1. Privates on Parade


    Date: 5/27/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: Simon66, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    which, especially when she briefly crushed one of her breasts against me. My pants felt soaking. 'Oh my God, how am I going to disguise this on the walk back?' was all I could think. As was to be expected, the music stopped and couples began to step off the dance floor. Almost immediately another classic smooch started up and some couples drifted back as others got up and walked over to the dance floor. Pam held me loosely, but firmly to prevent me from leaving and took the brief interlude to speak. My knob ached it was that stiff and I tried unsuccessfully to stand back a bit as Pam still holding me held me back. "That's a lovely aftershave you're wearing. What is it?" she said smiling up at me I smiled back somewhat embarrassed at my still precarious predicament and told her. "If you don't mind me saying, your perfume is intoxicating. What is it?" Pam smiled and told me the name of a perfume by L’Ancome. "Really nice. It suits you." 'Oh cripes, what a naff comment!' I thought. Pam smiled. The music started. She held me closer as we set off around the dance floor. I felt less intimidated by the situation this time around and allowed my hand to slip quietly up and over her hip. When my re-invigorated and engorged loins touched Pam I allowed it to stay this time before allowing the motion of the dance to take me away. Several times I felt Pam's hip push against it and wondered what I should do, but subtly she led throughout and didn't allow herself or me to linger too long ...
    in such a position. Once again, the music stopped, but this time there was no more. The evening was over as far as the band was concerned and with military precision, they said their ‘thank you’s’ and started to pack up. We were the far side of the dance floor from Pam's table. She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. Holding it there for a second or too. "Thank you young man, that was delightful." I stood embarrassed. 'Thank you, I er …." "Come on," said Pam, ignoring my embarrassment, "let's get off home." She led me off the floor again positioned tactfully behind her to disguise the raging hard on that she knew was forcing itself upwards towards the waistband of my trousers. As we made our way slowly across the dance floor my hardness and embarrassment subsided and by the time we got back to the table it had dissipated nearly completely. "Didn't think you were coming back!" slurred Pam's husband Dave as we got to the table. "Well, Simon's not a very accomplished dancer, so I had to show him the moves," replied Pam. Dave guffawed again. Pam walked around to pick up her coat. Seeing her struggle slightly, I walked across and held it open for her to put on with a little more poise. "Thank you. What a gentleman," she said. I pinched a deep smile, once again embarrassed. "Thank you. And thank you for chatting and dancing." "Nonsense, my pleasure," she said. 'How are you getting home?" "I was going to walk up with a couple of the guys, but they seem to have headed off, so I'll ...
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