Dirty Dancing Pt1

Dirty Dancing Pt1
by Jonathan Eddington



The club was pounding to beat of the music and the hundreds of hot, sweaty, and in many cases horny bodies.

She'd already had quite a few guys try and dance with her. Hardly surprising with how she looked and how she was moving. The tightly front tied blouse showing her ample cleavage and lack of a bra, the pleated short skirt that occasionally rose giving glimpses of stocking tops, and a pair of killer heels with knee high white socks. Those, combined with her wavy blonde hair tied up in pigtails, ruby red lip stick, and equally red nails, all made her look like a schoolgirl gone bad. Her short height and youthful looks made her look early twenties rather than nearer forty, so many guys perfect fantasy - naughty schoolgirl with lots of experience!

She was on the lookout for a guy, but not the ones who were coming to her. At the side of the dance floor she had seen a slightly geeky, yet attractive lad watching her dance and obviously enjoying the view. He nervously looked away whenever she tried to make eye contact though.

Knowing she would have to make the first move she danced near to where he was stood, casting glances in his direction to check he was watching.

Directly in front of where he stood, she "accidentally" dropped her purse, and slowly bent forward to get it. Keeping her legs straight and her bum towards him, she knew he would be looking at her lacy stocking tops, her perfectly rounded bottom peeking out from under her skirt, and as she reach the floor, her wet pussy showing between her legs.

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