It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet.
There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess.
She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in his eyes. He didn't blame the man. What man wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty?
She moved gracefully, with smooth, well controlled movements, her hips moving to the beat. He could tell she felt at home on the stage, and subconsciously, Dimitri moved with her. Nodding his head slowly to the beat of the song , his eyes following her intently.
As if realizing she was being watched, she suddenly glanced in his direction, turning her head enough to cast her face in a bit of light spilling off the now dimly lit stage. Enough to highlight the creamy skin, the curve of her cheek, the fullness of her lips and the dark flash of her eyes.
Beautiful. Dimitri thought, and he silently thanked David for having their seats this close to the stage. He was now thoroughly enjoying himself.
Dimitri's hands clenched into fists at his sides. And although there was no way she was mirroring his reaction, he noticed her hands did the same.
She probably did it for a reason entirely different from his. He clenched out of pure lust. He hadn’t had sex in a while—not since breaking up with a woman he’d been dating briefly four months ago. And nobody had as much as given him a quickened pulse rate since then. Not the women at work. Not the women at the gym. Not the hot girl who’d moved in upstairs from him, the one who’d already locked herself out three times just so she’d have an excuse to ask for his help to open her door.
This stranger? She’d given him a hard-on from ten feet away. This attraction didn't make sense at first, but as he continued to watch her hips swing, the more asymmetric movements of her thighs, and intermediate levels of asymmetric movements of her arms, it made more and more sense. If his body could react as it did when she was several feet away from him, he wondered how he would react when he close to her....pressed against her.... Inside her. He felt his groin tighten at the thought.
Her eyes found his then, and she surprised him even further by not looking away. She didn't look as though she could. Her eyes were even larger now, huge and luminous and filled with something he could really decipher. He held her gaze, refusing to look away either.
--------------
Kelly watched the man. There was this look on his face, he had very intense eyes, and wide shoulders. From the stage, without even being close to him, she saw that he was very attractive. And he was watching her, looking her straight in the eye, hardly blinking and Kelly swallowed hard, careful not to lose her balance.
His intent expression, of innocence mixed with curious wonder,.....and something else, annoyed her, making her feel more exposed than she ever had while performing. That she could feel his face heat angered her. She was too old, and too cynical, to actually blush. Damn him.
She had two options now. She could either look away and concentrate on her performance, or continue to keep eye contact with his strange man and turn this into some kind of weird mating dance.
Kelly knew the right thing to do, but for some reason, she chose to do the later. She probably wouldn't see the man ever again, so why not have a little more fun, she thought. Who would it hurt?
She made her decision. Purposefully holding his gaze, determined to make him look away, she kept up with her performance, but it was more of a sexual dance now. And Dimitri alone knew exactly what she was doing, because she never looked away from him, and it was written all over her face, in her eyes. She let her fingers graze her bare thigh seductively, eyeing him suggestively. She let the wrap around her fall slowly to the group, teasing him more, teasing her audience.
Still he watched her. She watched him sit up and lean even closer. He looked distressed. He looked shocked.... But he didn't look away.
The song finally ended, and Kelly returned back stage, her cheeks were flushed, and she knew that her nipples had tightened and that there was a tiny pool between her legs. She couldn't believe she had basically flirted with a stranger in the auditorium... While she was on stage... And that somehow, she had enjoyed it.... A little too much.
Elizabeth rushed to meet her, and she couldn't stop talking about how much of a success the performance was and how she couldn't thank Kelly enough for helping her out. Kelly went with Elizabeth to have her costume taken off, and soon she and the other girls were talking and taking shots.
But the man's face remained imprinted on her mind.
-------------------
Having done something very crazy and totally unlike her, Kelly hurried out of the green room. She had changed into her regular clothes. A high waisted Jean trouser and a crop top. She had done her job, and had a little fun while at it, but now it was time to return to the real world. After saying goodbye to Lizzy, she headed for the exit, hoping never to see the man from the auditorium again.... That would be very embarrassing.
She almost made it. She was mere feet from the closest exit when she was stopped by a movable wall disguised as a shirt. Her heart leaped in her chest when she looked up, thudding in excitement, even as she mentally cursed the bad luck. The man from the audience had tracked her down.
“Hello,” the wall murmured. “I’m Dimitri Collins”
Kelly growled a little, annoyed at herself for feeling an immediate tingle at the warmth emanating off the solid man now blocking her path. And for leaning forward the tiniest bit and breathing a bit deeper to catch a better whiff of his warm, spicy scent. "Oh you....you shouldn't be back here. How did you get here?" she asked. “I know I'm not supposed to follow you... Or track you down like this,” he replied, “I just had to. Somehow I knew I wouldn't be happy with myself if I left without speaking to you.” Her costume was gone, Dimitri noticed, and he missed it. Not that he had a problem with what she was wearing now. The jean trousers she was wearing hugged her waist and hips perfectly, making her curves stand out, and when his eyes caught a glimpse of skin, peeking out from underneath her crop top, he felt his heart rate quicken. Her long hair wasn't let down any more, now it was pulled back from the face, twisted, and wrapped in a circular coil around itself on top of her head.
There was merriment in those eyes, and warmth and friendliness. Not jaded awareness, not arrogance. Just…niceness. And pure laid-back sex appeal.“Work?” he asked, sounding as though he’d never heard the word.Well, maybe he hadn’t. Kelly lifted her chin, ignoring those eyes, that half smile on his sensual mouth, and forced herself to act unaffected by this brown-eyed, kind-looking hottie.“Yes. Work,” she snapped. “I came here to help my friend. I’ve done it, and now I’m leaving.”He put a hand out, touching her elbow lightly, though not trying to restrain her. But all the same, the touch was binding, rooting her where she stood.“Look, I have the feeling we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.... somehow. I don't know how. But I’d really like for us to go sit down somewhere, and j
She stared right back at him. The roam of his stare over her body affected her just as thoroughly as a real touch from anyone else would have. She should insist and go home, but right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. And it was all because of the heat in this sexy man’s eyes and the almost audible quality of his next, slowly indrawn breath. That was lust she saw there. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Though her mind knew better, her body couldn’t help responding. Beneath the silky top, her skin puckered, tiny goose bumps rising on the deep V of her cleavage, her nipples tightening to jut against the lace of her bra. Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and the breaths she managed to inhale were shallow. Each was filled with the wa
She nodded. "Yeah. So why don't we just skip the whole drink thing and go straight to whatever has been building up between us since I was on that stage?" she asked. "We are both adults. We know what we want. So why beat around the bush?" Kelly had no idea where this bold, slutty part of her was coming from. Probably the alcohol. Or maybe it was the man.... Definitely something about him that made her go wild. But she'd gone too far to back away now. "No attachments. No commitments" she added, dragging a finger slowly across his chest. "Just two adults.... Taking what they want... An adventure if you will" Dimitri eyes followed her hands and a tiny groan escaped his lips when she moved against him again. The idea of heaving aside all responsibility for a little while, of grabbing on to a good thing and enjoying the hell out of it just because he could, was incredibly appealing. She felt so good cr
He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and fore finger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body. He smiled at her. "You are very wicked" Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, "I like wicked" "Good" he flattened his palm into the waist band of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down. "Dimitri, what if someone sees us?" she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn't stop. "It's dark and quieter than a tomb" came his reply. "I guess..." Kelly said. Her brain wasn't thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and..... "Oh my God" she moaned. She dug her chin harder into his shoulder, felt his s
Her chest heaving, she placed her head in his shoulder, being sure to press herself against every inch of him, and smirked when he growled. His eyes darkened and then her hands fumbled for his shirt.Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, and slowly, she pulled it off his body. His hands twitched at his sides when her gaze roved over his chest, tensed in the small light pouring into her car. Gently, her fingers moved across that skin, marveling at the dark sprinkling of hair trailing down to his trousers.Dimitri's hands twitched again, and he grabbed her waist suddenly, and tossed her lightly onto the chair. "All I want right now is to hear you scream my name as I take you.” he muttered darkly, his lips twitching in a smirk.He yanked her jeans off, and Kelly propped up on her elbows to watch as he moved back in the seat and removed his trousers. When all of him was revealed, she licked her
Dimitri's movements mirrored hers, and together, they set a fast pace, growing more frantic with each passing moment. The head of his cock pushed against her G-spot, sending her higher with every thrust. He groaned against her neck and lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling hard on one nipple followed quickly by the other. Her insides twisted until her body faltered, and suddenly, Dimitri pulled back and Kelly found herself on her back on the chair again, but this time with him covering her with his massive build.She felt his weight pressing her down onto the chair, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned her and parted her legs with his hand. The rough hairs on his thighs brushed against her skin and then she briefly felt the sensation of his smooth erection brushing against her before he lifted her hips and entered her with a purposeful thrust.She parted her lips in a gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed he
She read the same glaze of abandonment to passion in his eyes. Could hear his control hanging by a thread in the way his breath caught and his tense hand pressed into her tailbone. They undulated in this state of bliss together, each brought here by the other.The quivering shock waves of climax gathered with a final, irresistible twist, releasing in a flourish of pleasurable contractions that turned her vision to white light.She would have mourned her loss of control if she hadn’t felt his arms tighten around her, drawing her deep onto him as he pulsed heat within her. His ragged sounds of anguished joy came to her from a distance as the storm of convulsive ecstasy held them in its grip.Her hips faltered and she moaned his name. Dimitri gripped her hips and held her steady, driving into her hard as they cried out together, their bodies shaking in each other’s arms as pleasure surrounded them. H