The Dance by KySkye The room was full of a smoky mist. The haze was hard to see through.

The sounds of faint music could be heard above the noise of the crowded room. As I walked closer to the stage the music grew louder. The smoke seemed to clear a little. Revealing a stage at the front of the room. A small sound system being run by the bartender off to the left of the stage. There were a few tables at the front but no one seemed to want to sit there. The bar stools were full of half drunk men swapping stories of loves lost.

As I walked over to the bar I could sense all eyes on me.

I leaned over and asked to bar tender if he could play my tape. Without saying a word he took it and put it in the ageless system. With a halfhearted smile I winked and slowly walked up on stage.

As the music began I closed my eyes and let the music guide me. The men at the bar had turned to see what was about to happen. The bartender adjusted the lights to put more focus on me. My hips began to sway to the tune I had selected. My hands glided across my hips, along my sides, and up to my hair.

I gave my hair a gentle toss before opening my eyes. The music had quickened slightly. I noticed the tables in the front had begun to fill with men yelling Take it off or Yeah Baby. I focused my eyes on one, a quiet man toward the right side. He seemed very attentive to my movements. I toyed my lips as my fingers slid over them. My fingers making a trail down my neck. Sliding across my breast, around my side. My hips and legs keeping time to the music. Grinding the air, moving as one with the sounds. I could smell the different colognes as the businessmen had begun to fill the remaining seats in the front. There suits and proper manners not as polished as when they arrived hours ago.

As my hand slid across the strap to my black gown I motioned for the tall stranger to join me on stage.

He quietly rose and worked his way next to the stage, never taking his eyes off me. Our eyes stayed locked together until he was next to me.

I turned and pressed my hips into him.

Grinding against him. I could feel his length pressing against his tight jeans. I could hear him let out a soft moan as my soft place brushed against him. I turned my head and asked him to help me out of this. His hands were soft as silk as he slowly slides the zipper down on my gown. The bartender had slid a chair up on stage. Knowing what I was about to do as he had seen me several nights before. I turned to look this dark haired man in the eyes as I ran my hand along his chest.

Lightly touching his body through his clothes. I took him over to the chair and sat him in it. As I leaned in to kiss his neck I whispered Sit back and enjoy. I stepped back slightly and began to dance again. The crowd now was saying Lucky dog. and Can I be next. My hands moved along my arms to the straps holding the short dress on. I slipped one strap off. My hand caressing my breast and holding the dress in place.

My other hand copied the first, sliding both straps off my shoulders. My hands squeezing my breasts. My fingers pinching my nipples, making them erect and very visible. I turned to face the crowd as I raised my skirt slightly. Showing a glimpse of my black lace panties. I bent over showing the stranger the full view of my lace-covered soft place. The men in the front seeing straight down my dress. My breasts nearly were falling out of my black lace bra.

As I rose I danced around the stranger. Grinding my lower body into his shoulder. Sliding up and down his arm as if it were a pole on the stage. My hands working there way under the strangers shirt. Slipping over his nipples, firmly squeezing them. Suddenly ripping off his shirt I leaned over and toyed his chest, up to his neck. Continuing to press my body into his as I danced around to be facing the crowd. Straddling the stranger I pressed my soft place into his face as I bent over to grab my ankles.

Grinding my soft place in the air as I did. The crowd going crazy with desire, wanting more. Bending my knees and making myself sit in his lap as I rose I slowly moved my hips back and forth as if we were the only ones there, making sweet love. As I felt his bulge growing, with every thrust of my hips into his lap, I grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them in time to the music. The guys in front were squirming in their seats.

The stranger leans forward and asks May I touch? Before I can respond the lights brighten and the music stops. As everyone looks around the manager is standing at the bar, a look of disgust on her face. Realizing that my performance is over I slip my dress back on and gracefully depart the stage with the stranger in step behind me. We make our way to the bar where complimentary drinks are waiting.

Mine being a Slow Comfortable Screw and the stranger drinking straight whiskey. Sipping our drinks slowly we made polite conversation. Gradually getting closer to each other. Before long I could reach his rock hard bulge without being noticed. Slipping my hand into his lap I began to stroke him through his cloths. Our conversation slows to simple moans as I continued to stroke him faster. Quietly unzipping his pants I slipped my hand into them.

Now wrapping my warm, silky hand around his rock hard manhood I kiss him gently on the neck. Whispering Give me your load sexy! Sucking on his ear slightly. Feeling his throbbing in my hand. Knowing he cant hold out much longer. I tighten my grip and stroke faster. Hearing his moans getting loader I lean in and kiss him, causing him to lose his load right there at the bar.

As I slow my pace I smile at him, lean in and kiss his cheek. As he regains his composure I slip off into the crowd. Never to be seen by him again.