A Tempting Dance: Part 2

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Lights flash by my eyes, the blur of bodies moving around me as I am led by (whom I can only describe as), the stallion​ of a man whose protective hand curls around mine. His delicious scent yet again, lingers behind him, as I inhale, quietly, and once more follow his steps as he leads me to dark doors at the back of Club Dario. I feel driven by the hunger rising in me I haven’t felt for so long. Where was this coming from? Prior with him, I felt as though my body was on the brink of imploding, pressed tightly against him moving, until he had murmured in my ear,

“Would you like to go somewhere more private?”

My chest soared, following what my breath had been doing every moment we danced together this evening. The way he looked into my eyes…since the first moment I saw him across the floor, leaned back in his chair, studying me…I never thought a man would look at me this way. But that he did. I certainly didn’t need a man to. I didn’t need anybody to at this point in my life, I had found happiness again by myself. I suppose once I let myself be me for me… people can actually see me. The way he admires me, is as if I am the single most dazzling, sexiest, woman he has ever seen in his life. Could he really feel this way about me? When I asked him that same question, after his lips had traced across my neck, lightly sucking the delicate skin within his warm, soft lips, the look of disbelief in his eyes led me to believe that perhaps Miss Julie Hemlock… ​you have been doubting your sex appeal for many years.

So I said ‘yes’ to this man. To Dane. To someone and something I certainly wasn’t looking for. Gazing up at his eyes, perfectly aware that it is my choice, my exploration, to let myself further crave him. A man who is animalistic, for me. And I, in fact… animalistic for him.

We burst into the dimly lit back room, the echo of the live music reverberating through the walls behind us. My lips madly taste his, as his hands caress up my lower back, I begin to move my fingers towards his buttoned shirt. Before my mind can catch up to my body, I begin ferociously undoing his top buttons, as his lips kiss my ear, his quivering breath as hungry as I was.

I s​ uppose​ we do have somewhat ‘permission’ to be in this back room, I think in my head as I take a flash of a moment to catch my breath- being it’s his family’s club. But it still doesn’t take away the sensuous, dangerous sensation I have erupting inside me.

He pauses, for a moment, between our frenzy, as I stare directly into his fierce green eyes. I slowly drag his shirt past his shoulders, revealing a muscular frame and scent enveloping me. I drop his shirt to the ground. He continues to stare into my eyes as I raise my hands and feel his chest, tracing his taut skin and basking in the glow of his torso under the dim light.

His lips move to mine magnetically, as we share a pulsating, deep kiss.

“Can you help me with something?” I whisper in his ear.

He pulls back and gazes into my eyes, giving a look radiating his response, “Anything”.

I turn around, my back to him, feeling his body throb with pleasure sensing my backside against him. I motion to the zipper at the top of my dress.

He breaths outward, his hot breath tingling my neck, and slowly reaches up and unzips my deep red covering as he basks in my presence.

Now this is something that I, Julie Hemlock, would never do. Allow an astonishingly beautiful man to unzip my dress in a dark, private room in the back of a club. The danger and exhilaration of this moment was only topped by the insatiable thirst and drive I had for him. So… fuck it. It’s my time now.

I slip my dress downwards, as Dane adoringly gazes at my body, lowering to his knees. I gasp, as his hands plesauringly move to my hips, lowering my nylons as his lips shower my hips and curves with kisses. Every mark, scar, imperfection I felt I had on my body was just another excuse for him to cherish.

I want him. Every part of him. I pull him upwards and turn him around, his back against the table and I take one step back.

“Unbuckle yourself”. I commandingly murmur to him, my confidence astounding even me.

He smiles, that gorgeous side smile, and slowly unbuckles his belt, maintaining direct eye contact, his studious gaze, giving me butterflies. He leans back against the table, just as he did before, before I knew the story that would unfold between us.

I step to him, letting my exposed body smoothly glide against his skin, arousing him to the point where it was hard for me to miss it. Our lips glide together, him cradling my body into his warmth and humbless, filling my heart and I feel safe in his arms. I turn around once more, sensing his loving idolization of my curves…and I slowly… gently… bend as he spreads my legs apart… pushing deeply into me, our breath joining together in primal bliss.

The sensation is all encompassing. H​ e’s huge​, I think, but I barely have a moment for another thought to cross my mind before his thrusting makes my legs shake with pleasure. ​I’ve never felt it like this before.

His hands explore my body, letting out sexy moans of pleasure, grasping my hips and arching my lower back in a way that allows him even deeper inside of me… if that is even possible. His right hand moves to my front, reaching the ideal spot by my clit and gently rubs in the p​ erfect​ way. As if he already knew how to work my body, since the first moment he entered me. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter… and so does he. It makes him swell, feeling his cock growing inside me and I can’t help but moan louder. His left hand moves to my mouth,

“Shhh… my girl. You gotta keep quiet back here…”, he says with a sexy smile.

It only turns me on more, as his hand covers my mouth and pounds me harder and faster. I moan behind his skin, kissing his fingers, my insatiable pleasure making me feel the naughtiest I ever have.

His pounding continues, making my eyes roll back, as he pulls out quickly, passionately rubbing my clit. I squirt over him, my eyes widen as I gasp and orgasm suddenly, unprepared for the wettest pleasure I have ever known.

He kisses up my lower back, and gently turns me to face him. We lovingly entwine, and he picks me up, something a man has never done to me before during sex,​ and slowly re-enters me… his cock once again reminding me how big he really is.

His kisses fly across my neck, as he sensually squeezes my breasts and makes me feel as light as a feather. His cock in me, this position, ignites a new type of pleasure. I feel my orgasm building once more under his slow and steady guiding, unbelievably to me- being so close to my first. I admire his eyes, and he gazes intensely back at me. In this moment, there is tenderness, a deep trust, as we allow ourselves to be present… just this moment, right now.

Together we climax, as we embrace tightly, in this dim, secretive back room.

Me, Julie Hemlock, a middle-age woman who blushed at a half-dressed man on the television, has just hooked up with the most irresistible man 20 years her prior in the back of a room in a club.

I laugh, as he holds me, telling me he doesn’t want this moment to end.I don’t either. But I do know my life has more in store. It’s my second coming. Literally, and f​ iguratively​.

We embrace one more time, and clean ourselves up, handing Dane my number before heading back to the dance floor to my friends.

Will I tell them? Who knows. See, Miss Julie Hemlock has one life to live, and she’s going to enjoy e​ very moment​.

I smile, as my girlfriends wave and I dance towards them, allowing a never-again restrained joy radiate through me.