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“Well, I should warn you that I may be white, and built like this…” I motioned to my toned body. “But I can dance.” That got a laugh from her too. I liked that we shared a similar goofy sense of humor—it added yet another layer to my attraction to her.
It being Monday, The Basement wasn’t as crazy busy as it had been the night we’d met, and the vibe, including the music, was much mellower. It wasn’t quite slow jams, but definitely the kind of music that leant itself to more intimate dancing. Perfect.
I reached out, offering her my hand as she stepped out of the booth, then quickly pulled her in front of me so that she was pressed to my body, sandwiched between me and the edge of the table.
“Hey! I thought you said you wanted to dance.”
“I did, and we will, just not on the dance floor.” She looked confused, as I held her gaze, and hoisted her up onto the edge of the table, spreading her legs a little so that I fit between them. The raised platform the table was mounted on gave me the perfect angle to grind my erection into her in a slow circular motion in time to the beat.
A faint smile played on the edge of her lips as she worked out my intention, and began to slowly rotate her shapely hips. Jesus. I brought my hands to the base of her butt, pressing her even harder into me. The added pressure brought me both pleasure and pain, as she ground into my stiff dick. She was sexy beyond belief, and I marveled at the fact that I could be so turned on, fully clothed and in a public, albeit somewhat darkened place. I wanted to fuck her right there on the table top.
“We can’t.”
Had she been reading my mind?
“Can’t what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking right now isn’t going to happen. It can’t happen.”
“Okay.”
“Okay? So you’re cool? You get that this isn’t going to be a thing?”
“Oh, it’s going to be a thing. What I was thinking about was stripping you naked and fucking you on this table for everyone to see. Obviously that’s not going to happen. Unless you’re down, of course? In which case I’m totally here for that.” She looked like she wanted to slap me. “No? I figured not. So back to Plan A.”
“Plan A?”
I was beginning to think that confused was my favorite facial expression of hers. Apart from orgasmic, of course, which was one I hoped to see a lot more of in the future.
