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Clubbing
The beat was very intense, throbbing like a living thing and mesmerizing
the dancers. They grooved and
undulated like a charmed snake before a swaying flute. Amy watched, and she
thought they looked like a huge throng of people fucking in their clothes. She could feel their sexuality, that pure, animalistic lust that flowed
from person to person on the dance floor.
She had her hand on Bill's leg.
Just an innocent place to lay it as they watched the people dance below
them. Soon however, she became very
aware of his leg, began to gently stroke it and then squeeze it as her own state
of arousal grew. All those bodies.
. . All those people. . . All that lust.
It was definitely getting to her.
It was getting to Bill, too.
He closed his legs slightly so his hard cock, which was tucked down his
other pants leg, rubbed the back of her knuckles. She smiled and told him to switch seats
with her. They swapped seats, and
her hand was squeezing his 8 inch cock through his pants. She knew enough to not squeeze too hard
or fast or he would shoot his load right then and there. He always told her she had magic
hands.
He rested his hand casually on her leg. She slid down the seat so that
his hand was pressed under her skirt and against the silk of her panties. Her crotch was soaking wet when his
hands first touched it. Her juices were literally dripping from her within
seconds of starting to play with her.
Normally they would leave at this point. They would be so turned on they
couldn't wait to go fuck, but this time when he stood to leave she pulled him
back down. She couldn't wait. . .