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He spotted her across the room. She was sitting at a table alone, her back to the wall, staring out at the dancefloor. Her red hair was curled in soft waves and draping over one shoulder. Her legs were crossed, legs bare, black stilettos on her small feet. Her skirt was so short it might as well have been a belt and her top…
Colin’s eyes bugged out of his head.
The emerald green silk top she wore was sinful.
It had thin straps and a dropped neckline that reached the middle of her tummy. Her large breasts were spilling out and Colin swore he could see most of her nipple on the right side. She was sipping at a martini and didn’t seem to mind the way she was giving anyone who looked her way a free show. Perhaps she didn’t know?
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t at least tell her she was exposed.
Colin cleared his throat, tossing back the last of his whiskey, and slammed his glass down on the bar before he began to make his way towards the woman. As he drew closer, she noticed him coming her way and she slowly smiled at him, her blue eyes piercing right into him. He stopped right in front of her and tried his best to keep his eyes on her gorgeous face, but they kept slipping down her plunging blouse, and he confirmed that her nipple was indeed exposed.
“Hi,” she greeted, tilting her head back to look up at him. “Damn, you’re a big boy, huh?”
Colin blushed immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you-”
“Ya sure about that?” she interrupted him, raising one eyebrow. “You were staring at me all the way across the room quite intently.”
Shit.
He coughed, nodding sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, well I noticed that… I mean- I wasn’t trying to stare, but… Your top?” He pointed to where her nipple was bared, perked and rosy and fuck he wanted to touch her. “You’re kind of exposed there.”
She grinned deviously and Colin felt all of the blood suddenly rush south to his groin at that smile alone.
“It’s okay. I have pretty tits, don’t you think?”
And before he could even open his mouth to reply, she pulled her blouse down more so both of her breasts were bare.
Colin’s eyes darted around them, wondering if anyone else was seeing what he was. “I-I… Yes, they’re… amazing.”
She suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand in hers. “Do you want to dance?”
“Gah… gah…”
She giggled, standing up so she was directly in front of him and fuck, one of her breasts brushed his arm. She tugged him to the dancefloor and pressed herself to him. Even with her heels on, her chest only reached his upper abdomen. His hands held her small waist and they began to grind and sway together to the beat of the thumping music.
“You really don’t care that anyone can see you?” he had to ask.
“Why should I?” she replied. “I’ve got great tits and they should be shown off.”
She then spun in his arms, pressing her bum against his groin, and lifted her arms up behind her, holding his neck as he bent his head down level to hers. Her breasts were displayed for the rest of the club, her nipples not completely out, but he could see the light pink of her areola whenever the lights flashed. Colin’s hands slid over her belly, his lips dipping down to press to her shoulder. She moaned and Colin felt her hand over his wristing, guiding him to her breast.
“I like it when people are looking at me,” she told him. “When my breasts are bare and they are staring with desire. It makes me so wet.”
Colin groaned, his teeth nipping at her shoulder, his lips trailing to her neck. “That’s so hot,” he whispered. “What else?”
Penelope whimpered and guided the fingers touching her breast to the edge of her neckline, encouraging him to tug it down so her full tit was out. “I like to be touched while others can see. I like that they are watching and know they should look away, but they can’t help it because they wish they could be touching me like you are.”
Colin didn’t have to look up to know people were watching them. They were in the middle of a dance floor at a crowded club, and her breasts were bouncing and free as he fondled her. It would be a hard sight to miss and a hard sight to look away from. He was surprised to realize he kind of liked it, too. He liked knowing that he was able to touch her, but everyone else could only watch. It made him feel powerful and possessive.
He pinched her nipple, smirking when she gasped. “Do you get yourself off in front of people?” he asked, licking her ear lobe as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Or can I do that for you?”
She let out a breathy laugh, turning her head so her lips brushed his as she spoke. “Do your worst.”
Confident, Colin grinned devilishly at her. “Oh no, sweetheart. I never give a woman anything but my best.”
And then he pressed his fingers right between her legs, causing her to gasp in surprise, followed by a drawn out moan. Her skirt was so short, it was easy to tuck his hand underneath it, his fingers finding the bare seam of her pussy immediately. He couldn’t believe how wet she was already; she was practically dripping. He rolled her clit a few times as his lips marked her neck and shoulders, his other hand still tugging on her nipple. The redhead whimpered, spreading her legs for him, and Colin slid two fingers into her, groaning at the tight, hot fit.
“I’m going to make you come hard and fast, okay?” he whispered into her ear, waiting for her small nod of acceptance before he continued. “And then I’m going to take you home with me and fuck you all night long.”
He pulled his two fingers out and then plunged them back in, deeper and curled this time. She cried out, earning even more stares from people around them and Colin found himself thrilled by it all. He was rock hard in his jeans and he couldn’t help but rut into her backside a little, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
Colin finger-fucked her with hard, deep thrusts. He’d brush her clit with his thumb every few thrusts, making the woman tremble in his arms, her nails digging into the hand over her breast that she had in her tight grasp.
“Come for me,” he growled in her ear and with two more thrusts of his fingers, she did.
She went silent, her breath catching in her chest, and then she lifted one of her hands to her mouth right before she wailed. It didn’t matter that she covered her shout of pleasure, they had drawn quite the audience with their little display. Colin fucked her through her orgasm, shooting a few men who were leering at them death glares, as if he was telepathically telling them she was his alone.
When she finally came back down, Colin slid his fingers out of her, but she grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand to her mouth so she could suck the remnants of her cum off his digits. Colin groaned, the sound primal, and spun her around so he could kiss her. Their mouths smashed together, her hands tugged at his hair, holding him to her as he got to taste her release on her tongue.
When they pulled back from the kiss, their lips were swollen and their chests were heaving with unsteady breaths. People were murmuring around them, but for the first time that night, neither of them paid any attention to their surroundings.
“I’m Colin,” he whispered, brushing his nose over hers.
“Penelope,” she smiled, her blue eyes glistening.
“Let me take you home, Penelope.”
“Okay.”