Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,6
in tights! Oh, my god, and smiled from ear to ear! We sat for a few moments in silence taking in what we said to each other. Jordan stretched his legs and motioned for me to stand. He pulled me close to him, and we walked back to the dance floor hand in hand.
For the rest of the night, we danced what I would call a mating dance. Our bodies gyrated and moved to the beat of the music. My strap slid off my shoulder exposing a lot of cleavage and a portion of my breast. The look on his face was full of anticipation and excitement as if he was about to see the show of his life. But thank god for firm tits, my top didn’t move any further. By the look on his face I knew that I had his attention and maybe even excited him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off my size 38Ds. I turned around in a grinding move and bent down in front of him. Jordan placed his hands on my hips and started to rub his manhood across my ass to the beat of the music. We were caught up in the moment and entwined in a cannibalistic, hot sweaty animalistic trance.
We stared into each other’s eyes, and he pulled me close to his hot glistening body. I don’t know whose heart was beating the hardest, his or mine. But I was scared to death! There was so much that radiated between us; I couldn’t deprive or deny its presence. Then all of a sudden, the room was still. Jordan had bent down to kiss me with his soft tender lips, and I held my breath. Only once in my life did a kiss hit me deep in my heart like a bolt of lighting, making my knees buckle and my head spin. I was having hot flashes, and my emotions took on a life of their own. With a single kiss, my world as I knew it had changed.
After what seemed to be an endless kiss, we came up for air and released our embrace. We looked around and realized that we were right in the middle of the dance floor, and they weren’t playing slow songs either! I looked at Jordan and realized, from the moment we started to dance with one another, there was a mysterious bond between us. We both smiled at each other and continued to dance our mating dance. The lights went black, and when they came back on, Jordan was removing his shirt. I nearly fainted when I saw his perfectly sculptured chest that was adorned with black curly hair. From the look on my face, you would have thought I hit the $100,000,000 lotto quick-pick jackpot!
Oh, shit! I have a thing for men with hairy chest! Damn, Jordan’s not only got a sculptured body, but he’s got a hairy chest too! I was to taken by his physique; I couldn’t coordinate my steps and tripped over my own foot. Let me tell you, I wanted to jump on top of him right then and there, no holds barred! I was thinking to myself, Jordan, I’m all yours. Anyway you want it. My body is under your command. All I could do was to shake my head and say to myself, Oh lord, help me keep my panties on! I hadn’t had sex in over three months and contemplated on the celibacy route. But I can see right now, that’s out of the question. From the looks of Jordan, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to last another week without having sex. I was so worked up with the hornies I knew when I left the club I had to rush home and get out my trusty “T 1000.” Shit, I hope that bad boy is up to it, because this will definitely be a long masturbation session.
As we all know, time stands still for no one. The club lights began to flicker on and off signaling that the club was 9:00 AM, and they were about to close. Jordan and I walked to the coat room to retrieve our bags then he walked me to my car. Jordan asked me for my number, and I inquired if he had an e-mail address. I was so tempted to give him the wrong number until he pulled out his phone and programmed my number in his phone. He pulled out some paper from a book