the staff could continue clear up as far as he was concerned. Now it was time to concentrate on Tamara. He pulled her into his arms, holding her body tight against his. At first she was a little stiff, trying to maintain a socially acceptable distance between them. But then she relaxed. She must have noticed that in this crowd no one would even know if he had his hands in her panties. A thought that had occurred to him already. Or better yet in her cunt. The picture of her naked under the black dress came back to him, making his cock grow even harder.
One day. One day he’d send her to work all day with no underwear and a vibrator in her cunt. Or maybe in her ass. Yes. In her ass so as she sat down at her computer to work she would think of him.
He flattened his hand on her center back, gently smoothing and stroking the soft fabric of her gown, reveling in the sensation of her soft breasts pressed into his chest. He grinned as he felt the tiny hard points of her nipples even through her dress and his shirt. Hell yes. She was aroused and that’s the way he wanted her to be. If only her dress had a plunging back he could have slipped his hand lower and touched her ass.
He pushed one leg forward between her legs, and continued to hold her tightly, wanting her to ride his leg. However, she stayed upright, just permitting her cunt to brush his leg from time to time. Leif almost wished the hotel staff hadn’t made more space for the dancers, but then he remembered they had a lot to talk about and this was the perfect time to do it.
Leif rested his head against hers, lightly rubbing their cheeks together, wanting to tell her he loved her and wished they could do more right now. And then the music ended and reluctantly he took her hand and led her back to Simon.
* * * *
Simon leaned against the wall, dividing his attention between watching Leif and Tamara dancing, and the hotel staff frantically rearranging the room around a horde of wedding guests. They’d taken away ten of the big round tables, and probably one hundred chairs, which had freed up quite a lot of space. Since they’d removed them all from the back of the ballroom, many of the people who’d lost their seats had been younger people dancing, who hadn’t even noticed, and likely wouldn’t care. Others had gone to talk to friends at other tables. The tables at the sides of the room had been pushed back against the walls and now were more a place to store personal possessions than anything else.
Wait staff had cleared away any remaining plates and glasses, and the bar was open and doing a roaring trade in beverages. Simon had rescued Tamara’s tiny black purse and it fit in his suit jacket pocket.
He’d enjoyed dancing with her. Not that they’d danced as such, but holding her in his arms and feeling her heart beat against his chest had been extremely erotic. Sometimes making love fully clothed was even sexier than doing it naked, he thought.
And here they were now, coming toward him. Tamara’s face was slightly pink as it so often was. She blushed so very easily, and he loved that sensitive, hesitant side about her, just as much as he loved the determined way she made her feelings known at times as well. The way she’d marched into the bathroom this morning after the fire alarm drama had been a real treat to watch. The fact that he’d been running and likely stank of sweat made no impact on her at all. She was going to finish having her interrupted shower no matter what.
He liked a woman who knew her own mind, and Tamara was the perfect blend of sassy and sweet. He pushed away from the wall, and looked sideways until he could see some unoccupied chairs hard against the wall behind a table. Quickly he stepped across to them, sitting down and laying his arm across two more, to save them for Leif and Tamara who were still wending their way through the crowds toward him.
Even right down here at the back of the room the noise level was horrendous
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