The Dance Club Ch. 01

After four dances, Adam suggested to Kelly it was time to take a break. It was well into the night and with three fast jives and a samba, he was knackered; especially as Kelly was such a livewire dancer.
Actually, as they walked back to the table, Adam reflected she was a livewire in more than just dancing. In bed she was a complete maniac.
She'd had him over for some friends with benefits sex earlier in the week and she'd ridden him so hard cowgirl he still had the bruises on his hips and a strained base of his cock from the workout. Busty and full figured, her breasts were almost dangerous weapons when she went like that. An attempt to lift your head to them to suck a nipple could result in a near fatal blow.
Still, she was fun and easy to get along with. One of Adam's favourites among the group of women at the dance school who came to these weekly dances. But, without putting too fine a point on it, her Kardishian like figure wasn't really Adam's cup of tea. It wasn't likely to go beyond a friends with benefit relationship.
Resting for a moment, Adam sat at the table and indulged in what was his second favourite activity at these social dance Friday nights at the local RSL club; watching the girl in the red dress dance.
Actually it may have been his favourite activity. More so than the dancing itself.
He watched as her partner for the moment put her into an almost cruel succession of fast spin turns.
Her head expertly spotted on her partner as her body beautifully executed the turn, then her head quickly spun around and re-spotted on her dance partner. Her long, graceful legs showed an easy precision in stepping through the process of the turn. Her free arm arched confidently and sensuously through the air.
Her dancing wasn't stiff or even constrained by the sort of competition precision that studios can encourage. It was easy, free, unconstrained and very seductive.
But if the truth be told, it was far from just the elegance of her dancing that made watching her so enjoyable.
Both women and men made an effort to dress for these club nights of dancing, based around a live band playing music suited to the old styles of rock and roll, jive, rumba, waltz, foxtrot and the like. Men in chinos and collared shirts to match their black leather dance shoes, women in loose flick skirts or dresses and high heels. More Saturday Night Fever than country boot-scooters.
It was just that, on several levels, this girl in red took it to a higher level.
Her dress was a mini sheath dress, made, as far as Adam could tell from a distance, of what appeared to be a very light, unstructured spandex.
The halter neck top of the dress consisted of two not very large triangles that only half covered the orbs of her breasts held up by thin spaghetti straps that tied in a fragile bow around her neck. Below that the bodice of the dress had a deeply cut away at the back, with the front of it drawn tautly against her torso, from directly under her breasts down to her hips, by a crisscross of more spaghetti straps down her back.
But the piece de resistance was the skirt part of the dress. It flared widely from her hips. At rest, it draped down to barely hide her crotch, drawn sensuously into it by the static electricity charge in the material. As she spun through turns - as her dance partners seemed keen to make her do - it rose into a horizontal disc, fully exposing her panties and a delightful strip of her lower stomach above them.
The panties themselves were in a matching satin red; just a front and back triangle with spaghetti strap sides, low slung and drawn as tautly against her body as the rest of her outfit.
And she was stunningly beautiful.
Tall, slender bodied with lovely, perky, perfectly proportioned breasts - a nice full B cup as far as Adam could tell from his viewpoint. She had a face with a smile that lit up the room and long honey blonde hair that did its own sensuous arc through their air with each of her turns.
Just watching her dance was enough to arouse Adam; more so as he noted that centrifugal forces and those of momentum and inertia would cause her breasts to bulge in her spins and slightly lag the rest of her body in turns, letting them do a delightful dance of their own. And her panties were drawn tightly into and between her butt cheeks while he thought he could see at the front of her panties either a very delightful bulging mound or the bulge of some fairly dense pubic hair. He guessed he would never know which.
Not that she was always in red. On other nights she'd displayed a yellow spandex dress, sleeveless rather than halter necked, but with a deeply plunging cleavage line. It too flared from the hips to display a matching pair of yellow panties.
And finally there was the black dress. Ah, the mysterious back dress. He had dreams about that. A tightly fitting sheath dress, with no flare, it closely moulded to her absolutely gorgeous butt as much as it did to the rest of her figure. It had narrow shoulder Maltepe Escort straps and, as this woman clearly liked, a deep cleavage line. But what set the dress apart was the fact it had a two inch wide open split down both sides, held together with just six equally narrow straps down each side.
The bare flesh display down her sides raised the question of whether she could be wearing panties underneath as Adam couldn't see the straps that would surely be necessary to hold them up. A micro mini like the rest of her dresses, Adam had watched transfixed on the two nights he'd seen her wear it to see if the tight skirt would ride up just enough as she danced to answer the question. But they'd refused to budge, even as she wiggled her butt sexily through the most erection inducing rumba.
And yes, he was human enough to have tried to get an angle up between her legs as she sat at her table on the rare occasions she had a rest. But the darkness of the room, the crowd of people and the distance had defeated him.
In the three months these weekly dances had been running, he'd ached to get to know this woman and to dance with her. But a lack of both courage and opportunity had stopped him from doing so.
He was here as a member of the dance studio he went to and, clearly, so was she, but a different studio. Both of them were with a moderately large group of fellow students who spent the night exchanging dance partners within their own groups.
It wasn't that there was any bad blood or exclusion between the groups. It's just that within their own groups they knew each other and naturally tended to congregate together.
Plus the girl in red was clearly a popular dance partner and rarely free for Adam to pounce upon. Not that Adam was given much time either. As a respectably skilled dancer in a group where females greatly predominated, Adam was in high demand; sometimes even dancing with two women at once - leading one with each arm. And the demand extended beyond the end of the dancing. More a seducee than a seducer, Adam had been bedded by every unattached adult woman in the group under the age of 35.
Even in the few minutes Adam had a chance to watch her, a swelling had grown in his pants. Which is why it was a bit awkward when Lucy tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to dance with her.
Lucy was an interesting and complex character. A successful Accountant, she was clearly smart, but slowly, over the couple of years they knew each other through the dance studio, Adam had learnt she had a different thought process to normal persons. In short, he had come to recognise she was very likely on the autism spectrum. High functioning certainly, but relating to people was not one of her skills. Probably what might once have been called mild Asperger's, but the professionals, in their wisdom had merged into a general autism diagnosis.
Dancing was one of her - obsessions is way too strong, let's say - points of focus. She worked hard to be a good dancer and to learn the steps. While methodical, she was inhibited in several ways. One made her dancing a bit wooden, however precise it was. The other was more of a blight on her life. She disliked physical contact with people; hardly ideal for partner dancing.
Getting to know and understand her had been a slow, sometimes painful, sometimes strange process for Adam over the several years, but that is a separate story.
As Adam danced with Lucy, he couldn't help but be distracted by the girl in the red dress. There was an art to perving at her while they were both on the dance floor; being far enough away to get an angle up her skirt as it lifted to her spins, but not so far away that the view was blocked by numerous other dancers or he missed the delightful sight of seeing her breasts do their own version of a spin turn.
But that was not to say he felt he could be rude enough to neglect Lucy. That wasn't how you made friends on the dance floor. Which meant for much of the time the girl in red was out of sight even if not entirely out of mind.
He'd just thrown Lucy into a turn when he felt a body collide heavily with his back; well actually, to be precise, with his backside.
He turned to apologise - as one does on the dance floor - to find that that the bottom pushed firmly against his left butt cheek belonged to none other than the girl in red; the collision having halted their bodies at approximately right angles to each other - her right butt against his left one.
As he turned his head, she flashed the most incredible smile at him.
"I'm sorry. My fault... Well, I suppose you could argue my partner shouldn't have thrown me into you... [at this she threw her partner a teasing grin], but I'm sorry just the same."
She separated her posterior marginally from Adam and gently rubbed his butt cheek with her hand...
"I hope I didn't hurt you."
Adam was transfixed. The smile had lit up for him and the seductive tone of her kind, gentle voice had left him speechless. Her hand on İstanbul Escort his butt had sent a thrill up his spine. His eyes drifted down to find the momentum of her suddenly halted turn had left her breast partly dislodged from its triangular covering, the edge of her areola just exposed. He instantly had a half mongrel in his pants.
Lifting a finger as one might to make a playful point, then rested it on his bare forearm, she added...
"I owe you a dance for that one..."
And then she was gone again, twirling seductively around the room.
After another two dances with Lucy, Adam again excused himself and led her back to their table; leaving her there as he got himself a drink of water and Lucy a lemon Sprite.
He'd only just got back to the table, taken a sip of his drink and leaned in to talk to Lucy over the music when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Before he could even look around, he had a hand on each shoulder and the face of the girl in the red dress appeared over his right shoulder, turned to him, and flashed the most incredible smile...
"How about I claim that dance I promised you?"
Adam's countenance dissolved into fluster.
"Ah, sure...yea...love too."
"Great."
The girl in the red dress grabbed his left hand and pulled him away from the table and into the middle of the dance floor.
As she reached it, she simply spun into his body in a dance hold and her feet started moving in the basic steps to the beat of the rock and roll music the band was playing. Adam took a moment to catch up with her spontaneity; needing to find the rhythm for himself before he could start leading her into a range of dance moves.
At first his natural inclination had been to throw her into a succession of spins like he'd seen so many of her partners do. It was easy for him and he had the visual delight of watching her stunning body turn in front of him. He might have been standing too close to get the underskirt view that every other male in the room had, but there were no shortage of visual delights available in watching her anyway. Plus there was something rather erotic about the way the hem of her dress brushed rapidly across his crotch as the elevated disc of the skirt spun in response to her turn.
But it soon occurred to him he was missing the best part of dancing with her. When dancing more closely with him, it was almost like her body melded against his. Her every move seemed to brush some part of her or him sensuously against the other. A total contrast to Lucy's finger contact only holds certainly, but even compared to all the other girls in the dance group, this girl's style was way more intimate in a manner Adam couldn't quite put his finger on.
As he danced with her, there was an awareness of her body, of his contact with it, of the sexuality of it, which just never impacted him as much when he was dancing with the others. At the apex of that awareness was the way his arm brushed across her breasts with every slide.
Normally he didn't even think about the intimacy of such a manoeuvre. It was just part of dancing as the length of his arm slipped across just under the breasts of his partner. Even with Lucy it was impossible to avoid any contact. With someone like Kelly you might be vaguely aware of the contact with the underside of her heavily structured bra.
With this girl it seemed like he'd been given permission to play with her breasts. He could feel their full weight and the softness of their flesh as they moved along the length of his arm, then separate at the last moment to brush her nipples across it as he completed the step.
The dress she was wearing might have been part of it. So light in its texture, so filmy, so soft and smooth, so revealing of her figure, it was almost like she was dancing naked with him; so much of her bare flesh exposed to him and the rest teasingly close to being revealed. Braless, only those tiny little panties seemed to offer any real sense of modesty.
As his confidence in dancing with her increased, so too did the cheekiness of the steps he tried with her. An over the hip throw just about stripped the dress off her as it caught on his hips as the body within it kept moving. Hitched too high as she recovered her feet, her panties remained fully exposed and it was only several steps later before she had nonchalantly been able to pull it back down to its normal position.
And then there was the under leg slide that momentarily left her lying on the floor between his legs, her dress pulled up as far as her navel, letting him stare down at the perfection of her strong flat stomach and the bikini bridge that disappeared into the waistband of her panties.
By the second dance, he'd become substantially aroused. His manhood, captured and contained within the folds of his heavy cotton jockey underpants was unable to straighten itself out and formed an uncomfortable and very obvious bulge in the front of his pants. A bulge she'd brushed across and pushed against often Anadolu Yakası Escort enough by now that she couldn't have failed to notice it.
It seemed not to bother her that she was dancing with such an aroused male; maybe used to it by now, given the effect she must have on any dance partner. But her own body wasn't lacking sexual signals either.
Her nipples had been jutting out the front of her light dress from the second dance, their hardness obvious to Adam every time they brushed across her arm. And at the completion of her between the leg slide, in that small moment when he'd got to stare down at her exposed panties, there was something that had suggested to him her own arousal. Not so much a camel toe, as two ridges separated by a gap that ran through the gusset. And maybe, just maybe a sign of dampness that was more than sweat.
Just in time to give his flagging body a rest from the high intensity of rock and roll, the band struck up a waltz at the start of the final sequence of the night.
The girl simply melded once again against his body.
Now there was no hiding his arousal. Her crotch was pushed firmly against it, her breasts into his chest and, in defiance of the normal rules, her cheek brushed lightly against his, instead of her head being held proud and slightly turned aside in the way of competition dancers.
As they glided around the dance floor, Adam quickly found his right thigh tightly between hers, the top of it moving against her crotch with every step; a realisation that did little to settle his arousal. The bulge in his pants was now squashed firmly between their bodies.
Disconcertingly, as she rose and fell gracefully with each step, she seemed to respond to the music a nano-second ahead of Adam, causing her lower stomach to grind against Adam's erection in a highly stimulating manner.
The balled up half mongrel that had started in his pants had gone through the process of filling out completely and uncomfortably in its entrapped state. Now it was almost as if her movements were straightening it out; dislodging the entrapments in his underwear and letting the kinks in his manhood release themselves.
But that simply meant the continued movement of her body against his now nearly straitened erection was highly stimulatory. He started to worry he would cum in his pants. He pulled his hips back trying to reduce the effect, but her hips just seemed to move forward to reconnect.
He was tempted to suggest they sit down, but they were on the final dance of the night.
In the end, Adam was saved by the bell. As the band finished he found himself with this beautiful woman wrapped in his arms on the very edge of ejaculating from the hard shaft pressed into her stomach, and yet reluctant to let her go.
She lightened the pressure forcing their bodies together just enough to let her look him in the face...
"Thanks Adam, that was the most fun dancing I've had in months. I hope you're coming next week."
Frankly Adam was more worried about coming on the spot. Still, the fact she knew his name intrigued him. He hadn't had an opportunity to exchange that bit of information over the noise of the music.
"I was just about to ask your name. But how do you know mine?"
"I'm Cathy, Cath if you like. And as for knowing your name, the girls in your group were talking about you in the ladies room."
She added with a wink...
"I know quite a lot about you. Don't worry, nothing bad; just interesting."
With that Cath opened out, took Adam by the hand and led him back to the table where she'd been sitting. As she got there, she turned and kissed him on the cheek...
"See you next week."
Letting his hand go, she re-emerged herself in her own group, leaving Adam to make his way back to his own table.
It took a long time for Adam's erection to subside. Cath had left a residual effect on him that didn't easily go away. He was half way to the car with Lucy before it even started to soften; thankful of the darkness of the car park. His balls felt full and desperate to dump their load.
Had, among the girls who used him for booty calls, it been anyone but Lucy he was driving home with, he might have broken his usual rule of letting them make the booty call and asked her for one. But Lucy was in a different class. Adam knew he was dealing with someone on the spectrum, probably hetro-romantic asexual, trying to work out whether she could sustain a sexual relationship with a boyfriend if she ever had one.
The sex they shared was always highly planned by Lucy and undertaken for a purpose, not to satisfy a need, whether that be Adam's or Lucy's. Even asking Lucy would damage their relationship. She had a way if reacting very offensively to far less provocative questions than that.
The fullness lasted two days. Two days of a constant sense of arousal and fullness as he obsessed about Cath. Adam usually didn't find much satisfaction in self pleasuring, but nearly succumbed before he was saved by Jane making an urgent booty call for him.
At 22, Jane was the youngest unattached female dancer in their studio and the youngest to use Adam for booty calls. She was also the most frequent caller. How she was unattached and needed Adam for that purpose was beyond his understanding.