Free Body on Fire by Sara Agnès L

Body on Fire
     
     
    This evening, I set out to
hit the dance floor. It’s been too long since I’ve been in a club
and really let my body express itself. I want to throw myself into
a crowd of dancers and feel their bodies rubbing against mine. And
if I find a male to my liking… why not?
    It’s hot, but I’m
shimmying as if my behind was on fire. I love feeling the music
vibrate through me and the way my skirt flies up when I pivot. The
fresh air between my thighs is a blessing. All these sweating
dancers excite me, and when I feel a hard body up against me, I’m
not upset. The man is sliding back and forth against my back.
Although his movements are furtive, I imagine his erection touching
my rump and when he puts his hands on my waist, I hold them
there.
    “You’re magnificent,” he
whispers, his mouth close to my ear.
    I adore compliments!
That’s why I undulate even more and rub my posterior against him.
This time, it’s not my imagination playing tricks on me. There
really is a hard rod pushing high up on my buns. But thinking that
maybe the guy is ugly, I move away and turn around. Mmnn, what a
pleasant surprise! Tall, slim, slightly muscular around the
shoulders. His face is handsome, with almond-shaped eyes, a small
pointed nose above nice, full lips stretched in a roguish
smile.
    Oh, yes, just my type of
man. I begin to move lasciviously again, approaching him, and he
pulls me into his arms. The rhythm does not lend itself to this
kind of dance, but I want to feel his erection again. He sways and
rubs against me, and feeling his stiff cock makes me want to move
even more.
    I slide my hands down to
subtly caress his torso, descending just until I brush against the
bulge in his jeans, then up again. His hands on my hips tighten,
then he grips me closer to him. His mouth slides across my neck
deliciously, and he kisses me there, while giving promising little
bumps of his pelvis against mine. I swear he’s doing it on
purpose!
    In a desperate attempt to
keep my cool, I focus on his face, and say, “Do you have a name,
cutie?”
    “Kevin. And
you?”
    “Chloé.”
    His arms pull me back
against his body and he delicately slides his nose against mine
before saying, “Chloé, you’re superb when you dance. It’s like
you’ve got a devil inside.”
    “I don’t know about any
devil, but my body feels like it’s on fire tonight.”
    A carnivorous smile lights
up his sumptuous mouth.
    “That’s exactly what
intrigues me,” he says. “Can I offer you a drink?”
    I accept without
hesitation. First because I’m thirsty, but also because I’m hoping
he’ll propose going somewhere else to drink it. His place, for
example, in the horizontal position. Or the vertical. What do I
care! I’m a little disappointed, then, when he leads me to the back
of the room, far from the exit, to a table where another man is
already seated, sipping on a beer.
    “My friend Louis. We came
together.”
    This information is far
from pleasing to me, but I pretend not to show it, not too much
anyway. Especially because his friend is, physically, the exact
opposite of Kevin: buzz cut, big black eyes, the face of a mature
man, an extremely muscular body. My eyes linger an instant on his
tight T-shirt and shoulders as big as my thighs, but only for an
instant. I don’t want to offend Kevin, who, without a pause, pushes
me into the booth and sits down next to me. In less than three
seconds, I find myself sandwiched between two men, and to my
surprise, Kevin is slipping his hand between my thighs! As much as
I desire this, it bothers me that he would do it when I’m squished
right up against his friend. His friend who hasn’t yet addressed a
single word to me. Kevin stares at me, smiling, as he slides his
hand up to my cunt and starts caressing it through my undies. Just
on principle, I put my hand on his forearm, but in reality, I’m not
holding him back at all. Especially when a hot pang of pleasure
tickles its way around