What He Left Behind [edition 1]

What He Left Behind - Four

Chapter Four

He's Forgotten For Tonight

          "Don't you dare try that!"  I heard someone loudly say from behind me.  Ignoring them, I slammed down the worm and looked around.  "Katrina? Oh my god, you drank the worm . . . "  Then, I heard someone giggle.  Standing, I walked around the crowded night club and giggled when I bumped into someone's cold, hard chest. 

          "Sorry," I giggled and I felt a set of hands trail down my body, grinding against me, making me move with the beat of the music.  I happily obliged and grinded my whole body against him.  He dipped his head down and breathed on my neck. 

          "You're gorgeous, you know that?"  I just giggled and kissed his neck, nipping and sucking.  He made a small moaning noise, turning me on. 

          "Am I?"  I whispered seductively in his ear.  He just moaned in response as I pressed my body against his, backing us into a wall.

          "To who do I owe the pleasure?"  He whispered back to me. 

          "Names Kat!" I said over the music and he smiled down at me.  His teeth were clean, white and straight.  Good teeth were always a hook for me.  If the guy doesn't smell good or have good personal hygiene, then I didn't want anything to do with them. 

          Tonight, I was lucky.  He stood almost three fourths of a foot taller than me - making him about nine inches higher.  He had a sturdy build, his shoulders were broad and his arms were like tree trunks as they pinned me against a wall. 

          As I looked into his crystal blue eyes, they swam with desire.  I liked the way he looked at me, and suddenly felt a connection with him.  Sighing, I felt his hand trail up my inner thigh and I drooped my head into the crook of his neck. 

          A small moan released from my lips as he gently guided his fingers across my lace panties.  He seemed to like it and bit my earlobe before trailing his kisses down my neck.  He pulled his hand away and placed it on my hip, steadying me as I sway around, trying to grind against his body again. 

          One of my favorite songs came on and I started to grind harder on the mystery man. 

          He hummed with the song and ground his body into mine.  I could feel him all over me as I moved around him.  We stayed in step with one another, but all the while, he made sure he was touching me.  It was almost like he needed to be touching me. 

          As the beat began to pick up speed, so did our dancing.  We moved to the middle of the room, men grinding on me from front and back.  My mystery dancer paid all attention to me, and I repaid it by doing the same. 

          I began pushing myself away from the other men and onto the mystery man.  He smiled, probably grateful for the attention he was receiving from me.  Our dancing only got even more provocative as the other men backed away from me.  I could see the mystery man shooting death glares at the other men when they touched me, only to feel his hands replace where theirs had been.  

          I forgot about everything around us as I stared into his crystal blue pools.  They pulled me under and they felt like a drug to me.  I couldn't focus on anything but the two of us as he moved his hand to the small of my back, pulling my body closer to his. 

          He started to push his manhood harder onto me.  I could feel the warmth between my legs and how hard he was becoming.  It felt good to be like this . . .  To be wanted, yearned for, after so long.  It felt good to let loose . . .