly over your crotch.
I see the woman you were standing with earlier staring daggers over at us before she moves into the crowd towards us. I look at you with a quick nod in the direction of approaching doom. Not wanting to stay for this scene I tell you I'm going to get a drink.
I take my next drink upstairs, as it's quieter up there. The stairs open to a landing with a small lounge area to the left and the landing continues to a dead end to the right. I move forward towards the rail. The music drifts up and I sway my hips leaning on the banister looking down at the crowd.
I see you at the bar. The bartender points up to where I'm standing and you catch me watching you. You make your way across the dance floor and up the stairs.
"You're not trying to ditch me are you?" you say as your eyes travel the full length of me.
"Not you, just your wife," I reply sipping my drink, batting my eyelashes.
"Not my wife," you tell me.
"Well, your 'girlfriend' seemed pissed to see you dancing with me." I probe, wondering what your game is.
"Not my girlfriend. I only met her tonight, I'm here with friends. She can't seem to take a hint so I had to lay it out for her," you say as you move in, drawing closer. My body responds, warming at your touch. You lean in slowly, my eyes moving to your mouth. Our lips meet and I feel the soft heat of you.