The Sands - Part 2
October 24th 2007 08:01
The dance floor was packed. Petite shoulders rubbed against muscular arms, silky dresses slid seductively against simple cotton blouses. Strangers touched intimately without ever meeting. This was a den of vultures and vixens alike, pouncing before a neighbour stole it’s prey.
Thrill upon thrill electrocuted the crowd, exciting them higher and higher. The beat marched mercilessly on, oblivious to the physical needs of the brethren. Outside the throng, onlookers rested before re-entering the feeding ground, water bottles littering the sandy floor; discarded and flattened from the human machine.
Hands felt every part of her body, her skirt soiled with the sweat of more than one. Her legs felt fingers stray deliberately to every part of her, initially she’d rebelled but now her mind succumbed to the orders of the music. Sally was enjoying the abandonment of conventional order, her mind had closed to the outside world and now all that was feeding her was the DJ’s charm.
Three hands were unusual but strangely exciting, particularly when they came from different owners. The first was hesitant and chubby, the back of his fingers moved up and down her right hip, his back was to her but she could tell he was short and hairy. The hem of her skirt edged higher as they bounced gently out of rhythm.
Unable to move away, Sally adjusted to match his movements stopping the upward momentum of her skirt. Misunderstanding her intentions, his hand, now stationary on her thigh flipped, his palm and fingers now clasping her upper thigh; his thumb strangely absent she imagined it floating perilously close to her preciousness.
Acting swiftly her nails removed three clean strips of skin from the back of his hairy hand, there was no noise, no commotion, just a momentary empty space filled instantaneously by another. The second hand was soft, with thin deliberate fingers, it touched her stomach from behind as gently as a mother. The power within the fingertips clearly displayed as it massaged below her breasts around her belly button.
The third was overt; squeezing her bottom she could feel his desire attentive to the edge of her underwear. It was nice and smooth, deliciously enticing. She could feel the lace being worked slowly and surely back and forth across the very centre of her body. Streaks of excitement shooting up her spine, mixing with the warmth from her tummy, the initial bubbles of euphoria growing into pure pleasure; she knew she had to cork this bottle before the night was ruined.
The courtesy and sensitivity the third hand displayed deserved more than the pain inflicted on the first, taking the hand in hers she raised it to her lips, starting with his thumb she sucked each finger clean. Reaching the wedding band she looked longingly into his eyes, still in time to the music and closed his door forever.
The girl wanted more, having witnessed the departure of other the two intruders the girl sensed her time was nigh. From behind Sally felt the second hand arrive to meet the first, imprisoned by two delicate arms she felt the unmistakable impression of a female body squeeze into her bottom. Lips attached to her neck as one hand started to explore her breasts.
Taking advantage of the security and warmth for a few seconds she questioned whether indeed she wanted it to stop. Another time and place she would have led the way but tonight was different, tonight had another purpose, tonight could be so much more.
Sally turned within the arms of this beautiful strange girl and kissed her soft juicy red lips as deeply and as passionately as she had ever kissed a girl before. Holding the girl’s face with her hands slowly their lips parted, she breathed gently into her mouth all the time keeping a watch on her glorious blue eyes. The music played on but they had stopped moving, she whispered an apology, turned and was gone before the girl realised what she had lost.
Thrill upon thrill electrocuted the crowd, exciting them higher and higher. The beat marched mercilessly on, oblivious to the physical needs of the brethren. Outside the throng, onlookers rested before re-entering the feeding ground, water bottles littering the sandy floor; discarded and flattened from the human machine.
Hands felt every part of her body, her skirt soiled with the sweat of more than one. Her legs felt fingers stray deliberately to every part of her, initially she’d rebelled but now her mind succumbed to the orders of the music. Sally was enjoying the abandonment of conventional order, her mind had closed to the outside world and now all that was feeding her was the DJ’s charm.
Three hands were unusual but strangely exciting, particularly when they came from different owners. The first was hesitant and chubby, the back of his fingers moved up and down her right hip, his back was to her but she could tell he was short and hairy. The hem of her skirt edged higher as they bounced gently out of rhythm.
Unable to move away, Sally adjusted to match his movements stopping the upward momentum of her skirt. Misunderstanding her intentions, his hand, now stationary on her thigh flipped, his palm and fingers now clasping her upper thigh; his thumb strangely absent she imagined it floating perilously close to her preciousness.
Acting swiftly her nails removed three clean strips of skin from the back of his hairy hand, there was no noise, no commotion, just a momentary empty space filled instantaneously by another. The second hand was soft, with thin deliberate fingers, it touched her stomach from behind as gently as a mother. The power within the fingertips clearly displayed as it massaged below her breasts around her belly button.
The third was overt; squeezing her bottom she could feel his desire attentive to the edge of her underwear. It was nice and smooth, deliciously enticing. She could feel the lace being worked slowly and surely back and forth across the very centre of her body. Streaks of excitement shooting up her spine, mixing with the warmth from her tummy, the initial bubbles of euphoria growing into pure pleasure; she knew she had to cork this bottle before the night was ruined.
The courtesy and sensitivity the third hand displayed deserved more than the pain inflicted on the first, taking the hand in hers she raised it to her lips, starting with his thumb she sucked each finger clean. Reaching the wedding band she looked longingly into his eyes, still in time to the music and closed his door forever.
The girl wanted more, having witnessed the departure of other the two intruders the girl sensed her time was nigh. From behind Sally felt the second hand arrive to meet the first, imprisoned by two delicate arms she felt the unmistakable impression of a female body squeeze into her bottom. Lips attached to her neck as one hand started to explore her breasts.
Taking advantage of the security and warmth for a few seconds she questioned whether indeed she wanted it to stop. Another time and place she would have led the way but tonight was different, tonight had another purpose, tonight could be so much more.
Sally turned within the arms of this beautiful strange girl and kissed her soft juicy red lips as deeply and as passionately as she had ever kissed a girl before. Holding the girl’s face with her hands slowly their lips parted, she breathed gently into her mouth all the time keeping a watch on her glorious blue eyes. The music played on but they had stopped moving, she whispered an apology, turned and was gone before the girl realised what she had lost.
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