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“I wanna pull her hair,” Jack commented to his friend, Lilly. The two of them were sitting at a table watching the girl with her friends on the dance floor. She was significantly taller than the others of her group, though perhaps it was because her heels were much taller than the others. She was definitely the queen bee of her harem. Lilly looked at the heels and knew she could never do more than teeter in them. They were sky high stilettos, the kind of shoe not meant to be functional, but rather were decorative. They decorated her feet and they decorated her ass. It was plumped up, a veritable shelf under the strain from those killer heels. She used it to bump with the hip hop music that was blaring through the club they were in. Lilly rolled her eyes. She had heard it before. The two frequently hit the same bar on Friday’s after work with several others from the office. The rest had wives, husbands, girl friends, or boyfriends to go home to and would inevitably leave before Jack or Lilly, the remaining unattached co workers. It was like a broken record. Some girl would stand out. Jack would inevitably spend the evening talking about this girl who had caught his eye, but he would never actually do anything about it. It was almost enough to make a girl throw him a pity fuck. Almost. Truthfully, Lilly probably would have given Jack more than just a pity fuck, but she kept that to herself. Office affairs always seem to end miserably. So she kept her thoughts to herself and just shared drinks and gossip instead. She inevitably would spend the night drinking getting progressively more inebriated as the night wore on until she would finally go home and feed the pet goldfish in her empty apartment. She slowly stirred her drink with the little plastic stirrer, half listening as Jack continued to tell tales of his sexual prowess. He was launching yet another long winded and graphic speech that detailed something about how he would “stick it in her ass.” Lilly tuned him out as he filled in great detail to his imaginary sex scene with the girl on the floor. The girl’s weave looked expensive; Lilly doubted if she would take well to having it pulled. But that certainly didn’t stop Jack Çekmeköy escort from fantasizing about wrapping it “around my fist, like this.” Lilly struggled not to yawn. She was so tired of the repetitive nature of her weekends. She continued watching the pack of laughing girls on the floor. All had glossy long hair and nails. Their tips were a rainbow of colors that glowed in the semidarkness. They looked out at the people sitting scattered at tables eagerly with a certain hunger to their gazes. They were on the prowl and everyone in the bar knew it. Except Jack, or rather he knew it but lacked the initiative to do anything about it. Lilly looked at Jack as he watched the girls. The look on his face was a dreamy longing mixed with a healthy dose of lust. Lilly rolled her eyes and turned back to the girls. It would almost be funny if he did try with one of them; at the very least it would be good enough for a laugh or two at work. She watched the mesmerizing swish of their hair as the girls rubbed their hips together. They strutted around, knowing they were the centers of attention. She narrowed her eyes as she had a idea that started out as a stray thought. Would she be able to pull off the prank of the century? It would require a light touch. The cluster of girls would have to be prettier than they were smart. They would have to be gullible and eager to make it big. She might not be able to do it, but the longer she thought about it the more she liked the challenge. It would certainly change up the routine and boredom of their evenings. Plus she wouldn’t have to hear anymore about what he would do to them. That alone made the idea very appealing. Obviously she wouldn’t be able to tell the truth. Nor could she count on Jack to follow through with whatever she did. Any preparations she made for him would have to stand alone without back up. This was going to require work, but she felt ready for it. She stood up and finished her drink, setting it down empty but for the ice tinkling in the bottom. “I’m going to go dance. If you leave before I do, I’ll see you Monday for the dirty details.” “What?” Jack asked, shock on his face. “I can Gebze escort bayan dance you know,” Lilly responded. “Well yea, I know you can. It’s just the last time I saw you dance was with,” Jack stopped talking almost like he was afraid to mention his name.” “Yea, I know. With David. But it’s long since time for me to dance again.” “And,” she mentally added, “It’s time for me to not being going home to an empty apartment.” Lilly threw Jack a wink over her shoulder as she headed between the tables towards the rapidly filling dance floor. She started moving to the beat as she hit the edge of the floor. The girls were on the far side, but she knew she couldn’t just go straight to them. She would have to be more subtle. A man she didn’t know, but who was tall and whose body melded against hers in a pleasurable way bumped up against her as she started to dance her way across the floor. She looked over her shoulder at him and he grinned at her. She smiled and leaned back against him; it was Friday. She was here to have some fun, and not just at Jack’s expense. She needed to cut lose. Besides, if she could use him to help her move across the floor it would be a lot less obvious what she was doing. Slowly but surely, she made her way across the floor. She was flushed and enjoying every bit of it. The music was pumping through her, solid bass throbbing and thumping in a stimulating manner. Friday evenings were an excuse to drink and forget about the stress of her work week. She could unwind, enjoy her weekend, and brace herself for the metaphoric punch in the face that was every workday. The gorgeous man had gone from a little flirtatious touching to running his hands along her sides. He slipped under the edge of her shirt with work roughened hands, barely touching but leaving her shivery and wanting more. She leaned back against his chest and ground her ass checks against what she could feel was his hardening cock. The hands under her shirt had strayed much farther and were gliding along the white skin that lay directly below her breasts. They danced and teased there. Lilly held her breath, waiting for the delicious feel of a roughened thumb Escort Şerifali to sweep under her bra and rub her nipple. Then let it out with sharp disappointment as those hands stayed below the edge of her bra. Never leaving the white skin along her ribs, his hands were touching her but Lilly want more. Her desire was a palpable thing now; she had quite forgotten her plan through the attentions of her mystery man. She willed his hands to rise and get rough with her nipples. They were desperate for attention. Her ass checks were pressed firmly against the man’s by now rock like erection. She ground her ass up and down feeling the cock rubbing her, the friction between her panties and her ass delicious. It felt great, but not nearly enough. Lilly felt empty and unsatisfied. Her pussy screamed for release and begged her to fill it with her fingers, his fingers, his tongue or his cock. Any of it, all of it was necessary. She had to have a release. She turned to face her anonymous dance partner. His hands moved from under her shirt to cup her ass, pulling her close. His eyes were focused down her shirt. There wasn’t much he could see, her button up shirt and slacks from work were hardly club wear, but he seemed to appreciate the view nonetheless. She was pulled in snug to him, fingers digging into the muscles in her rump. Lilly knew if she inspected her panties now she would find them soaked and musky. She rubbed herself back and forth against him, silky panties stroking her with every movement. Her partner pressed his knee forward, thigh between her legs. Lilly slid up and down against his leg. Her arms were up with hands fisted in her hair and her back arched. The shirt gaped and rather than the modest amount of cleavage she had previously sported, more and more of her globes could be seen from the top of the shirt. In the crush of people on the floor, she was partially masked as she ground her pussy hard against him. The urgency she felt was building. She hips rocked violently as she ground harder and faster, riding his leg. Lilly knew he was enjoying himself. A wicked grin graced his lips as he looked down at her face; his hands were holding her and helping drive her along his leg. She moaned as he slid his hand down beneath her waistband. Fortunately, the loud pounding music covered her. Callous fingers shoved over her soaked panties and pushed along her slit. Lilly panted and thrust herself onto his fingers, feeling his thumb rub her in the most intimate of ways.
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