care to dance?

Eyes meet, conversations with others and watching you watch me from across the room. My temperature rises, I roll up my sleeves, just from that look. That look that is for me. That look that says you want to devour me and worship me all at once.

More drinks. Looser tongue. Looser laughter. Looser movements. Sit here, nearer, oh, ok then, I'll sit here.

Quiet moment, just you and me. Don't speak, just touch me. The whole world disappears when we are in our space. No one else. No one.

"Bathroom down this hall? Thanks." I pull off my shirt, please oh, please, kiss my neck, touch my back, pull me close, lick my breast. No time for a proper fuck. Just enough alone to tease and lick and touch.

Back to the conversation. Try to play calm and cool, try to be collected, when I want to grab you and press your body up against the wall. Barely restrained. Subtle comments, subtle gestures, all private feelings, inside jokes. Stand here, carry on that conversation, press your hard-on into my back. Can we leave yet?

Make it to the parking lot, alone, quiet, dark, warm up the truck, same carnal thought, clothes rearranges quickly, legs here, fingers here, press here. "Oh, ohh..." Let me have you, don't make me beg, I want you now, come here.

Small grin spreads across my face when I see what I made you do. I'm only upset I couldn't taste it.

Next time.