Flashes of mocha skin shone as she twirled across the dance floor. An assemblage of flesh and blood collected in a primal meeting of the sexes. He could smell it, mingling with sweat. It was the potent scent of the beauty dressed in lace and sequins that had first attracted his attention. She was primed and ready. Bram licked his whisky-sour lips.
He’d been watching her for an hour. She was tiring. He could tell by the way her body kept pausing, breaking from the music to laugh or touch one of her girlfriends. Drops of sweat beaded her skin, shining in the multi-colored flashing lights pulsing over the dance floor. Her breasts practically spilled from the red-sequined bikini top she wore. A black lacy half-top did little to cover her but accentuated the red of the bikini nicely. It tied under her tits, black lace trailing down to the little ruby gem that pierced the skin over her belly button. Her manicured fingertips played over her flat belly, often roaming up to caress her beautiful breasts, before continuing to massage her shoulders and into her chocolate and caramel locks. Painted red lips moved with the words of the music playing over-head as crimson pumps slid across the slick dance floor.
The crowd shifted and he caught a glimpse of her in full. Black fishnets barely met the leather mini hugging her pert little ass. She bent over, her fingers curling around slim ankles as her hair flipped. He caught her honeyed eyes as she froze, noticing him for the first time. He let a half smile play at his lips as his burgundy eyes indolently traveled the length of her fishnets. He got a nice shot of her red lacy thong sprinkled with the sparkling sequins.
She stood, and Bram knew the little dance that followed was for him. Those painted red nails trailed up the fishnets carefully coming to play at her buttocks before fluttering to the black mini. She flipped her hair as she straightened, wiggling her ass in a manner that he found delightfully delicious. She watched him brazenly over her shoulder, fluttering her eyes. Her red pumps slid easily over the smooth patina of the floor; snapping her hips in a saucy manner that absolutely thrilled him as she turned.
Bram raised his glass to her before it hit his lips. She smiled, her hips swaying provocatively as she sauntered over. She twirled a caramel lock around her finger as she slid into the seat next to him. He smiled as her eyes traveled over his robust frame, cocking his brow as her eyes came up to meet his.
“Bartender.” Her voice was husky, demanding. “I need a tequila sunrise.” Bram’s attention was drawn to her delicate fingers as they pulled at the knot just beneath her breasts. His eyes followed the trail her hands made as she smoothed her mini skirt, crossing her legs just so to leave him with the tiniest view of skin between fishnets and leather. Bram knew her game and was ready to play along. He turned his head, signaling the bartender he’d take care of it.
The bartender chuckled as he slid her glass over to her. Bram smiled as the man behind the bar leaned in toward the woman. “This guy’s trouble. You should stay as far away from him as possible.”
She ignored him completely, addressing Bram, much to his delight. “You’re on a tab? I didn’t think they did that here.” She offered him a smile, pulling her plump lip between her teeth in a tantalizing manner.
“I’m a pretty good patron.” His own glass hit the bar, empty. The two men exchanged the briefest of glances before the bartender poured him another round.
The mocha beauty swirled her drink before sucking the straw. As her sultry lips closed around it, he imagined how those lips would feel around his throbbing cock.
“So, how long have you been watching me?”
“Only a few minutes.” It was a lie. He knew his aloof answer would interest her more than fawning over her.
“Ah.” She didn’t sound like she believed him. “My name’s Candy.” She thrust her hand toward him.
“Bram.” He allowed his fingers to caress her palm as their hands met for the first time. Her skin was silky and smooth, everything he’d imagined it would be. She smelled of coconut and lime, which only helped to pull him in further. She smelled good enough to eat.
“So, Bram, are you waiting for your girl to show up, or on the prowl?” Her honey eyes traveled up and down him as his had done to her earlier. Bram licked his lips, wishing she were removing his clothes with her hands instead of just her eyes. He knew women were attracted to his looks. He was tall and muscular, had black hair, and deep blue eyes. His chiseled jaw line and perfectly smooth skin were praised often. He also knew by the way women’s eyes lingered on his lips, that they were one of his best features.
“I guess you could say I’m… on the hunt.” His lips curled at the corners and he cocked a brow at her.
Her pearly-white teeth flashed as she slammed the tequila sunrise. She combed her hair back out of her face, as she did, her top tightened pressing her mocha-tanned breasts together, drawing his gaze. He allowed his smile to deepen as he pressed his glass to his lips again.
“What are you drinking?” She eyed the deep burgundy liquid in the glass.
“A red whiskey, very few bars carry it. Fortunately.” His fingers went to his collar and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “Would you care to dance?” He asked, pulling his arms out of his blazer.
“I would love to.” Candy took Bram’s hand, leading him out to the dance floor. He had to prepare himself for the assault on his senses. It wasn’t easy, getting used to being around all these hot, sweaty bodies. He had to work up to being at the bar in general, let alone in the thick of everyone in the middle of the dance floor.