Alexis Chapter 5

I've never been a big fan of rap music, but looking at it in the perspective of a typical teenage girl changed it. It became an excuse to move my body in sexy ways, if that makes any sense at all.

I should have been nervous about dancing in heals, but the alcohol sort of impaired my judgment. (It wouldn't be the first time tonight that that would happen!) I did fine dancing though, and soon adjusted to moving on the four inch heels without a problem.

Kyle stands behind me, and I wiggle my hips to the beat of the music. He grabs my hips and pulls me against him, pressing my ass against his crotch. I gyrate against him, feeling his cock through the thin fabric of my tiny little dress. Kyle holds onto my hip with one hand and explores my body with the other, rubbing across my tummy and moving closer to my jiggling tits. He finally runs his hand across one of them, cupping it for a moment, and then slides it down my stomach and to my crotch, where his fingers stop.

I'm basically dry fucking him right there on the dance floor. Any doubts he had that he was going to get laid were soon put to rest; that's how slutty I'm dancing. I look over my shoulder and give him the "I want you to fuck me look," and he returns it, obviously quite experienced with things like this. Reaching my arm up, I run my fingers through his hair and pull him close to me. He nestles his face into my neck and begins French kissing me, nibbling lightly. I moan softly-I don't think he hears-and to return the favor, I turn around and give him a naughty look. Making sure that he's watching, I lift up the back of my dress, exposing my slutty blue thong and my bare ass, and I jiggle it against his cock, which I can feel is rock hard through his suit pants. Just as I'm doing this, the song comes to an end, and I pull my dress back down over my ass and turn around, grinning at him.

"Damn girl…you're a fucking fox," he says, panting. I smile wider and wrap both my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine.