It was almost one a.m. The dance floor was crowded, swollen with an erotic jostling of squirming loins and legs and asses. Angie had been dancing almost nonstop for the last two or three hours. She loved dancing – it made her feel so alive, so sexy. It was dancing that let her express all the latent urges and frustrations that smoldered beneath the surface of her seemingly calm and self-confident appearance. She let herself go on the dance floor as she did nowhere else, sensuously writhing her hips and buttcheeks in their flesh-hugging trousers with the rhythmic abandon of a well-trained belly dancer. In fact she had taken belly-dancing lessons for a few months. But, like so many of her fleeting fancies, that one had soon fallen by the wayside.
At last the hot, urgent number that had been throbbing on for the last fifteen or twenty minutes, hypnotizing the dancers in their own private fervor of rock ecstasy, came to an end. Though Angie knew that her forehead was beaded with a light film of sweat, that her throat was parched, that her exhausted limbs longed for a moment's break, she remained standing, waiting for the next number to start, airily oblivious to the entreating looks of her tired partner.
Angie and her date, Dave Wagner, had exchanged scarcely more than a handful of words since they'd entered the nightclub. And that was just fine with Angie. She had had little enthusiasm for Dave's advances so far, but the handsome real-estate agent had been persistent so, equally bored with the prospect of an evening at home in front of the TV, Angie had agreed to come dancing. When she was dancing, it didn't really matter who she was with. She could enjoy herself just grooving on the hard, insistent presence of the music, her head empty of anything but the beat, her body leading an existence all its own, flying with the band, turning on to their wavelength – and moving.
From time to time she emerged from her private world to note admiring glances from the men dancing nearby. Their admiration gave her a feeling of power, of confidence. She didn't need them. She was operating on a plane far away from them. But still she enjoyed the titillation of their heated glances on her full swaying tits that moved freely under the thin covering of her Indian cheesecloth blouse, on her rounded ass grinding sensuously inside her clinging, modishly long jeans. She had left her shoes under their table, and even her bare feet on the cool dance floor felt incredibly sensuous as her toes gripped the tiles in methodical response to the beat.
The band had struck up another number, only this time it was a slow mournful ballad, the first of the evening. Angie was disappointed and turned to return to their table, deciding that this was as good a time as any to enjoy a drink and a rest. But before she reached the edge of the dance floor, Dave had grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards him, enclosing her in a tight embrace and a slow waltz rhythm. Resignedly she acquiesced, burying her blonde head in her partner's shoulder and gradually letting herself drift with this more subtle call of the music.
Dave Wagner had been waiting all evening for his chance to lay hands on the ripe, sexy-looking body that had been grinding so tantalizingly, so teasingly before his rapt gaze for the last several hours.
Jeez, she's a hot one, he'd said to himself, barely able to keep his hands by his sides as he surveyed the rounded lushness of her full boobs under her blouse. Obviously she was wearing no bra, but her tits still stood up firm and luscious, almost begging to be squeezed and caressed. When she'd turned her back to him and wiggled that tight swelling ass right at him, he felt a responsive jerk in the crotch of his pants. This woman turned him on, and no mistake, but she seemed cool, distant. He figured it would take a little of the old psychology to get into her pants tonight.
And the first step had been to get her into a close embrace, dancing slowly and gently with her held tight in his arms. He felt she could learn to trust him this way, realize that he wasn't going to attack her the first minute he got near her.
That would come later, once he'd got her nicely mellowed with booze and seduced into the plush confines of his lavish bachelor pad.
Angie began to sing silently to herself along with the music, her body swaying in comfortable harmony with the big man who held her so strong and close.
Maybe this isn't going to be such a crummy evening after all, she thought dreamily. Maybe big boy here has more sensitivity than I thought. I figured he'd be the type to clutch first and wonder how I felt about it later… He's sure got some bod, too. If he's got a cock to match, it must really be a huge hunk of meat.
She ran her hands lightly over Dave's well-muscled back and shoulders, relishing the firm, hard feel of him through his silk shirt. The music was pulling its old tricks. Making her ravenously horny and high as a boozed-up slut.
"Hey, Angie, baby, what's the matter? Didn't you hear me?"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. Lost in the music, I guess. What did you say?"
"I asked you how you'd like to sit down and have a nice quiet drink for a change. I don't know about you, but my tongue feels like a little patch of the Sahara."
"Yeah, I guess a drink sounds pretty good."
Angie's suspicions of Dave had given way to a dreamy compliance. She was getting into a good mood for the night ahead, and she was ready to come down from her solitary cloud. She edged in close beside Dave in the booth and downed her drink thirstily when it arrived. Delighted with the signs of success for the night's seduction, Dave quickly ordered refills.
"Looks like you were thirstier than you thought," Dave kidded her as his hand rode lightly up the inside of her thigh under the table. He noticed the dreamy unmistakable look in his date's eye and realized he could very likely do anything he wanted with her at this point. She was ready. Funny – he'd noticed a lot of chicks got like that when they were dancing.
The music must really get to them, he thought. All that squirming and gyrating around starts the old juices flowing in their pussies.
When their refills had arrived, he began to sip slowly at his bourbon, even as his free hand rose steadily towards the crotch of Angie's tight jeans. He felt her pussy wriggle slightly, encouraging his explorations, and Dave cursed the day women had ever started wearing pants. Sure made it hard for a guy to cop a free feel.
"This place is beginning to bore me."
Angie tossed her long blonde hair back from her eyes and turned to face her companion, her red lips glowing wet and full in the dim light, her eyes bright with passion.
"What say you and I get out of here and find someplace more comfortable to talk… and things?" She giggled kittenishly and snuggled her face into Wagner's neck for a moment before rising to leave.
Dave was a little slow to follow her, unaccustomed as he was to women who took the lead in seduction. The way he played the game, it was he who called the shots, he who decided when they should retire to his cozy little penthouse apartment. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed the reversal of roles. Took some of the fun out of it somehow.
"Well, are you coming or do I have to see myself home?" Angie was standing above him, hands on full hips, smile taunting. Gulping down the rest of his drink as well as what remained of hers, Dave rose a little unsteadily to his feet and followed the sultry blonde towards the exit.
Heads turned as Angie walked by, her asscheeks churning like they were at war with each other, her tits bouncing invitingly in front of her, her long legs moving in a slow and sensuous rhythm.
Dave felt his desire to fuck the shapely, obviously highly sexed woman returning as he realized there probably wasn't a man in the joint who wouldn't happily change places with him tonight. God, what a bod, he congratulated himself. You really know how to pick them, Wagner. And you're just the guy to show her what real cock is, too.
Surreptitiously he gave his prick a little pat through his pants as he passed through the doors into the cooler night air. Wagner was proud of his nine hard inches of dick and the way all the girls stared wide-eyed when they got a look at his tool.
Once she was out on the sidewalk, Angie turned to wait for him and saw him rub his hand lightly over his crotch. A coquettish gleam in her eye, she extended her own hand to trace the path Dave's had just taken. Reassured by the growing cock-bulge there, she rose on tiptoes to plant her lips firmly yet briefly on his.
"Mmm, feels good down there," she told him lewdly, her blue eyes penetrating his in the gleam of the streetlight.
Wagner nervously turned his head to left and right to make sure they were not being observed. The only person around was one of the club bouncers who'd come out for a quick break and a smoke, but he was looking in the other direction. Reassured, Dave took Angie by the arm and led her towards the parking lot and his car.
Angie had noted her date's nervousness after she copped a feel of his crotch, and she smiled up at him a little condescendingly as he took her arm. "What's the matter?" she taunted him. "Worried about your reputation?"
"There are just some things I think ought to be done in private, that's all," he told her tersely as he held the car door open for her.
"Jeez, that takes a lot of the fun out of life," Angie replied gaily before he'd closed her door. She was in a raw reckless mood, the product of a lot of dancing and a little liquor. Though she knew already she would never really like Dave Wagner, she admired his strong body and handsome features.
Angie was game for some wild fucking tonight. And the sooner they started the better.
Realizing she had probably wounded Dave's feelings a moment ago, she decided it would be a good idea to play the game his way for a little while, to get him back in the mood.
As they drove in silence along the beach highway, the radio filling the void of conversation with some after-midnight jazz, Angie slid over closer to the brooding man and laid a hand gently on his upper arm, snuggling her face against his shoulder.
"Mmmm, you're so nice and strong," she cooed in a deep lusty whisper, running her fingers appreciatively over his biceps and shoulder.
Though he had been rather perturbed by Angie's taunting remarks, Dave felt his anger abate in proportion to the soothing effect of her hand on his arm. True, she was a pretty wild woman, gutsier than the women he was used to, more shameless in a sense, but her touch at the moment was gentle and soothing.
Dave felt a hot ache in his balls that signaled his renewed desire to fuck her.
"Gee, the beach is so pretty tonight," Angie murmured, her soft breath grazing his ear as she spoke. "Why don't we go down and sift sand with our toes for a few minutes?"
Wagner agreed readily, pulling his Cadillac to an abrupt halt on the bluff overlooking the long moonlit strip of merging sand and surf. He was excited by the idea of a few minutes' necking on the beach. It would be a fitting prelude to champagne and seduction back at his apartment.
They left their shoes in the car and rolled up their pantlegs so they could walk through the shallows. The cool water felt soothing and refreshing after the long night's dancing.
Angie and Dave walked along hand in hand for a few moments, neither speaking, both momentarily overwhelmed by the easeful beauty of their environment.
Suddenly Angie released Dave's hand and turned to face him, both hands rising to the back of her head to raise her long, silky blonde locks and toss them sensuously back from her grasp. The action made her boobs rise invitingly towards her partner.
Almost involuntarily, Dave's hands rose to grasp one firm-fleshed jug in each hand and give them a hard excited squeeze. Just the feel of her tits, even through her blouse, made his cock jerk impatiently.
God, what fantastic knockers, he thought feverishly, just like new-picked, ripe, juicy melons. I can hardly wait to get her naked and moaning on that big waterbed of mine.
Angie had been watching the effects of her maneuver eagerly. The stimulating caresses of the slight sea breeze coupled with her own thoroughly aroused sensuality had given her an idea. She wanted to fuck right there on the beach, right in the surf. It was one of her erotic dreams, and she figured tonight was as good a time as any to realize it.
"Kiss me," she whispered huskily, her own mouth already reaching forward for Dave's.
Excited by her avid invitation, Dave enclosed the voluptuous blonde in his arms and planted his mouth down firmly on her full trembling lips. He was startled by the ardor with which her small searching tongue darted right up into his mouth, dueling tantalizingly with his own and searching out the farthest recesses of his throat.
She was thrusting her lush body invitingly against him, her belly grinding lewdly against his hardening prick, her boobs cushioning themselves generously against his chest. A low groan curdled hoarsely in her throat and then developed into a more vocal whimper as he reached down a hand to massage roughly at the round, churning globe of one ripe asscheek.
Jeez, I've never seen anything so hot, not even a cat in heat, Dave thought wonderingly to himself, as his mouth worked feverishly to keep up with hers. I'd better get her home quick before she makes me come in my pants.
It was only with difficulty that he managed to draw his mouth back from hers so he could speak.
"Jesus, honey, you're really something else," he said, his face contorting into a hungry leer as he stared into the lust-heavy eyes she directed so pleadingly towards his own. "What say you and I go back to my place where we can be more comfortable?"
Gently he began to lead her back towards the stairs that led to the top of the bluff and his car. His mind was already lost in erotic pictures of the fuck to come, and it took him a moment to realize that Angie was actually resisting his lead.
"Let's not go yet," she cooed, her lips again reaching for his, one hand grasping his hand and leading it to the warm swell of her cunt-mound. As her tongue stabbed hotly between his lips, one hand pulled down the zipper of her jeans while the other encouraged his fingers to enter the gap she'd opened for him.
Dave was ready to argue with the horny blonde, when his attention was arrested by the startling discovery that she wore no panties under her jeans.
Why, the little bitch, he thought excitedly, churning that ass in every direction all night and all the time she's naked under her pants. Looks like she's always cock-hungry. Well, she's come to the right man, if I can just get her off this fucking beach.
But Dave was now in less of a hurry as his finger explored the soft, sparse fur of her pussy-hair and wormed its way to the top of her gash and into moist contact with the already hardened nub of her clitoris. His fingertip prodded and circled the turgid bud frantically while his mouth melded hotly with hers. His finger was trying with difficulty to move down her puffy slit and reach her obviously seeping cunt-mouth, but her jeans were so tight that, even with the zipper open, it was difficult to make headway.
Angie realized at once what Dave's problem was and she wriggled her butt in broad lewd circles, helping the man work her pants far enough down so he could slip a finger up into her craving cunt-hole.
How she wanted to fuck! Frenziedly and intensely, right here at the edge of the tide. She wanted this spontaneous animal coupling like she hadn't wanted anything for a long time.
"AAAaagghhh!" she moaned suddenly as Dave's finger finally worked its way inside the tight mouth of her quivering cunt.
"Oh, yes! Yes, that's it," she crooned into his shoulder as she ground her twat down to meet the thrusting finger, her senses glittering with lust.
"Finger-fuck me, lover! Do it to me right here on the beach. I need it so bad, Davie."
Her hands roved caressingly over the big man's ass as she spread her legs a little wider and thrust her clitoris against the palm of his hand while her cunt-hole rhythmically swallowed and disgorged the maddening intrusion of his finger. She reached up to kiss him once again, her wet lips sucking hungrily on his tongue that jabbed out to meet her, in lewd simulation of the finger-fucking that was going on down below.
Angie felt uncontrollable waves of animal excitement wash over her horny body. Her need for his cock was building furiously, and she thought she might even be able to come once before she asked him to fuck her. She didn't think she could hold out that long, though.
Angie wanted something longer and harder and thicker than a finger up inside her juicing snatch. Her whole world had become that rousing sensation up inside her cunt and the skewering tongue ramming in and out between her lips.
Dave had almost forgotten his designs for the evening in the sheer eroticism of what was happening right now here on this lovely deserted beach. He was holding the wildest creature he had ever encountered, ramming his tongue down her throat and his finger up her pussy, and he was beginning to think she was going to go right out of her mind the way she was grinding and churning her cunt-mound up against his hand. He gripped her firmly around the shoulder to brace them both against her expected reaction to the second finger he shot up her hotly juicing cunt.
Angie's reaction to the second finger shoved up into her clasping twat was at least as intense as Dave had expected. She began humping over his hand more feverishly, rising on tiptoes just to shove her pussy down even harder onto the erect shaft of his cock-stiff finger.
"Oh, God, yes, yes!" she cried again and again, her head thrown back, her mouth abandoning Dave's lips as her whole being concentrated on the climax that was building deep in her belly.
"Do it, Dave! Shove your fingers up my cunt! God, my pussy feels so wonderful! Just another minute and I'm going to come…"
Angie's whole being froze as those wonderful fingers suddenly abandoned her cunt completely. Dave wrapped his arms around her and stood very still, his body rigid with alert intensity.
"My God! What did you stop for?" Angie wailed. "You bastard! I was just going to – Mmmmpphh…"
Her words were stifled by Dave's hand shoving her head roughly forward against his chest. She was held firmly and could not get free, much as she struggled against his restraining grasp. Frustrated in her struggles, she held still to catch her breath, and it was only then she heard voices fading down the beach.
"Christ, let's get out of here," Dave breathed through clenched teeth. "Those people must think we're some kind of Goddamned animals."
So roughly that she was not able to resist this time, Dave dragged Angie across the beach and up the stairs, his feverish energy not abating until they were safely inside the car and heading on up the highway.
Angie was unable to speak for some time. Her whole body was trembling with the violence of her frustrated orgasm coupled with her reaffirmed disgust for her nervous companion. At last she felt she'd calmed down enough to speak.
"Well, I've seen some chicken-shit maneuvers in my time, but that had to take the cake," she growled through tight lips, her gaze directed unswervingly at the road ahead.
"What was I supposed to do… give them a Goddamn encore? They must really have got an eyeful as it was."
"So damn what? They don't know us. We don't know them. They were probably looking for a deserted spot to do the same thing. Everybody fucks, you know. There's nothing weird or freaky about it. Men have been sticking their fingers up women's cunts since Day One. I'm sure our strollers didn't learn anything new tonight."
Dave turned towards Angie and stared hard at her set profile for a moment, his thoughts a mixture of confusion and disgust.
"You haven't got any idea of shame, have you, Angie?" he asked in a voice that was hard and flat. "You'd probably fuck a rhinoceros in Safeway at high noon without blinking an eyelash, wouldn't you?"
He paused a moment, and when no response was forthcoming, he goaded her: "Well, wouldn't you?"
She turned towards him at last. "A rhinoceros would undoubtedly be more interesting company than you are. You're so cooped up in your narrow little life you haven't got the imagination to try to do something a little different now and then. It obviously scares the piss out of you. You are a chicken-shit little coward, that's all, Mr. Wagner." She smiled sadistically in his direction. "And if you've got the address of that rhinoceros, I'd appreciate it if you'd pass it on."
Neither spoke for a good ten minutes. As he drove, Dave's contempt for the highly sexed young blonde began to flower into a kind of perverse passion. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing to do with her after tonight, he was turned on by the idea of taking her home and fucking her ears off, then throwing her out when he was finished with her.
He figured that was just the sort of thing Angie deserved – and would probably really go for. He'd heard broads as raunchy as this one just loved to be pushed around. Well, he could handle it. She'd taken enough shots at his ego this evening to make him want to get some of his own back… with maybe a little extra for good measure.
Angie felt hurt and frustrated inside. Why didn't she ever come across anyone who enjoyed good imaginative sex the way she did? They were either Don Juans or sadists. There was no happy medium.
Jeez, I don't want to see another man for a month, she thought desperately. But the nagging itch in her cunt told her differently.
At last Angie began to realize that they were passing through her neighborhood. Did this bastard still think she was going home with him after all that? Not Goddamn likely!
"Take me home, Dave," she commanded. "You missed my turnoff back there."
Dave's erotic thoughts had mellowed his earlier anger. "What the hell, Angie. Can't we be friends? It was a misunderstanding, and I know you feel bad 'cause you didn't get to come, but I guarantee I'll make it up to you ten times over." He leered invitingly in her direction.
"Forget it," Angie replied in a voice that was firm and hard. "I like men, not boys, so we've obviously got nothing in common. I want to go home."
His anger reignited, Dave brought the big Cadillac to a screeching halt. "I've got a good mind to fuck your ass off right here! Might teach you something about manners, bitch!"
"Manners are only important to people who haven't got the guts to act the way they feel. And as to teaching me a lesson about anything, you ought to know the sheriff's department patrols this route regularly. Aren't you afraid they'd catch you at it and see your cock?"
Dave had had enough. "Get out of this car before I rearrange your face, slut."
Angie suddenly felt nervous. She didn't relish walking the streets alone at three in the morning. "Aren't you going to be gentleman enough to drive me?"
"Get out," he repeated, and this time Angie was convinced she'd better not try the big man's patience any further. She opened the door and got out of the car.
As soon as the door was shut, the Cadillac sped off, showering the young blonde in a cloud of dust. Bending forward to brush herself off, Angie noticed her fly was still open. Quickly she zipped it up, and then looked dubiously around her.
The road was deserted.
It was a good twelve blocks to her apartment, and she decided that, rather than chance it, she'd stop by her friend Sally's house and ask to sleep on her couch for the night. The house was less than two blocks away, and Sally was her best friend. She wouldn't mind.
Fatigue now replacing her horniness, Angie began trudging resignedly towards the house, watching the ground for bits of broken glass or sharp rocks. Her shoes were still in Dave Wagner's car.