Bad Timing.

Wanna take a breather?

A moment ago, they were on the dance floor, his hands on her hips, their bodies so close anyone could’ve mistaken them for lovers.

But they were strangers who were barely acquainted, and within minutes she was grinding herself against him.

And now he was pressed up against the wall in a corner of the club, her hands on either side of his head. She leaned in close to his ears and flicked her tongue in and out of them. Slowly nibbling on them. Her hands found the zipper to his jeans and unzipped them. He let out a sigh, and that was her cue to start massaging the hard-on he’d been having since they started dancing.

He wasted no time himself, his hands deftly moved under her shirt, and were giving her breasts light squeezes, slowly moving under her bra to play with her nipples.

Then their lips found each other, and started a dance of their own, their tongues taking centre stage, teasing each other, playing a game with rules only they understood.

She leaned her head back and he kissed her neck gently, slowly moving down to her breasts.

She felt his hand unzip her jeans, and his fingers were on her clit, doing his own share of teasing and massaging.

She took his hands away from her, and once again their hips touched, grinding each other at their own pace, ignoring the music, or the people around them.

Amidst the strains of Beyonce’s voice streaming out of the speakers, he leaned into her ears and whispered.

Let me take you home. Let me fuck you all night long.

She smiled at him, her response interrupted by a light buzz in the pocket of her jeans felt by both of them.

Where the fuck have you disappeared to with that sucker?

She grinned at him and planted a kiss on his cheek, zipping up his jeans in the process.

Sorry hun, bad timing. I gotta go.

As he stood staring at her retreating figure into the crowds, she smiled to herself.

What a sucker indeed.

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6 Comments

  1. What an anticlimax! 😀

  2. heh, not everything has to have a happy ending =)

  3. So. Fucking. Familiar.

    I hate logistics

  4. hoho..=P

  5. What a sucker.

  6. you got that right babe =)


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