Emily and Steve Part 8

"Dancing, but we have to be at work tomorrow," I said.

"Come on, Steve, live a little," she said, giving me a hot sexy look that I couldn't say no to.

So we got all dressed up in our clubbing best, and headed out to Foo Bar. I'm pretty good looking when I get dressed up, and Emily was gorgeous, so we were able to skip the line and get right in the club, always a nice advantage of being with a beautiful woman.

Foo Bar was packed. There was beautiful men and women all over the place, bumping and grinding to the music which seemed to exist solely to put into sound the rhythm of sex. The air in the club was thick with the scents of beautiful people on the prowl for flesh. The odors of cologne, perfume, wine, beer, liquor, hair gel, sweat and probably a few other bodily fluids all mixed in the air.

Emily and I went to the bar, and she bought a couple bottles of Bud for us at the two for one price. I leaned against the bar, but Emily grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me out onto the floor. Soon she was grinding against me. I could feel myself rise in my pants at the touch of her body against mine. I held her close and kissed her, staring into her eyes. All I could think about was how much I loved this woman, and now she was going to be my woman all the time.

We continued dancing and kissing, Emily's hips continuing to grind against my crotch. The song ended, and the next one started up, similar but faster, causing the already excited crowd to start dancing faster, building it would seem to some crescendo.

I ran my hand down Emily's waist, and found my hand running over another hand. It was large and rough. I pulled away from Emily to see another guy had taken up a position behind her, and was grinding away against Emily's ass.

"What the fuck?" I cried out. "Dude, get your fucking hands off my girlfriend!"

I started to move towards him, to push him away from my girlfriend, but Emily grabbed me. "Steve, what are you doing? It's fine, he was just dancing."