was heating, the humid tangy scent of sweaty bodies rising up in the air. India felt some of her hair sticking to her temples and took her fingers swipe them away quickly. Her elbow bumped into a girl as Lady Davenport dragged her through the crowd. The girl turned with a glinty glare to India, who kept the cold gaze with her eyes until she stumbled and turned toward Lady Davenport again. Lady Davenport's fingers were slipping from her hand and were hard for her to grasp.. The pressure Lady Davenport was exerting to hold onto India’s hands was making her fingertips throb.
They stopped in the middle of the dance floor as the escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Lady Davenport's eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. India was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies moving in a wave toward her back helped by holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone.
It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. India's hands flew out to grip onto Lady Davenport's waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Lady Davenport's waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her did not seem to struggle.
India's eyes hazed over as the medium breasts bounced into her fuller ones. Her hands slipped unconsciously further around the waist, making her have to step a knee in between the other girl’s, slowing her dance.
Lady Davenport's hands rested onto the India’s shoulders as her big brown eyes looked up, startled and wide at India. Normally, India would have pulled away, but she did not this time. She was elated, but anxious.
Lady Davenport looked down at her lips, which were juicy like her own, but painted a bright red. She notices India's red parted lips. Her eyes flickered back and forth from the brown eyes to those lips. Her head did a little jerk forward, tilting... then paused to look into her eyes again. Suddenly, she dove in. India felt the sharp intake of breath in Lady Davenport's chest before she felt her lips. Her kiss was soft, tentative. She just wanted to... to feel them. She barely tugged her juicy lower lip between hers and her tongue was just moving forward for a sweep across them, to taste, when Lady Davenport jerked herself away. India braced herself for whatever expression of disgust, anger, shock that would greet her. India lowered her eyes and dragged them up slowly to look at Lady Davenport. She stared at her, strangely.
Lady Davenport was smiling! A they both stopped dancing and notice they were standing in the middle of the floor. India's arms wrapped deep around her waist as Lady Davenport's arms were up high around India's shoulders. That was when she sharply turned, grabbing India's hand, and yanking her through the crowd. India's tummy was fluttering as they finally reached the outer wall. They paced along the wall, looking for some bare space. Lady Davenport found a small hole near the back wall and turned her body to lean against it. There was only enough room for her small frame. She pulled India’s body into her by the forearms in which she went happily, melting into hers. She slipped her knee in between India's until the buckles of their pants touched. She felt just a hint of flesh against her bare tummy as she grabbed the luscious rounded face with both of her hands with fingers splaying to touch all of her skin and pulled it towards her mouth. Her tongue was not so tentative this time, but swept in between the lips to taste that mouth she had watched for weeks since they first met in the conference room. She first tasted the salt of sweat on her lips, then the sharp tang of the margaritas that they had been drinking all night.
Lady Davenport's hands had quickly wrapped around India’s, sliding briefly over the rounded bottom inside her sundress. She stroked her back up to top, tugging the fabric away from the wet skin to run her fingers along it. India pressed her knee in deeper between the legs, forcing them to