by Kelli Walker
“Uh… Ryan? What are you doing?”
“I’m looking into your future.”
“Oh, really?” She laughed at the absurdity, but I kept up the game.
“Mhmm. It’s a skill I acquired during my journey through… uh… What’s someplace you’d expect to come across a mysterious magical guy that teaches you how to have premonitions or whatever?”
“The loony bin?”
I let my face fall as if I was disappointed. “I was thinking more along the lines of… Tibet or… Haiti or Iran… I don’t know, maybe I was cursed by a witch doctor when I disturbed a sacred tomb or something.”
Harley rolled her eyes. “Anyway…”
“Right. Anyway, I don’t see your future including many more days spent behind a desk, Harley. I have a feeling that you’ll make a switch sooner, rather than later, once all the pieces fall into place. Otherwise, I’d be willing to bet that the money museum will slowly drive you crazy until one day, you just snap and end up robbing the place.”
She laughed hard, having to put her drink down on the bar for fear of spilling it. I smiled, too, loving to hear her happy. “I can see the headlines now: The Barefoot Bandit Strikes Again, or, Beware The Barefoot Bandit!”
She howled and gasped for air. I chuckled along, catching Hollis’s eye as he stared at me with an eyebrow raised. I brought my drink to my lips and turned my attention back to Harley.
“I’d like to see your shop sometime if that’d be okay.”
She smiled sweetly. “You are welcome to stop by anytime. I’ll be sure to recruit you into helping with the pruning or something.”
Harley laughed, but I didn’t join. “I’d like that. If it means I get to spend time with you… well… sign me up.”
The bartender brought our drinks, and I passed Harley hers. The glass was painfully chilled and, as she reached for it, our fingers touched around the frost. Harley’s hand was warm against mine, and the sensation of being caught between fire and ice sent chills up my arm and down my spine.
The feeling must’ve elicited some kind of look because she began to blush and, for a few moments, neglected to meet my gaze. When at last, our eyes again met, I saw a hint of something within her stunning blue irises. It was a hunger, but not for any variety of food. No, the look she gave me was just as animalistic, but I could feel in my tightening abs and longing loins that she was craving sustenance of an even more carnal nature.
“Do you want to dance?”
Harley nodded slowly; her eyes never left mine. She swallowed what remained of her drink, left the empty glass on the counter, and took my hand, leading me into the swarm of moving bodies.
She pulled me deeper and deeper into the crowd. I obediently followed, hypnotized by the swing in her hips with every step she took. When we were surrounded by couples and friends already moving in their own patterns and rhythms, Harley stopped but didn’t turn around. She kept tugging at my arm, bringing me close behind her until the curve of her ass bowed against my thighs, adding a firm, tempting pressure to my already hardening dick.
The thumping bass pulsed from the speakers, sending vibrations rippling through our bodies. Harley swung her hips to one side, moving with the drops and drums of the music. Her ass, bulging against her tight skirt, smoothed across my pants, rubbing against me.
Her hand remained on mine. She squeezed my fingers as the room’s rhythm swept more motions from her body. My heart began to pound as I watched Harley’s back bend forward, accentuating her terrific curves. She pulled her hair to one side of her neck and looked back over her shoulder. I felt myself throb as she bit her lip and dropped her eyes, watching herself turn her hips beneath my torso. I pulled my hand from hers as she braced herself, propping her arms against her thighs. My palms found her hips, loving the way the ridge between her cheeks would smooth over and catch the length of my shaft beneath my pants. I reached up to the small of her back, sliding my hands up her body as I instinctively tightened my core and pushed myself against her.
She arched her neck, feeling my hands move over her body as I moved even closer in behind her. Harley bent her knees and dropped lower before slowly, sensuously riding the music back up again, stroking the cheeks of her ass down the shaft growing down my pant leg. She leaned back, curving her spine and resting the back of her head against my chest.
Standing tall, I looked down and continued to watch with allure. Her breasts were bulging at her neckline, glowing with glimmers of colors and sparkles from the strobes and lasers of light around the otherwise darkened club. My hands trailed down her sides as Harley continued to sway and churn. Their touch found her skin, a sliver of warmth with pores beginning to open, exposed in the space between her clothes. I let my fingertips explore there, trailing the lightest sensation from the edge of her back to the sides of her belly.
Harley slowed, ignoring the pace of the music whirling by. She rocked her pelvis to one side, paused, then tilted to the other, sharing in the electricity emanating from my skin on hers. I let my fingertips trail away teasingly, leaving with the brush of a feather. Her body rolled harder against mine, trying to push me deeper into her. My hands trailed from her hips down to the sides of her skirt, feeling the outer curves of her ass and legs.
Harley’s hand slid up her body, rolling over the mound of her tits and pausing to glide across the bare skin of their crests, her cleavage gleaming with the earliest signs of perspiration. Her fingers moved up toward her head, where my chest firmly braced her. I felt her touch press over my shirt, up my shoulder, and across the height of my back. A shiver of sensation sent a tremor down my spine, sparking urges from my coccyx through my butt and into my groin as Harley’s touch reached up behind us and grasped my neck. She used her hold as leverage, securing our dancing figures into a single moving body. Ever so lightly, her fingertips slid higher, snaking sweetly to the base of my skull. Gently, her nails scratched at the roots of my hair as she massaged my scalp.
A river of lust flooded from my pounding heart, riding as a passenger through my arteries and into my limbs, bringing even more hot-blooded intentions down my body. My right hand departed from Harley’s thigh and ascended to her waistline, following the skin peeking beneath her skirt’s fabric barrier until the heavy pads of my fingers reached their destination. My touch spread softly there at the base of her thin belly, swirling under the base of her top until my hand ruled freely from beneath Harley’s navel to where the skirt blocked my path.
Concerning her eyes and hips, they respectively closed and slowed as Harley’s grasp on my neck squeezed and tightened. Her lips fell open as her breaths began to hasten beneath the flutter of her heightened breasts.
I felt the movements between her hips forget entirely any mind for the music as my hand largely retreated from the surface of her skin, leaving only a single thick finger to trail down from Harley’s belly button to where her skirt’s waistline stood guard. I traced back out to her hip as my left hand took the other side of her waist. I moved to cover the uppermost portion of her skirt, and, together, my palms felt back toward her middle, smoothing my fingers firmly over her clothed pelvis. The whole way, my thumbs traced the fabric’s edge along her waist, teasing a tip of pressure under the hem and thereby catching a first hinting feel of her panties hiding beneath.
With my arms wrapped around and my big hands knocking sensations at her door, Harley’s neck rolled back against my chest. Her face turned upward to find mine, and I could feel her breaths becoming heavier as she opened her eyes, again biting her lip.
I kept my left hand right where it was, knowing it would drive her mad to have it so temptingly near her pussy, but I traced the other up her body, over her top, to the base of her ribcage just beneath her breasts. I spread my fingers wide and added pressure to her body, feeling over the fabric covering her abdomen. Using the space between my thumb and index as a saddle, I rubbed outlines under her bra, bracing the base of her breasts.
Her back arched, and I felt Harley vi
brate as she moaned. Reflexively, her ass rolled against my legs, trying to find and fill the urge for my thick cock. I used my hands to grasp, press, and pull… controlling Harley’s body as I hardened my stance, helping flex her beautiful body over mine.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the music slowed and stopped as the set of songs came to an end. In the pause’s silence, Harley’s breath was heavy in my ear, audible for the first time. Our bodies came to rest as our minds once again became aware of more than just the diminishing distance between us. Without the motion of the music surging through us, Harley pulled away slightly as she righted her stance. I caught sight of Hollis in the crowd, and our eyes met.
His eyebrows were raised, seeing Harley and I’s condition. I felt an embarrassed smile cross between my cheeks, and I shrugged. He gestured at his lips with an invisible glass, tilting his head in the form of a question and pointing first at Harley, then at me. I nodded, grateful to my brother for being a good wingman.
As the next string of songs started and Hollis returned with fresh drinks balancing at his fingertips, Harley turned, and we all smiled, drank, and laughed. Soon, my brother disappeared, clapping me on the shoulder and smirking as he left.
Still holding our cocktails, Harley and I stayed facing one another, but the melodic music once again took hold of us as our eyes connected in the darkness. It wasn’t long before our drinks were downed, and I quickly deposited them on a nearby table. When I returned, Harley was adjusting her top, looking sideways toward the DJ staged atop the gyrating crowd of couples and friends. Her hair was covering one side of her face, but her eyes shone brightly nonetheless, glowing from the quick flashes of party lights.
I couldn’t help but admire her body as I approached. As she fixed the strap at her shoulder, her shirt drooped and pulled, pronouncing the fullness of her enchanting chest with a playful jiggle across her beautiful, bouncing breasts.
I was close before she realized my return. Her head swiveled to find my chest nearly at her nose. Harley looked up slowly, bringing her big blue eyes to meet mine. I reached down to her and brought my fingers to her face, sliding them beneath her hair and pushing the strands back behind her ear with my hand.
She smiled and looked down, feeling self-conscious. My touch traced down her cheek to her chin, and I leaned down, raising her face to meet mine as my lips touched hers. When my mouth finally left hers, she gasped amid a rush to catch her breath.
I opened my eyes and watched her standing there with hers still closed. My fingers moved back to her cheek, and her head tilted to meet the touch. Her own hand rose up and felt over mine as she reached up and palmed my chest with the other.
She opened her eyes, and we both smiled sheepishly. The music transitioned into the next track’s tremble of tones and pulses, a faster beat than before, and Harley reacted with the change.
She brought her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, sliding her legs and twirling her whole lower body beneath her torso. My hands found her sides, and she began rolling her hips with exaggeration, shaking her head in time with the music as she eased my hands lower down her body.
As my fingers wrapped down her back, and I felt Harley’s thighs rubbing against mine, I took hold of her hips, letting her carry them with her motion. She nodded and smiled, continuing to dance in front of me as I watched with mouth-watering and eyes fixated.
“Hey-o! Here, take these.”
Andy passed by, practically throwing me a quartet of full shot glasses before running off out of sight.
“Uh… Okay?!” I held them like an idiot for a moment too long. Harley smiled and accepted two of them, immediately throwing back her head and tossing down the full contents of the first glass with her mouth wide and welcoming. She swallowed the intoxicating fluid with a single spirited gulp. She gasped and grinned, wiping whatever residue remained from her lips.
I stood there, stunned. Harley held the second glass coyly at her chin, pretending to pout as, dumbfounded, I left her hanging.
“You going to make me drink alone?”
“Uh… N-No. Sorry, I… uh… You caught me off guard. That was really sexy.”
She smirked knowingly and raised her second shot between us. I met it with both of mine, seeing but unable to hear the glass clink together. I watched her swallow hers until she shook her head and wiggled her tongue against the fiery sensation. I smiled and tossed back both of my shots at once, eliciting a different kind of dumbfounded look from Harley as she squinted and held her mouth open in amazement.
Her expression of being impressed grew even more animated as I gulped with a smack of my lips and smiled down at her without once wincing. She gave a caddie’s clap with her empty glasses between her hands. I held my hand out to take them as I playfully closed my eyes and bowed my head, gesturing skyward with my own emptied shooters as if accepting a whole audience’s standing ovation.
My eyes opened with alarm as someone stole the little glass cups from my hand. “Wha…?”
“Thank you; I’ll take those, Harley. I’m heading that way anyhow.”
“Oh… Thanks, Andy!”
Harley smiled naturally, but I watched my brother walk away with a more quizzical expression. Something was up, but I was already feeling numbed by just the sheer amount of vapor I’d inhaled from the mouthful of alcohol.
Harley’s hand on my cheek brought my attention back to her, which is all it took for all other thoughts to instantly fade away.
“Is there something else you’d rather be watching?”
Her shoulders were pushed back, and Harley was pulling her hair from her shoulders with both arms arched behind her, revealing her chest: balmy and bursting at the edges of her low-cut shirt. She swayed slowly with seduction, switching her weight from one leg to the other and showing me the full extent of angles I was insanely implied to be uninterested in.
As I moved toward her, magnetized, she turned a tight little circle of display and smirked slyly. Harley brought one of her hands to meet her chin, locking the end of a finger between her pearly teeth. My heartstrings hummed as she continued strumming, playfully torturing me with her tantalization.
I took her other hand in mine with a gentle roughness as the tips of her tits brushed my torso. Harley gasped, dropping the finger from her lips as I rushed my other arm around her waist and pulled her to my chest with ease.
Her big eyes looked up at me, scared and surrendering as our hearts pounded in rhythm with the vibrating room’s boosted bass.
With her hand in mine, I spun her around in a flash, forcing another breathless gasp from her lips as I caught her hard, like a doll against a brick wall, slamming her back into the barrel of my chest and freezing her there with the warmth of both my arms locking her in place. I dropped my neck down and brought my face next to hers, nosing through her hair and whispering in her ear.
“I think you’ve had enough fun teasing me. I don’t just want to look… I want to feel you.”
My hands circled across the front of her body, sweeping her curves with tender pressure. As one palm’s fingers lingered, pressing into the creases where her legs met her torso, I could feel Harley’s hips twist and churn as she did everything but stand on the tips of her toes to get them descending the last few inches to find her warm, waiting cunt.
With my other hand, I felt up her abdomen, skipping over her breasts, but thrusting the breadth of my arm between them as I wrapped my fingers up her chest, squeezing the sides of her neck and taking a firm grasp around her throat.
Her neck relaxed, begging me to take control. Harley’s arms snuck down, beneath mine, and reached back to where our bodies remained glued. A hum of vibration beneath my palm voiced her silent moan as Harley’s hands reached from her ass to my thighs, feeling to my sides, down my hips, and to the back of my pants. She squeezed the meat of my cheeks - much smaller than hers, but still acknowledgeable.
Harley’s fingers then dropped down to my legs, sliding at the outer edge of my hamstrings before her
arms could stretch no further. She felt to my thighs, returning to tease the curving encounter where her ass sat, solidified over my groin. Without realizing it, we began to move and sway in a single rhythm, synchronizing our bodies in union with each other while wordlessly agreeing to use the melodic music’s ambient atmosphere and pulsing percussions as our guiding metronome.
Playfully, Harley shook her hips loose from the rhythm, freeing herself to swing and swirl over me, clapping her cheeks faster and wilder against my lap. The lights dropped us into an even deeper shadow, and, in the darkness, we found ourselves emancipated from the concern of most social constraints.
Harley was the first to take advantage, sliding a hand from my thigh, up to my belt, and over, between her ass and my legs, until her fingers felt my buckle. Her grasp slid down over my pants and pressed past the fabric, feeling an outline down my shaft. My breaths fell heavy in her hair, and, as I stopped moving, she squeezed down, hardening me into bone as she reached and caressed the head of my dick.
With a rush of power and impatience surging from my restricted penis through my other limbs, I gave Harley’s neck one final squeeze and dropped my grasp to her stomach. I found the warmth of her skin and slid my heavy hands higher under her shirt. Reaching up, I wrapped over one of her breasts beneath her bra, kneading and squeezing her against me as she reacted, curling her body with desire and momentarily forgetting her hand on my holstered johnson.
After rolling her waist failed to find what she wanted, Harley redoubled her efforts between my legs, trying to strangle my dick despite the pants annoyingly in her way.
I felt the blood surge and fill me, throbbing against her touch. I snuck my hand beneath the cup of her bra and finally held her bare breast in my hand. I rubbed and squeezed, marveling at its supple smoothness before grazing over her tit, hardened and pointing with the same horny stiffening with which my stick of growing girth suffered, trapped in my trousers like a third leg.
It wasn’t enough. She didn’t writhe the way I wanted her to. Not to be content, I gave up all pretension and allowed my other hand to follow the music’s deepening drums and dripping melody. I reached down, sliding unceremoniously over Harley’s pubis before pressing between her thighs and testing how far her skirt’s fabric could bend.
