Pas de Tois
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
8,671
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Pas de Tois
DISCLAIMER: Characters and their naughty actions are my creations, and not based on any real persons, living or dead.
The music was throbbing, just like his cock. He watched as Jennifer teased the people on the dance floor. She could move in such a way as to make you imagine she was making love to you without looking vulgar. The other dancers near her, male and female, were drawn to her open sensuality and he felt a certain smugness knowing he regularly feasted on what they were only seeing on the menu.
Craig took a sip of his drink. He was driving, so he couldn’t indulge too much. Besides, he knew what dancing did to Jennifer and would need his wits and reflexes later in the evening.
Neither of them was on call for the weekend, so they took full advantage of their freedom from pagers and the worries of being physicians. Jennifer was a totally different person outside of the medical center. Without her prim and proper suits and lab coat, she was virtually unrecognizable.
Her silky, golden-blonde hair fell just to her shoulders, and her iridescent turquoise eyes flashed as she abandoned herself to the rhythm of the music in the trendy club. Her perfect body---the result of a lot of exercise and self-discipline combined with an extraordinarily fortuitous gene pool---was sheathed in a clingy green, sleeveless dress with a surprisingly modest neckline accented with a plunging back that showed off her smooth, tight skin, completely free of tan lines. The short skirt fell just far enough below her hips that when she moved normally, it only threatened to ride up and answer the question of how the silky material showed no panty lines.
She caught his eye and her smile was full of promise. Oh yes, she was in quite the mood tonight.
She saw Craig sitting on one of the plush couches among the partitions around the dance floor that allowed privacy with a view of the dance floor. He danced with her occasionally, but preferred to watch her. They’d spent a while on the couch teasing each other before she’d ventured onto the dance floor, unable to resist the call of the beat. She still carried the memory of his tongue wrapped around hers as she moved her body in time to the trance rhythms. She loved to dance, and it always stimulated her sensitive libido. She would likely rape him before they could get to the car. Not that he would object.
She gave him a smile that spoke volumes and he saluted her with his drink. God, but he was so gorgeous. His black hair, cut short and fashionably mussed, combined with dark blue eyes surrounded by long, lush black lashes gave his otherwise boyish good looks a smoldering intensity. His body was athletic and supple without being bulky and she loved the way it felt when pressed against and into hers. She was going to have to get him someplace private soon; not that they minded if anyone saw them. Still, there were laws in some places …
A familiar voice called to him and Craig looked up to see Jon, one of the residents from the med center. The younger man was the new chief resident of the psychiatric program and, although the three of them had totally different specialties, their paths occasionally crossed and they’d become friends.
Craig moved over so Jon could sit next to him. The other man took a swallow from his glass and set it on the table.
“How’re you enjoying the weekend off?” he asked. He was quite striking, with dark, chestnut brown hair worn a little long---just below the ears, and it was full and wavy. His eyes matched his hair and his strong jaw, softened by boyish dimples much like Craig’s, when he smiled, gave him a classically handsome appearance. He was tall, like Craig as well, about six feet or so, but his build was a bit more slender and lithe. He also had a perpetual air of good humor the other man found comfortable to be around.
Letting his eyes drift back to the dance floor, Craig smiled. “So far, it’s going pretty good.”
Jon followed his gaze and nodded appreciatively. “I see what you mean.” The two sat quietly, enjoying the way Jennifer moved, teasing those around her, always just out of reach of anyone who tried to ‘accidentally’ brush up against her.
She glanced over and saw Jon had joined Craig and she smiled. She found the new psych chief resident quite the sexy little thing. He could look so sweet and innocent at times, then he’d fix you with those eyes and you just knew there was nothing innocent about him.
Craig saw Jennifer’s gaze fall on Jon and knew what she was thinking. He studied the young man sitting next to him. Was he interested? In Jennifer? Of course. He knew the signs of arousal in a man. He could see Jon’s eyes following her movements; the way he shifted in his seat; the way he licked his lips unconsciously, then swallowed. He looked back to the woman on the dance floor and she met his eyes. He raised a brow and she answered by closing her eyes and sinking slowly in time with the music, her hips undulating as she dipped down, then rose slowly, bringing her raised arms down so her fingers smoothed over her throat, brushing over her visibly hardened nipples on the way down her body where she slipped one hand down to her inner thigh and the other around to lightly tap the curve of her bottom.
He leaned over, so Jon could hear him above the pulsating beat of the music. “She’s quite hot, don’t you think?”
The other man nodded, never taking his eyes off of the woman on the dance floor.
Craig laughed softly. He could fairly smell the desire in the man. He caught Jennifer’s eye and she slipped from the crowd and he could almost hear a collective sigh of disappointment. She came over to where the two men sat and Craig pulled her onto his lap as she picked up his drink and drained it.
“Hi Jon,” she said as she shifted a bit. She could feel Craig’s hardness and wished he’d left his fly open for easier access. Of course, fashion plate that he was, he would never ruin the line of his pants unless absolutely necessary, so she settled for tensing her cheeks just enough to cause some interesting stimulation through his clothes.
“Jennifer,” he said with a smile. He was one handsome boy---man. His look could change so quickly.
Craig’s hand drifted to her thigh, stroking the smooth flesh and she shifted a bit, parting her legs just enough for his fingers to be able to brush her smooth mound. She saw Jon’s glance drop to where her lover was lightly tickling her, then look away. She laughed softly.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jon?”
His dark brown eyes met hers in surprise and for a moment, he looked like a schoolboy who had been caught passing notes in class: stunned and guilty. His gaze shifted to Craig, who chuckled.
“Don’t look at me, man. She’s the one who asked. I know what I’d say if I were you.”
Jon’s look was appraising as he took in the gorgeous woman sitting in front of him, offering herself to him. She knew what he’d say.
“Actually, yes. I would.”
She smiled and leaned over, brushing his lips with hers, her tongue darting out to quickly lick his lower lip before she sat back against Craig.
“Then come on. Let’s get out of here.”
The music was throbbing, just like his cock. He watched as Jennifer teased the people on the dance floor. She could move in such a way as to make you imagine she was making love to you without looking vulgar. The other dancers near her, male and female, were drawn to her open sensuality and he felt a certain smugness knowing he regularly feasted on what they were only seeing on the menu.
Craig took a sip of his drink. He was driving, so he couldn’t indulge too much. Besides, he knew what dancing did to Jennifer and would need his wits and reflexes later in the evening.
Neither of them was on call for the weekend, so they took full advantage of their freedom from pagers and the worries of being physicians. Jennifer was a totally different person outside of the medical center. Without her prim and proper suits and lab coat, she was virtually unrecognizable.
Her silky, golden-blonde hair fell just to her shoulders, and her iridescent turquoise eyes flashed as she abandoned herself to the rhythm of the music in the trendy club. Her perfect body---the result of a lot of exercise and self-discipline combined with an extraordinarily fortuitous gene pool---was sheathed in a clingy green, sleeveless dress with a surprisingly modest neckline accented with a plunging back that showed off her smooth, tight skin, completely free of tan lines. The short skirt fell just far enough below her hips that when she moved normally, it only threatened to ride up and answer the question of how the silky material showed no panty lines.
She caught his eye and her smile was full of promise. Oh yes, she was in quite the mood tonight.
She saw Craig sitting on one of the plush couches among the partitions around the dance floor that allowed privacy with a view of the dance floor. He danced with her occasionally, but preferred to watch her. They’d spent a while on the couch teasing each other before she’d ventured onto the dance floor, unable to resist the call of the beat. She still carried the memory of his tongue wrapped around hers as she moved her body in time to the trance rhythms. She loved to dance, and it always stimulated her sensitive libido. She would likely rape him before they could get to the car. Not that he would object.
She gave him a smile that spoke volumes and he saluted her with his drink. God, but he was so gorgeous. His black hair, cut short and fashionably mussed, combined with dark blue eyes surrounded by long, lush black lashes gave his otherwise boyish good looks a smoldering intensity. His body was athletic and supple without being bulky and she loved the way it felt when pressed against and into hers. She was going to have to get him someplace private soon; not that they minded if anyone saw them. Still, there were laws in some places …
A familiar voice called to him and Craig looked up to see Jon, one of the residents from the med center. The younger man was the new chief resident of the psychiatric program and, although the three of them had totally different specialties, their paths occasionally crossed and they’d become friends.
Craig moved over so Jon could sit next to him. The other man took a swallow from his glass and set it on the table.
“How’re you enjoying the weekend off?” he asked. He was quite striking, with dark, chestnut brown hair worn a little long---just below the ears, and it was full and wavy. His eyes matched his hair and his strong jaw, softened by boyish dimples much like Craig’s, when he smiled, gave him a classically handsome appearance. He was tall, like Craig as well, about six feet or so, but his build was a bit more slender and lithe. He also had a perpetual air of good humor the other man found comfortable to be around.
Letting his eyes drift back to the dance floor, Craig smiled. “So far, it’s going pretty good.”
Jon followed his gaze and nodded appreciatively. “I see what you mean.” The two sat quietly, enjoying the way Jennifer moved, teasing those around her, always just out of reach of anyone who tried to ‘accidentally’ brush up against her.
She glanced over and saw Jon had joined Craig and she smiled. She found the new psych chief resident quite the sexy little thing. He could look so sweet and innocent at times, then he’d fix you with those eyes and you just knew there was nothing innocent about him.
Craig saw Jennifer’s gaze fall on Jon and knew what she was thinking. He studied the young man sitting next to him. Was he interested? In Jennifer? Of course. He knew the signs of arousal in a man. He could see Jon’s eyes following her movements; the way he shifted in his seat; the way he licked his lips unconsciously, then swallowed. He looked back to the woman on the dance floor and she met his eyes. He raised a brow and she answered by closing her eyes and sinking slowly in time with the music, her hips undulating as she dipped down, then rose slowly, bringing her raised arms down so her fingers smoothed over her throat, brushing over her visibly hardened nipples on the way down her body where she slipped one hand down to her inner thigh and the other around to lightly tap the curve of her bottom.
He leaned over, so Jon could hear him above the pulsating beat of the music. “She’s quite hot, don’t you think?”
The other man nodded, never taking his eyes off of the woman on the dance floor.
Craig laughed softly. He could fairly smell the desire in the man. He caught Jennifer’s eye and she slipped from the crowd and he could almost hear a collective sigh of disappointment. She came over to where the two men sat and Craig pulled her onto his lap as she picked up his drink and drained it.
“Hi Jon,” she said as she shifted a bit. She could feel Craig’s hardness and wished he’d left his fly open for easier access. Of course, fashion plate that he was, he would never ruin the line of his pants unless absolutely necessary, so she settled for tensing her cheeks just enough to cause some interesting stimulation through his clothes.
“Jennifer,” he said with a smile. He was one handsome boy---man. His look could change so quickly.
Craig’s hand drifted to her thigh, stroking the smooth flesh and she shifted a bit, parting her legs just enough for his fingers to be able to brush her smooth mound. She saw Jon’s glance drop to where her lover was lightly tickling her, then look away. She laughed softly.
“Do you want to fuck me, Jon?”
His dark brown eyes met hers in surprise and for a moment, he looked like a schoolboy who had been caught passing notes in class: stunned and guilty. His gaze shifted to Craig, who chuckled.
“Don’t look at me, man. She’s the one who asked. I know what I’d say if I were you.”
Jon’s look was appraising as he took in the gorgeous woman sitting in front of him, offering herself to him. She knew what he’d say.
“Actually, yes. I would.”
She smiled and leaned over, brushing his lips with hers, her tongue darting out to quickly lick his lower lip before she sat back against Craig.
“Then come on. Let’s get out of here.”