Australian Penthouse

Whenever the winter cold sets in, I look forward to hitting the dance floor. I’m a tiny girl–five-feet, 50kg–so the chilly weather takes its toll on me, especially because I love noth­ing more than wearing wrap dresses, skimpy miniskirts and tall heels. I have to balance my fashion sense with my desire for warmth, and I often wind up bundled up in a bulky coat when inside I’m aching to be dressed in as girlie manner as possible.

But on the dance floor of my favour­ite club, no matter whether it’s rain or hail outside, I can really let loose. A few months ago, I bundled up in my winter coat and hopped in a cab to the club, looking forward to a set by my favourite DJ. I didn’t know anyone there and didn’t need to, preferring to blend into the anony­mous sea of writhing bodies. As the music switched to Madonna, I checked my coat and made my way into the throng of bod­ies illuminated by the glittering disco balls above us. My dress was white and short, my peek-a-boo toe shoes were white, too, and both looked fabulous under the lights. I’d kept my make-up minimal since I knew it would just sweat off, but I’d blow-dried my long brown hair so it hung down my back. For the first few minutes on the floor, I kept my eyes tightly closed, shaking my en­tire body to whatever tunes the DJ cooked up as I felt people moving all around me.

I finally opened my eyes when I felt someone dancing not just near me or next to me, but up against me. I was pleased to find not some guy trying to surreptitiously rub his dick against my arse, but a beautiful girl. She was a few centimetres taller than me, with olive-toned skin, jet-black hair and bright brown eyes accentuated with gold shadow. She was wearing a gold dress that shone under the lights, and it hugged every curve of her fabulous body. She turned around and shook her arse, which was plump and curvy, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. I man­aged to keep dancing, but I let out a little moan that went unnoticed in the loud room when she rubbed her behind directly against me. In hardly any time, we were dirty dancing, our bodies sensuously sliding together. We didn’t need to say a word as our hips, arms, breasts and legs con­nected in an erotic tangle. We were so into each other that it wasn’t until a few songs in that I realised a crowd had formed to check us out.

We went wild when the DJ gave us a special shout-out and played Beyonce’s Crazy in Love, dedicat­ing that classic booty-shaking song to “the two girls causing a storm on the dance floor”. We weren’t in love, but we were certainly in lust. We tore things up, bumping and grinding and revelling in the attention, while applause, hoots and hollers sur­rounded us. When we briefly kissed as our bodies collided, I actually felt weak, and she caught me before I could fall, her eyes promising that once we were alone, there’d be more where that came from. The song seemed to go on forever, and while I had fun, I was impatient to go some­where more private.

When we finally slithered away from our adoring fans, we were grinning and fanned each other with flyers we’d grabbed from the bar.

“I’m Tanya,” she said, sliding her smooth hand into mine. Once again, the electricity crackled between us, and I couldn’t wait to be alone with her. She beat me to the punch, how­ever, when she put her hand on my hip and suggestively said, “Let’s get out of here.” I grabbed my coat and purse, and we walked out into the chilly night air.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Follow me,” she replied, and I did, watching as she took long strides even in her sexy platform heels. I couldn’t see her fabulous arse be­neath her coat, but I could imagine it, and my fingers literally twitched.

Just when I was starting to shiver, wondering how far we’d be walking, she entered a building and marched up a set of stairs. As it turned out, she lived conveniently a few blocks away. She led me into a small but taste­fully decorated apartment, and she reached behind for my hand as we entered her bedroom. Her bed was covered in black silk sheets, and the walls were painted a deep red. “You are the hottest girl I’ve seen in a long time,” she said. “When I saw you shaking your arse, I had to join you,” she continued, easily shrugging out of her overcoat before leaning over and unbuttoning mine.

I was still aching to touch her arse, but I couldn’t move as she dropped to her knees, placing her head beneath my short dress and licking my pussy through my underwear. Her tongue trav­elled from the bottom of my slit all the way up, wetting my thin undies, twirling circles and making me shudder. When she began suck­ing and nipping at my clit, I had to lift my dress off over my head so I could watch her pretty head as it moved between my legs. “Tanya, that feels so good,” I said, causing her to peel off my damp underwear and push me down onto her bed. When I bent to take off my shoes, she stopped me.

“Leave them on. They’re hot,” she said, then pushed me down and lifted my hands above my head. “Keep them there, or I’ll have to se­cure them for you,” she said, her voice now thrillingly steely, sending tremors throughout my body. “Now spread your legs and hold them in the air,” she said, her commanding tone making me immediately obey.

My instinct was to touch my hungry pussy, but I didn’t want to disobey her, so I laced my fingers together above my head and felt myself get wetter.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” she asked, even though she had to know that I was more than ready. I didn’t know ex­actly what she planned to do to me, but I followed her next order to shut my eyes. I didn’t even open them when I felt something slipping into my pussy a few minutes later, but I quickly realised that she was fucking me with a dildo. She hadn’t strapped it on, but she was holding the toy and grinding it deep inside me while my legs remained in the air. I grunted as she simultaneously worked my clit while the fat toy split and stretched my pussy. I’d thought she was hot on the dance floor and knew she’d come on to me, but I hadn’t been expecting her to be so proficient with her sex toys.

I was already primed from grind­ing against her while we danced and from her glorious tongue action, so I didn’t need much time with the dildo piercing my centre to explode against the toy. I opened my eyes, figuring now would be okay, and she smiled at me. I could barely speak, but I stuck out my tongue and raised my head, silently begging her to plant her pussy on my mouth. She tossed the dildo next to us on the bed and scrambled over me. Her centre was already wet, and I kept my arms locked above my head as she fed me her succulent sex.

I rammed my tongue deep inside her, and she moaned, pressing against my mouth as I thrust upward into her. “Veronica, you’re gonna make me come very soon,” she said, her words making their way to my ears even as her legs boxed my head. She lifted herself slightly up and away from my mouth so she could touch her sleek pussy lips, while I watched her bring her­self to climax. Just as she started to shudder, she again planted her sex on my mouth, and her sweet cream coated my lips and chin.

We relaxed in each other’s arms, but after a brief rest, she got up and turned on her radio. This time, naked save for our shoes, we had a private dance party that got much wilder than anything we could’ve attempted in public.

Meeting Tanya certainly helped warm up my winter, and I look for­ward to heating things up with her as we hop into spring.

- Name and address withheld

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