Erotic Story: Jealousy on the dancefloor

Just when a groovy dance track starts playing, I see an unfamiliar guy coming my way. He grins mischievously as he makes his way through the crowd. I feel Rose gently squeezing my hand next to me. “Who is that?,” she asks curiously, “He’s handsome!” “I don’t know,” I hiss quickly and as inconspicuously as I can. We sing along loudly to the music and dance among the crowd on the dancefloor. The unfamiliar guy hasn’t taken his eyes off me for one second. I’m excited.

My dancing gets more provocative and before I know it, I feel him standing behind me. He presses his chest against my back and then tells me in my ear that I look good. “You’re not too bad yourself!,” I smile back flirtatiously. Rose looks at me excitedly and playfully starts dancing very close to me. Behind me, I feel his hands sliding over my hips and I stare into Rose’s eyes. “I think you hooked him,” she smiles. I’m afraid she’s right, his hands no longer just slide over my hips now. They’ve found my sides, are gently caressing my breasts and running through my hair.

On the other side of the dancefloor, I see Danny watching. His eyes are stern, gazing at me intently. I’m standing between Rose and a man I’ve never seen before and it still feels as if it’s just Danny and me here. I run my fingertips down Rose’s back towards her butt. Behind me, I feel the guy pressing tighter against me. From the corner of my eye, I see Danny walking towards us. When he reaches us, he grabs my arm and drags me to the side. “Are you having a good time flirting?,” he asks, slightly irritated. “Are you worried about that? I thought you were having a good time here too.”

He sternly pushes me back even more, pressing me against the wall. The people around us don’t seem to be aware of us. Rose has taken my place on the dancefloor, sultrily dancing with the guy to the beat of the music. “Do you mind me flirting?” “How do you like it if I flirt?,” he asks, clearly still irritated. “Do what you want,” I reply succinctly. He pushes me even tighter against the wall, places his hand next to my head and presses his body to mine. His blue eyes search mine. People are standing around us, drinks in hand, dancing, chatting and laughing together. Just when I decide I’ve had enough of Danny’s intimidating behavior and want to push him away from me, he passionately starts kissing me.

His tongue wrestles through my mouth and I run my hands through his hair. As his hand slides under my skirt, he looks at me. “If you want to flirt so badly, just go ahead, but do so smelling like me. My scent, my cologne and my sex.” I look at him slightly startled as his words reel through my head. They make me horny. I’m turned on and I want him. His fingers have found my thong now, pressing against its fabric. I wrap my arms around his neck and then start kissing him again. His fingers slide between my labia and then in and out of my wet pussy. I forget everyone around us and tilt my pelvis even closer to him. I can’t feel it, but I know he has a hard-on. I know he wants me just as much as I want him now. He moves his fingers more and more firmly in and out of me. “You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re doing it just right,” I gasp.

At once, he withdraws his hand from my thong, from under my skirt and brings it to his mouth. He briefly licks his fingers and then takes my hand. He takes me across the dancefloor and we pass Rose and the guy. They are still dancing together and he looks at me in passing. This would be the moment to say something, but I don’t. I let Danny take me away. We find a quiet corner near the toilets. I lean against the wall as Danny stands before me. I naughtily press my hand against his pants. He is rock-hard and I start rubbing him. “You’ve warmed me up good,” he says sultrily. Then he starts unbuttoning his pants. I quickly look around. Nobody seems to be paying attention to us. I let my hands disappear under my skirt, take hold of the sides of my thong and slowly pull it down. Unnoticed, Danny bends down to pick my thong off the floor. “Put that in your purse, you don’t need it anymore.” I quickly do as he says. He carefully releases his hard-on from his pants and I bite my lower lip. The tension is killing me. I don’t know if it’s the setting, the drinks I’ve had or the flirting that lead us here, but I want him. Here and now!

I playfully throw a leg over him and look at him as horny as I can. “Take me,” I manage to say softly. As the DJ starts another track, I feel him entering me. Raw and powerful. I wrap my arms around his neck and do my best to keep steady. He carefully starts to thrust. His ass tightens rhythmically with every thrust. Jesus, this feels good. I hesitate to close my eyes, but decide to take in the moment. To allow the tension of the people around us. Because man oh man, how thrilling this is. “You’re so hot,” he groans through the music. Without thinking, I slide my hand down between us. I find my clit and start running wild circles. I barely manage to stay upright on one leg with my other leg dangling around his waist. He has a firm grip on my thigh to hold it up. My back hits the wall again and again and just when I think I can’t keep it up anymore, I get warm inside.

“I’m close to coming,” I groan in his ear. He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, faster and deeper. My finger circles my clit a few more time and then I can’t contain it anymore. My legs start to shake and I clutch his neck to pull him closer to me. As soon as I recover, he pants that he’s ready too. He jerks against me and I kiss him extensively. After he catches his breath, he looks around and starts to laugh. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here,” he says as he lowers my leg and buttons up his pants. “No, but it was really good though,” I reply with a grin. “It certainly was. Enjoy your flirting, just don’t forget who you belong to.” Even before I can react, he disappears back towards the dancefloor.