>Ryan lifts Rachel up from the dip, giving her a half-turn once again, putting
the pair back to front. He rests his hands on her thighs. "Having fun?"
>Rachel smiles, shimmying back against you. "Lots. I love dancing."
>Ryan smirks, rubbing your thighs. "I'll have to remember that. And you'll have
to show me the rest of your wardrobe sometime, too..."
>Rachel says, "I've been buying things little by little. Bought this before I
knew there wasn't anyplace to wear it to. I'm glad there is, now."
>Ryan says, half-jokingly, "You need a reason to wear something like that?
Pshaw." He's stopped dancing, but doesn't seem to mind.
>Rachel exclaims, "Come on, dance!"
>Rachel spins away from you, into the crowd, resuming her earlier routine of
graceful, sexy moves.
>Ryan blinks, and snaps his fingers. Oh well, time for that later. He doesn't
dance as gracefully as Rachel of course, but then again, he's a bulkier fellow.
>Rachel dances back to Ryan, rubbing up against him as she gyrates by...
>Ryan casually, in his movements, traces his fingers along her shoulders as she
passes. Two can play this game.
>Rachel's fingertips trail across Ryan's butt as she moves by. ^_^
>Ryan glides away from you, at least for the time being, to flirt with a few of
the other ladies on the floor. To be fair, few of them can compete with you,
either, but then again, we're the main characters here.
>Rachel gets a look from a hot-looking Hispanic guy that has 'challenge' written
all over it. She dances over to him and they proceed to dance as close to each
other as they can without touching. It's almost like a vertical Limbo, sort of.
Her eyes lock with his, as they dance ever closer...
>Okay. NOW you've caught Ryan's attention. However, we've both said we aren't
exactly an 'item', so THAT piece of ammunition is gone. Curses. This lovely (and
busty) young lady here seems willing to lend a hand, though. Dueling flirting,
anyone?
>Rachel grins at her partner. Finally, they can get no closer without touching.
The guy's hands come around to cup both sides of Rachel's bottom and pull her
tightly against him. They're almost the same height, and Rachel kisses the guy
quickly as his friends cheer and whistle, and make comments in Spanish.
>Ryan makes a furtive glance at Rachel, barely hearing her, but definately seeing
her. A little twitch crosses his eyebrow, as he turns to more... lascivicious
dancing with his partner-of-the-moment.
>If you were paying attention... and from the looks of things, you might not have
been, you would notice Ryan giving his current parter a distinct kiss, and a
definate fondle, a gentle rub of the breasts. She doesn't seem to mind, but she
also looks a tad tipsy. That out of the way, he gives her a slight back, and
makes his way back towards Rachel...
>Rachel turns around in her partner's arms, leaning back against him. His
fingers trace upwards from the sides of her hips to just below the swells of her
breasts...
>Ryan comes up from the front, this time, snaking his way through the thick
crowd. Partner? Rachel has a partner? Doesn't seem to matter to Ryan, as he leans
forward to plant a kiss near her navel, and look up at her, and her friend. Look
out, testosterone alert.
>Rachel's dance partner sees Ryan coming, and grins at him. "She your lady, man?
You gotcha one hot chica, here."
>Rachel smiles, and turns her head to plant a kiss on the guy's cheek. "Muy
gracias," she says.
>Ryan gives Rachel another kiss, this one a little higher-placed. "Quite, isn't
she? Didn't even know she spoke Spanish..."
>Rachel laughs. "Only a little bit, thanks to an old boyfriend."
>Ryan smirks. "Knew a little bit, once, after an expedition to Peru..." Why isn't
that guy GONE yet?
>Rachel straightens, and puts her arms around Ryan. Behind her, her 'friend'
pats her on the bottom, and goes to seek other game. ^_^
>Ryan smiles. Territory defended, testosterone can be turned down a tad. Luckily
this wasn't serious, or the poor fellow'd be on the floor looking for his teeth.
That, and Ryan's a bit preoccupied; I wonder if you were paying attention to the
fact his head was about breast-level when you wrapped your arms around him?
>Rachel nodnods. Quite aware. ^_^
>Rachel ICly knows the value of a good diversion. ^_-
>Juuuussst checking. As I've said before, no better pillow.
>Ryan raises his head slightly. He can see again! Luckily, seeing as how this is
a dance club, little stuff like this doesn't cause a scene. Even as he slowly
wraps his arms around your back, reaching both to hold your derriere (hmm, was a
good idea there), and to stroke your back. Doesn't bother to move his face,
though.
>Rachel twists side to side a little from the waist, to the beat of the music.
And rubs her bottom against your strong hands, also to the beat.
>Ryan disengages his face from your bosom (tsk), working his way around behind
you, even as you sway and gyrate. His hands never leave your frame, as they
simply glide across your catsuit as Ryan moves. A short moment later, as Ryan
steps behind you, his left hand slides up to cup your right breast, even as his
right hand slips down between your legs. He barely even needs to move; your own
gyrations provide suitable stimulation.
>Rachel looks back at you, her eyes showing her naughty delight at your boldness
on the dance floor.
>Ryan doesn't worry himself with little things like morals. Well, that's not
quite true, he doesn't concern himself with his or his partners morals, to be
more specific. He does little to hamper your movements, aside from keeping his
hands in those sensitive places, every so often squeezing or stroking with the
beat. Of course, your clothing gets in the way of the fun parts, but Ryan doesn't
seem to mind.
>Rachel asks, "Want to go... mmmmm... someplace else...?"
>Ryan licks your ear, of all places, as he whispers into it, "Why? Not done...
dancing yet." He presses a little harder with his right hand... be quite obvious
what he's up to, if anyone is watching. And of course, his left hand doesn't
leave its current soft plaything.
>Rachel grinds on your hand, your actions now having drawn a small audience.
And she seems to be enjoying the attention.
>Ryan doesn't do anything else, aside from his little touching. He doesn't seem
to mind the attention either, although most of it's probably focused on you.
Probably. Ryan moves his right hand up and down your smooth, covered crotch, well
aware that this probably isn't doing more than teasing you. He cradles your
breast, shifting his grip every so often to check to see if your nipples are hard
enough to peek through the fabric.
>Rachel's nipples are quite definitely hard enough to make themselves seen, now,
and the heat of her sex is there against your fingers. Shirow could draw her
perfectly about now. ^_-
>Ooooh... Shirow girl... Well, don't stop dancing, eh, and Ryan won't stop his
playing.
>Rachel backs slowly into you, wanting more contact...
>Ryan is giving you as much as he can, at least through your clothing. His right
hand doesn't stop - indeed, he gets his fingers into the act, simultaneously
caressing the insides of your thighs, and pressing against your sex - and his
left hand gently squeezes and rubs your breast. Probably a crowd drawing show
~now~.
** Then, seeing as how it's 4-something AM, we both nod off **
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