(contributed by Softhands)
Through the pulsating crowd of attractive young bodies on the dance floor, Doug caught a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye. Despite the flashing strobe lights, he could make out the wearer of the brilliant silver collar. She stood out against her group of friends. She was the only raven-haired beauty in a pack of bottle-blonds. Her loose curls spilled over her bare shoulders and grazed the top of her tiny red dress. That glorious dress than showed off even more glorious curves. Lush, thought Doug. This lady is luscious. He paused, caught in a trance by the sight of her freely running her hands up and down her curves, undulating in time with the music. She looked up, and caught him watching her. Their gazes locked, and her deep black eyes were full of fire. With a slow, sultry smile, she maintained eye contact with him and continued to dance.
Doug watched, mesmerized, as this beautiful woman rocked and swayed her near-perfect body in time with the beat. She seemed oblivious to everyone and everything around her. Everything but him. This enchanting woman slid one hand down her leg and back up again, briefly hiking up her skirt in the process. Doug caught only the briefest glimpse of pale creamy skin, but it was enough for him to know that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Doug could feel the faint stirrings of interest in his groin.
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