I am at the house getting ready for the night. I jump out the shower, well cleaned, shaved, and begin to lotion up. My hair is done. My clothes picked out and everything is fitting just right. I slip on my heels grab my phone, keys, and coach and out the door I go.
I pick up my girl and we head to the city.
We drive around for a few and scope out the scene. Trying to make sure that we end up at the spot that offers the most.
We park and get one last hair (check) makeup (check) teeth (check) and get out the car.
As we approach we see that the spot is going to be live tonight.
We walk in do a quick look and to the bar we head.
The DJ is playing our song but the dance floor is empty. We will sit back, sip, and watch.
We see a mutual friend and head out to the front. On the patio we sit, sip, and shoot the shit.
He has a friend or two approach so far nothing serious. We all sit back and begin to converse.
I see his friend giving me the eye. So I play into it. He's tall dark and handsome so what is the worse that can happen?
We spark up a conversation and a questions comes about.
Why do you wear that "S" on your chest.
He smiles, in a devilish way and says "Baby let me whisper in your ear"
I lean in and he says, "Cause I am the man of Steel"
I get goose bumps and can feel my blood flowing.
I lean back and smile all the while wonder to myself, what does the man of steel feel like?
Can he make me want to jump leaps and bounds in a single stick?
Will I feel his super ability to save me from the evil that is afoot?
I giggle it off and let the night continue.
We all sit back and have a few drinks, I hear the music as people are walking in and out of the club.
I hear my song and decide that I have to go in and dance.
I walk through the club and feel hands, and hear comments.
As I approach the dance floor I begin to look for someone to dance with. There he was. Standing there with that smile on his face.
I grab his hand and proceed to the floor.
All around him are envious. They are wondering, who, how and why he is the one dancing with me.
I begin to step, he begins to grove. Together we are on the floor making the song come alive.
I feel his hand touch my back, my shirt slips up and I can feel his skin touch my skin.
It is soft in a ruff way. He is a man and so this is to be expected.
As we sway back and fourth to the music he take and spins me around. I decide half way that I am going to back my groove thang up.
I slid my ass to him and he grabs my by the hips and we start back our groove. I am slowly allowing my ass to touch him in the slightest way. I don't want him thinking that he can dry hump me and get it. I can tell that he is into it as am I. I can feel his chest touching my back and so I pop it one time and give him a quick feel.
He smiles.
The song ends and we proceed back to the hang out spot. I enjoyed feeling him and he enjoyed feeling me.
I begin to look over at him, talking, drinking, and laughing and wonder, what would it feel like?
How would it feel to have him touch me? Kiss me? Rub on my body?
All the while these ideas are racing through my mind I find myself getting hot.
He looks at me and smiles and I wonder, can he read the vibe that my body is giving my mind? Can he read the illusions that I am creating in my mind that are involving him?
I smile and turn away for too much eye contact I will begin to give away some of the thoughts that may not be appropriate for this setting.
I take another sip of my cup and smile, converse, and laugh with the others.
The whole while he is within arms length and I could easily slip my hands over to him, touching him in a way that he would instantly know I want him.
I want him.
I want to feel his touch, I want to feel his lips, I want to know what he thinks, I want him to act upon his natural carnival instincts.
If that means that he has to pounce on me in the mid of the night and bite the back of my neck as if he is attacking prey so be it. Tonight I want to dance the night away with him and all he has to do is reach out his hands and grab me.
