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Watching Mine

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To tease us both a bit more, I slowly bring my hands up my thighs, making sure to take the slinky material of my dress with them. I stop when it gets to the tops of my thighs, just before it reveals my panties. His eyes narrow as they jump from my thighs to my eyes. I dart out my tongue and lick my lips as my fingers move closer to the center of my legs. My flesh feels feverish, and touching myself has never felt so good.

Dean is still at my back, grinding his hips against my ass with his hands flat against my stomach, but it’s not him I’m dancing for now. It’s for someone I don’t know, but who somehow lights my body on fire with just a simple look.

Mystery man palms his cock through his pants, and if I wasn’t so turned on or in this particular place, I’d be shocked with him doing it out in the open like he is. Instead, it only ramps up my desire. I start to pant, and little moans slip past my lips.

I watch as one of the man’s hands grips the arm of the chair, while his other hand pushes down harder on his cock. I want to go to him, drop to my knees, and unveil what he has hidden. It may be Dean’s lips on my neck and his hands around my waist, but it’s the stranger in front of me who almost has me coming apart at the seams.

I bite my lip, wondering how far I’m willing to go. Can I really do what I’m thinking about doing? My eyes dart around, seeing how lax everyone is with their own inhibitions, and come to the conclusion that my fantasies are much tamer than some of these people’s.

Taking a deep breath and fixing my gaze back on my mystery man, I trail my fingers under my dress. The skirt part is loose, so it falls over my wrist, still covering me. I feel moisture before my fingers even make it to my panties. When they do touch the silk, my breath hitches. I rub my finger over my pussy, and I almost come out of my skin because it feels… so… damn… good.

Dean keeps our hips moving to the music, unknowingly playing a part in a sensual show for another man. As wrong as it is, I wish he were replaced by the ma

n in front of me. Part of me wants his hands on me, but another part likes that he’s watching. That he likes to watch me. And he is watching me. Aside from one time when I first opened my eyes, not once have his eyes strayed to Dean. It makes me feel powerful to know he likes what he sees.

My fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, and I have to lock my knees in place, or I’ll fall flat on my face. The pleasure triples when my fingers meet my wet folds. I flick them across my clit, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.

The man’s jaw hardens, and I see his biceps bunch, as if he heard me. Becoming even bolder, I slip the tip of a finger inside, feeling my inner muscles clench. My stomach tightens, and I know I’m close. I wonder if Mystery man is close. I hope he is. I want him to come with me.

My toes tingle and my legs shake as the beginning of my orgasm hits. I force my eyes to stay open, not wanting to lose the connection with the man. My stomach dips and a weightless feeling claims me. Bursts of energy travel up my legs and settle at my center. My mouth falls open, but I force back the scream that’s trying to break free. Orgasming in the middle of the dance floor and screaming it for all to hear are two separate things. My boldness stops at yelling to everyone what I’m doing.

I slip my fingers from beneath my panties and try to calm my breathing. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, all caused by a complete stranger. Shame heats my face, but it’s not strong enough to break the connection I have with Mystery man.

He slows his movements over his cock, and I regret not being the one who was stroking him. One corner of his mouth kicks up, and it makes him look even sexier. As dangerous as it could potentially be, I want to know this man.

The song coming over the speakers slows to a stop, a new one immediately replacing it. I briefly remember that happening a couple of other times, showing just how long Dean and I have been out here.

Before I’m ready, Dean severs the connection by turning me around by my hips. A rush of coolness settles over my sweaty skin, as if it were the stranger who was heating my body. I want to growl at the loss.

Dean’s looking down at me, and the desirous look that turned me on before now has my stomach rolling. It’s not that the look turns me off, it’s that I fear he will no longer measure up to the man sitting behind me.

“I really don’t want to come off as a creeper here, but damn, woman, you are sexy as hell when you dance.”

I laugh, trying to bring myself back to the here and now with Dean. It’s wrong of me to be thinking of one man while in the company of another.

I don’t know if he realizes just how far I went while we were dancing, but I get the sense he doesn’t. For that, I’m grateful.

“Thanks.”

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink after that,” he says.

I nod, and he leads me off the dance floor toward the bar. I turn my head and look toward the chair mystery man was sitting in, but it’s empty. Looking around, I try to find him in the thick crowd. Again, no luck. Disappointment settles in, and suddenly I just want to go home.

Dean orders me a water and a drink for himself, and we take both back to the table where Jessika and Marcus still are. Apparently, they’ve sucked face long enough to come up for air. When Jessika sees Dean and me walking up, her brows rise in question. I hate that I’m getting ready to disappoint her.

“I’m going to head out,” I tell them.

“What?” she asks in surprise. “Why? We just got here an hour ago.”

I rub my forehead, feigning a headache. “I’m just tired and feel a headache coming on.” I look at Dean and offer him a half smile. “Sorry to ditch you so soon.”

He tries to hide it, but I can still see the disappointment. I kind of did lead him on back there on the dance floor, even if he doesn’t know the sexy dance wasn’t really for him. Guilt worms its way in, but I squash it down.

“No worries.” I have to give it to him, the smile he gives me looks genuine. “But I insist on walking you to your car.”

I shake my head. “You don’t need to do that.”

He leans closer. “I’d prefer to make sure you made it safely to your car.”



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