"Is this your first time here?" the man asked. His mask was lit up, and in the dark lighting, it made his eyes almost glow. I couldn't get their actual color, but they bore into me with a fierce intensity, setting my heart racing. He was tall and muscular, but his other features were hard to determine due to the darkness.
"Yes, it—" but before I could utter another word, he tilted his head, making eye contact with someone behind me.
"Excuse me."
He walked off, leaving me bereft as I turned to stare down at the pulsing bodies. It was oddly relaxing to watch them gyrating and swaying with one another as a neutral bystander. Two dancers were getting extra frisky on the floor, and as I watched them push the limits, I started to get turned on myself. Entranced by their display, I didn't realize I had started to rub my legs together, attempting to gain some friction.
"Do you like watching them, Bellezza?" a dark voice purred behind me.
It was gravelly and low, sending shivers through me. His body pressed against my back, trapping me against the bar in front of me. Surprisingly, I didn't feel scared, and excitement coursed through me. The mysterious man ran a finger down my arm, bringing all the goosebumps to the top of my skin. Sucking in a breath, I tried to find my words.
"Yes, I do," breathed out of me in a husky whisper.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes," I stuttered as he ran his fingers down my other arm. His breath was on my neck as he tickled my skin with what I assumed was his stubble and sent a million naughty thoughts racing through me. Where in the world did those come from?
"Do you want me to stop, Bellezza?"
"No."
"Good girl. I will give you what you want, but you have to do something for me. Understand?"
"How do you know what I want?" I managed to ask.
"Because it's written all over your body. You're so responsive, Bellezza, I could read you with my eyes closed."
His gravelly voice had my toes curling as he called me Bellezza and the promise of what he could do to me. I wanted what he was offering at that moment, more than I had wanted anything in the past five years.
"Ye-e-s," whimpered out of me as I leaned into his body. He wasn't playing fair as he continued to only lightly touch me, keeping my arousal contained.
"Such a reactive good girl, Bellezza. I will give you such pleasure while you watch the couple below, but you have to remain facing toward the front. Under no circumstances are you to turn around. No seeing my face, no exchanging names. In order for this fantasy to work, you have to commit to it. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I breathed. I didn't understand his commands, but I would do almost anything to feel more of his hands on me. I needed him to touch me.
"Open your eyes, Bellezza, and watch them."
How he knew my eyes had closed was beyond me, but I pried them open as his hands made full contact with my body. He pulled my hips back firmly and rubbed his hard erection against my ass. Slowly, in the most tantalizing way, he trailed his hands over my skin, enticing me to move with him in some fluid dance we were making.
The couple below was just as seductive as I continued to watch them, and I realized he was copying their moves. Mr. Seduction moved his hand around to my front and used the slit of my dress to slip under the hem. His hands skimmed the edge of my barely-there lace thong, and my knees almost gave out at the contact. Watching the couple below closely, I could make out the man's hand under his partner's skirt.
Taking a page out of their book, I rubbed my ass in the same motion as the woman below and reached back with my arm, wrapping it around his neck. I sank my hand into his thick locks as I moved to the music. Mystery man appeared to approve as he growled out a moan in my ear. His fingers started to run across the lace more firmly, and I knew he could feel my wetness already through the fabric.
"I knew you would be responsive. I can feel your desire already. Oh, the things I could do to you, Bellezza."
His voice almost sounded disappointed, like he wouldn't get to beyond this right here, and I didn't like it. I wanted this man to touch me all over and elicit cries of pleasure from me. I felt bold and reckless, and I tipped my head back slightly and licked up his jawbone as I ground my ass against his incredibly hard cock.
His fingers tensed on the insides of my thighs for a moment, but when I didn't push my head back any further, he relaxed and breached the lace of my panties. It had been so long since a man touched me there that I practically came from that one touch alone.
Mr. Seduction began to drag his fingers over my pussy lips as I rocked my hips against his cock. I spread my legs further apart, offering him more room to maneuver, and he took advantage of it by slipping a finger inside my tight walls.
"Oh, Bellezza, you're skirting the edge of danger right now. Are you watching them below? Do you want to be her?"
Shaking my head no, because from where I stood, I had the better deal. Her date was plunging his fingers in her as they danced, squeezing her breast with his other hand. It was very wanton and provocative, and despite being in the middle of the dance floor, it was unlikely anyone down there could see them all lost in their own bubble of seduction.
Up here, I reigned over it all, and I could push this as far as I was comfortable with while having the edge of danger to it. We could be seen, but in the darkness that surrounded us, it was unlikely. As he started to push his finger into me more, I tugged his hair harder as I rubbed against him. It was the most erotic moment of my life.
The mysterious stranger snaked his other hand up and pulled at the taut nipple he could feel through my dress. The fabric draped enough in the middle, offering him easy access to my breasts. He slid his fingers under the fabric and cupped my breasts in his hand, keeping tempo below as he finger fucked me.