Catching Up

We moved together as if we had been partners for years. I felt his fingers glide up my back, while one hand remained on my hip. We swayed and moved around in a slow circle. The man who had taken me to the floor walked away; the young girl, I saw her roll her eyes, turn and find another good looking guy to gyrate against. Eventually everyone else in the room faded away.

"Mark." His name sounded so right, coming from my lips.

"Hmm?"

"I can't do this, not unless you're sure," I told him.

"Sure about what?" he asked. His breath caressed my skin as he whispered in my ear.
"I've wanted you for a long time and..."

"Mi...Victoria. I wish you had told me," he said.

I pulled back and studied him. "Seriously?" I asked.

"Seriously," he answered. "I wish we hadn't lost track of each other and maybe I would have known what I wanted a long time ago, instead of searching via conventional means."

We continued to move with the music; the band switched songs and we moved in sync with the new music. It was still slow and erotic, and my skin was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My cock was growing thick; it pressed against my thong and forced my skirt to protrude slightly at the groin.

There were brief moments when I would catch Mark staring at me and his words would sink further in. During those times I watched his hungry eyes graze my neck, shoulders, chest and crotch. The various colors of the club's strobe lights illuminated the desire growing in his facial expressions. I looked down and noticed the apparent arousal he had for me.

My stomach twisted and contorted as I imagined him taking me right there in the club. I remembered the lube in my ass, squeezed the cheeks and felt the knowing presence of the easing gel. His hands slid down to my skirt, where he gripped my ass. I moaned in pleasure. He pulled me against his length and his throat released a possessive growl that only I could hear.