The lover of Lisa

pressed into him I could feel every inch of his manhood screaming that
it needed and wanted me. I shifted slightly and in doing so I had
brought my hands up a tad, and now they were around his neck and my head
rested in the crook of his shoulder. His hands continued to travel
across my back, softly rubbing in just the right spots, not being too
forward. When was this song going to end?

The song seemed to last forever, and with each rhythmic movement Joe’s
hands caressed me and his package let me know that I was exciting him as
much as he was turning me on. As the song came to an end I lifted my
head to look at him and thank him and he lowered his head at the same
time. Our lips touched and there was a spark that flew between us. I
didn’t back away and he pressed down a bit. I didn’t back away and he
started to part his lips. I didn’t back away and I felt his engorged
cock press into me and I opened my lips back. His tongue pressed into
me, slowly as if testing the waters, and I applied more pressure to my
arms around his neck and he responded. He tightened his dance position
and with just a small movement on his part, and maybe a small movement
on mine, we were locked in a hot embrace and a deep passionate kiss. I
could feel his chest hair pressing into my blouse and rubbing against my
skin. I finally understood what Lisa meant when she said how wonderful
that felt. I felt myself lean into him. My foot came off the floor,
lifting me up and forward pushing me into the kiss and his tight
embrace. I could feel a stirring beginning to bubble, a heat emanating
from deep in my stomach and making me lightheaded. I could feel Joe’s
hand slowly fall and come to rest on my ass. I could feel the pressure
as he pulled me closer into him, as he started to drink my soul. I
released some of the pressure of my embrace and Joe followed the lead.
As we broke the kiss and I came up for air Joe looked into my eyes and I
looked into his. I knew right then and there, had we not been in a
public place that there was no way I was going to stop. The heat between
us was palatable. Lust was painted all over Joe’s face, primal and hot.
I knew that I had to disengage and find an exit strategy or else.