Page 6 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
It seems Finn hasn’t arrived yet. I guess traffic is a bitch no matter where you live, although it would have been nice if I didn’t have to occupy myself. Or maybe this is a cosmic intervention which is exactly what I need.
An array of bodies fill the dance floor, I manage to pave my way over to the couches where it’s less crowded. The adrenaline and excitement still course through my veins.
It could be my nerves for all I know.
Goosebumps awaken. It feels like I have attracted someone’s attention, I can’t pinpoint who, feeling their laser gaze hovering over the length of my frame. I like it for some reason. Being watched by an unknown source, hiding in the shadows. Maybe it’s the mystery man with the melting accent and sharp tongue.
My imagination is sending electric shots to my brain cells again.
A spark ignites within me. The will to let loose guides my spirit to take control and course of action.
Luka
Herhairisanautumn fest, suiting her colorful appearance. Flaming red and orange tones fade into light blond at the edges of her wavy locks. Two thick strands hang freely from her hairline, framing her delicate face.
Her petite frame is snug comfortably in a dark green dress that hangs above her knees while her short legs sway to the upbeat music.
Finding her rhythm, she arches her back and pushes her hips back and forth. The hand covered in flowered ink reaches her hair slowly, playing with her strands and exposing her neck. Eyes clenched shut, she cranes her neck to the ceiling, letting the energy bathe her in its magic.
I’m fixated on the spectacle that is her like a bee to honeydew. Mesmerized by the little vixen.
Her body begs to be touched. Her seductive smile insinuates her intentions for tonight. Her eyes search for reassurance. This woman oozes confidence and sexuality.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
I nod.
“That makes one of us.” Ronnie’s soft cheerful voice turns miserable by the end of that sentence.
“You can too,” I look over at him, “you deserve it, Ronnie.”
“I know.” He pours himself a drink and leans back, attempting to ease up but the stiffness his body projects suggests otherwise. He busies himself by diverting his attention to me. “Found someone you like?” He looks directly in my line of sight.
Does staring at someone for thirty minutes straight count as stalking?
“You seem pretty occupied by the redhead on the dance floor.” He adds.
Instinctively my tongue swipes across my teeth and my bottom lip. “She’s intriguing.” Free. Confident. Sexy. And that bright smile of hers hypnotizes me.
She seems excited. Alive.
Dangerous, behind those innocent eyes.
She pivots her head to the side.Waiting for someone?Though it doesn’t stop her from resuming her teasing dancing.
Her hands rest on her hips, seductively they travel upward to her stomach, the outer sides of her breasts, neck, and untying the knot circling a section of hair in the middle of her head.
Freeing herself from any restraints as she shakes her face from side to side. Red neon lights hit her skin from every angle, sharpening her beauty.
The laughter breaks out of my trembling chest. She calls to me in ways I can’t explain.
Is she speaking my kind of madness? Seeking a true bond and not an occasional setback.
She curves her body in delicious positions and I’m fighting the hardest boner of my life, I don’t care about my cock right now. Yes, I’m attracted to her but something about her is making me want to discover what can be beyond sexual interactions.
If she needs a good fuck, I’ll give her that, but I’m planning to stay afterward.
“Who is she?” Ronnie asks as he takes another swig at his drink.
