The Exotic Erotic Ball

For a while we just danced. Or at least I suppose I did. I was so entranced by watching her move to the music that I was hardly aware of what my own body was doing. As promised, her skirt frequently came apart to give me glimpses of her garters and smooth thighs. Finally she danced closer to me and put her arms over my shoulders without losing the beat. She came up on tiptoe to whisper "I love you" in my ear and then kissed my neck as she moved her body against mine.

I tried to match her movements and soon we were swaying together. I had one hand on the small of her back and the other cupping her beautifully shaped ass. She still had an arm over my shoulder but moved the other one down to caress my chest. My nipples are amazingly sensitive and I reveled in the feel of her stroking them through my silky shirt. Occasionally she planted her warm lips on my neck again and sent waves of pleasure through me. My dick was rock hard, pushing against her, and I could feel the blood in it pulsing to the sound of the music.

I don't know how long we danced. Several songs, certainly, because I remember moving fast to something upbeat, kissing languidly during a slow song, and finally breaking apart in laughter and pleasure as a classic disco song came on. Mostly I just remember the feel of her body and the patterns of the lights as they glittered off the colorful costumes around us.

As the disco song ended, Stacy grabbed my hand and started pulling me back in the direction of the lounge.

"I'm thirsty," she told me. "Let's have more champagne."

I felt somewhat relieved that we had moved apart during the last song so my erection had shrunk to a less obvious state. I followed her up the few stairs, marveling at her legs as she ascended each step. I watched her ass swing in front of me as walked over to our booth and, admittedly, stole a glance down at her flawless breasts as she leaned over to sit down.

I retrieved the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and poured us each another glass. We sat back and caught our breaths and allowed our eyes to take in the scene again. It was much as before but much more crowded. The multi-hued costumes, the glittering decorations and the wanton exhibit of sexuality lent it the air of some sort of adult fairy tale. I sat back, closed my eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the atmosphere and the buzz of the champagne.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking just past Stacy at the couple who had previously sat down next to us. They were seated close together on the far side of their booth and I could see that his arm was extended toward her, with his hand under the table. She was leaning back into the cushions, with her head thrown back and her hips pushed forward. I could tell from the slight rhythmic movement of his arm that he must be rubbing his hand between her legs.

I turned my gaze toward Stacy and indicated with my eyes that she should move closer to me and look toward the next booth. The near telepathic communication between couples who are exceptionally close paid off and she understood me and moved nearer. When she looked toward the other couple, I whispered in her ear, "He's totally fingering her!"

"I can see that!" she whispered back. "Looks like he's doing a good job, too."

Even as she spoke, the woman in the next booth pressed her lips together and thrust her hips forward. She held that position for a long moment and then sank back into the cushions. We looked discreetly away before her eyes could refocus.

"That makes me think of how your fingers feel in my pussy," Stacy whispered to me. "You always make me feel so good when you get them way up in me and push into my G-spot."

"I was thinking of the same thing," I told her. "Especially how you're body arches against me when you're coming so hard."

As I spoke, she slid her hand across my thigh and lightly brushed over my semi-hard dick. Instantly it was completely hard again and I moaned slightly in her ear. My arm was around her and I let my fingers move along her breast, tracing the outline of the teddy she was wearing. She moved closer against me and ran her fingers up my thighs and across my dick again.

"God, you're so hard," she told me. "I wish your cock was pounding into my pussy right this second."

I shivered with pleasure, but she withdrew slightly and moved her hand up to the table.

"I don't want you coming in your pants quite yet," she joked.

We moved slightly apart and looked out across the dance floor. I wasn't paying much attention; all my attention was focused between my legs. I wanted to feel her hand on my dick again, even if it did mean coming in my pants.

"Look at her," she said, interrupting my reverie.

"Huh? Who?" I asked, trying to look like I was paying attention.

"The black woman, dancing by herself," she told me as she nodded toward the dance floor. I followed her gaze and saw a small, slender woman dancing by herself near the entrance to the lounge. She was not dressed extravagantly but her cocktail dress showed nicely shaped legs and substantial cleavage. She had very dark, flawless skin and a classic face topped by hair in long braids. She danced with her eyes closed, swaying rhythmically without any concern that she danced alone.

"Uh... yeah?" I said, somewhat confused. She was certainly beautiful, but so were many of the other women in the room.

"I've seen her before," Stacy told me, "one night when I went to the lesbian bar in the Mission."

"She wasn't one of the mud wrestlers, was she?" I joked.

"No," she told me seriously, "she was just sitting there at the bar having a drink. But she kept looking at me. That's why I remember her. She just held my eyes when I glanced at her and didn't seem embarrassed or anything. I pretended to get involved in a conversation with someone because I was afraid she would want to talk to me."

"Would that have been bad?" I asked.

"Well... no," she told me, "but at the time I was in school and barely had enough time to spend with you. I certainly didn't need to be picking up strange women in a dyke bar."

"It seems you've been given a second chance," I told her.

"What?" In her surprise, she looked away from the woman and up at me.

"Go talk to her. As long as you don't leave me stranded here alone all night, I don't mind."

"Even if you don't mind - which I don't believe - I couldn't," she told me. "What would I say?"

"Duh. Tell her you've seen her somewhere before but didn't have a chance to speak to her. Or some shit like that. You know better than me how to approach women!"

"I dare you," I added, seeing a look of indecision on her face.

"Fine!" she told me, "but don't go picking up the Village People bartender while I'm gone!"

We both laughed as she climbed over me and stood up. I watched in trepidation as she walked across the lounge. I had often told her that I would find it a turn on if she were with another woman, but I never really expected to witness her coming on to one. We had a very fulfilling monogamous relationship - but the thought of her with another woman drove me crazy.

She approached the woman, starting to dance as she hit the edge of the dance floor. She waited a few feet away until the woman noticed her and then moved closer. They bent together, temporarily losing the beat as they talked. Then they began dancing again, but together this time. I watched in adoration as my baby's body moved rhythmically with another woman's. They weren't even touching but it was intensely sensual. I could tell by the way their eyes drank in the sight of each other that there was a mutual attraction.

Slowly they moved closer. Stacy's hand reached out to lightly rest on the other woman's arm and they gently touched each other. Soon they were dancing much closer, their breasts and thighs touching and their arms around each other. Finally, as I virtually held my breath, Stacy tilted her face up and the woman leaned down slightly and kissed her. It was almost a chaste kiss rather than a mouths-wide-open, tongue-in-your-throat kiss, but they danced for a long time with their lips pressed together.

Finally, they separated as the music changed. They stood still and talked for a moment before Stacy turned and walked back toward me.

"Well?" I demanded when she got back to our booth. "What are you doing back already?"

"Damn, give me a second to catch my breath!" she told me with a smile, "That was intense!"

I controlled my impatience and waited while she took another sip of champagne and exhaled heavily.

"Well?" I finally asked again.

"She was waiting for her girlfriend," Stacy explained. "She remembered me though and said that her girlfriend wouldn't mind if we had a dance and one kiss."

"One kiss?" I asked incredulously. "Isn't there, like, a time limit on how long you can kiss before it counts as more than one? That was hot!"

"You're telling me! I love kissing you, but kissing a woman, in public, was such a thrill. My panties are soaking wet. I could feel her nipples through her dress, they were hard as pebbles."

"Damn that was sexy," I told her. "I changed my mind about wanting you to have sex with a woman in front of me - I think I'd spontaneously combust if I saw that!"

"God, that was crazy," she went on, "at one point she reached under my ass and ran her fingers along my pussy. I... I have to admit I came right there on the dance floor."

"I think I'm going to come right now," I told her.

"Not yet," she replied, "come dance with me."

I followed her to the dance floor again. She exchanged smiles with the black woman as we walked by, but didn't stop.

We started moving to the music again, but this time she was all over me. Grinding into me, kissing my neck and chest, grabbing my ass. I nearly forgot the erotic sight I had just witnessed as she used her whole body in unison with the music to make love to me there on the dance floor.

Finally, as we got deep into the crowd at the center of the dance floor, she moved a little to the side and put her hand on my chest. Then she quickly slid her hand down between my legs and grabbed my hard dick through my jeans. I groaned into her hand as she straightened me out and started rubbing me.

"Don't you dare come," she whispered to me before she moved her lips to my nipple.

I looked around us, trying to find something to distract me so I could obey. The male couple beside us were dancing front-to-back and doing a damn good job of imitating anal sex. A woman near them had no shirt at all on and had another woman crouched in front of her, licking her nipples. An assorted group of men and women were dancing nearby and everyone seemed to be touching everyone else. I thought I saw a hard dick being pulled out of a pair of jeans.

Her hand moved away and I didn't know whether to be glad or not. I had been on the verge of coming, regardless of her instructions, but it had felt so good. Then I nearly jumped as I felt her hand slide down inside my jeans. I glanced down and could just tell that she had undone my belt and unbuttoned the waistband of the jeans. I thought, What, are you crazy? but I didn't have time to say it before her hand closed around my bare flesh.

For one moment I thought that was it, that I was going to come right then, shooting come all over her hand and both our clothes. But she moved down my shaft, knowing how to tease me, and started to knead the base of my dick.

"I bet you want to fuck me," she said in my ear.

"You have no idea," I told her.

"Oh, I think I do," she replied, "your cock is harder than it's ever been. What would happen if I slid my hand up a little...." She suited action to words and moved her hand up toward the head a fraction of an inch. My heart leaped and I stopped breathing as I tried to hold off my orgasm. I looked around again, but the people around me only intensified my pleasure. Here I am, I thought, getting a hand job with dozens of other people close enough to touch me. It's a good thing half of them seem to be in about the same situation as me.

Her hand slid away from me again and again I felt a simultaneous sense of loss and relief. A moment later and she was buckling my belt one handed while she looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

"Let's go explore," she said softly and led me away by the hand.

What, I thought, is she talking about?

She led me toward the back of the dance floor and I saw a hallway leading out of the main area. We entered it and were immediately plunged into darkness as the lights from the main dance floor dimmed behind us. I could vaguely make out other people walking by or standing near the walls. Many of them were embracing or kissing. We walked by a man who was pressing a woman up against the wall. She had one leg up over his hip and I could have sworn he must have been thrusting up inside of her as we walked past.

In a moment, the hallway opened into another room. Here there were much dimmer lights than the main dance floor and soft, ethereal music. Cushions and pillows were scattered around on the floor and people were sprawled out everywhere. Most of them were tangled together in couples or small groups and I caught glimpses of bare breasts, hard dicks and bared pussies.

"That woman told me this was where the real action was," Stacy whispered to me. As we got closer to the dark alcoves at back, I could see people engaged in a variety of sexual acts. A man near us was having his cock sucked by another man while a woman kissed him and rubbed his chest. Two women in cocktail dresses had their dresses pulled up around their hips while they ground their naked pussies against each other.

Stacy and I moved into an unoccupied alcove and sank to the cushions. I moved to kiss her but she pressed her hand into my chest, slowly forcing me onto my back.

"Don't move," she whispered.

She leaned down over me and I saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse so I could see most of her full, perfectly shaped tits. I stared unabashedly until her hair came down and obstructed the view. Then her lips touched my nipple through my shirt and I jerked as a near electric shock coursed from my nipple straight down to my dick.

Stacy ran one hand down my chest and over my stomach, stopping at my belt buckle. Then she followed the same path with her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt the warmth and moistness of her mouth through my shirt. Then I felt the pressure of my pants release as she unbuttoned them again. This time, she didn't grab my expectant cock, but just held my pants and boxers away so that it could pop out in the open. I glanced up, momentarily embarrassed to have my dick out in plain sight, but no one was near enough to see us clearly in the dim light.

I looked back down at her and saw her looking up at me as she moved her mouth down toward my waiting dick. By now I literally thought I was harder than I had ever been. My cock was throbbing with every frenzied beat of my heart and it seemed to stretch toward her mouth on its own. She gave me a smile and then stared deep into my eyes as she lowered her head and ran her tongue up the underside of my dick.

"Uhhhh...." I moaned involuntarily as a tremendous rush of pleasure swept through my body and made my head spin dizzily. Then her lips covered the tip of my dick and I felt the incredibly smooth texture of her mouth as she surrounded my dick with warmth and moisture. My head spun out of control then and my sight dimmed as I got lost in the ecstasy she was creating in me. The sense of being totally enveloped by her increased and I knew she was pushing her mouth the whole way down my shaft, burying her lips in my pubic hair. Her throat seemed to grip the head of my cock even better than her mouth had and I started moaning and writhing from side to side.

"Oh my God, oh baby, that feels fucking incredible, ohhh, yeah, baby, yeah...." I groaned.

I let my hands run through her soft, fine hair and came to myself enough to see the supremely erotic sight of her mouth filled with my dick. She looked up at me again with a smile in her eyes and then began to slide her mouth up and down my shaft. She moved faster and faster and the waves of pleasure got closer and closer together until they lapped over one another and ran together. I felt an irresistible pressure building in my balls and let out one final moan.

"Oh, baby, YES!" and then the pressure shot up along the length of my cock and my orgasm swept through me. At the last instant, she pulled her mouth away and I watched my hot come spurt out over her face. This just drove me even more crazy and I bucked my hips as she held the end of my dick to her face and let the come cover her lips and cheeks and run down along her chin.

As I collapsed back against the cushions, she sat up and come dripped off her face to land on the inside slopes of her breasts. I just stared at her thinking, what an incredibly sexy sight she is.

Quickly she reached into her purse and pulled out a few tissues I hadn't known she had and quickly wiped her face and boobs clean. Then she leaned over to kiss me and I could taste my come on her lips.

"You might want to put that thing away," she teased and helped me slide my dick back into my boxers. I managed to get my pants buttoned and my belt done even as she started to stand.

"Wait...." I implored her, "I want to make you feel good, too."

"Oh, you will," she promised, "but I need to you to fuck me good and hard and I'm not quite up to doing that in front of everyone. Let's continue this party in the limo."

We got up and walked back toward the entrance. I'm sure there was still a lot of sexual activity going on around us, but I felt retroactively embarrassed about getting a blowjob in full public view and I kept my face down. It had been one of the most kinky experiences, and one of the most exquisite orgasms, of my life, but it was definitely not something I was used to.

We hurried through the club and picked up our coats, Stacy staying out of the bright lights so no one would see the little bit of dried come on her face. I called the limo driver as we walked and he was waiting outside when we emerged. There were still people going in - we hadn't even made it to the costume judging - but right now all we wanted was to be alone with each other.

As we climbed in the limousine, I told the driver to take the long way home. He simply nodded, obviously accustomed to this request, and closed the door behind us.

Even before the car started to move, Stacy was in my arms. We kissed hard and then opened our mouths to try to devour each other. As the car pulled away from the curb, we let the acceleration push us back onto the seat so that I was lying on top of her. She moved her lips to my neck while I struggled with the buttons on her blouse. In a moment, I had it opened, and I ran my mouth down her neck and onto the top of her left breast. I tried to burrow in between her tits with my lips and was rewarded when one nipple popped free of her teddy. When I took it into my mouth, she let out a loud moan.

"Maybe I should turn on the stereo," I whispered and she nodded. I reached over and fumbled for the power switch, hoping I wouldn't accidentally roll down the window. Some random alt rock song came on and I turned my attention back to my lover.

She was already busy undoing my pants (for the third time this evening!) and I reached down to help her slide them over my ass. I didn't even take off my shoes or push my pants the whole way down. My dick was already rock hard again and she grabbed it and began to jerk it in her hand as I pushed her skirt aside until she was exposed the whole way up to her tiny G-string. Without hesitation, I grabbed both sides of the tiny underwear and pulled them down over her garters and pantyhose. She kicked them free and they fluttered to the floor as I reached down and unceremoniously shoved two fingers into her drenched pussy.