Clubbing... for fun. Guy not named for many reasons. Use your imaginations.
The bouncers at all the clubs in the city knew exactly who they were. They just had to show up, and immediately, they were waved through and into the heat and noise of the club.
Holding her husband's hand, Jubilee bounced on her toes. She flashed a grin at her husband. She bounced up on her toes, kissed his cheek and disappeared into the crowd of the dance floor. He'd find her later. It was one of the things that they always did when coming out.
Jubilee slid onto the floor, letting the music pulsate through her body. Picking up the beat with her hips, she threw herself into the dancing. Even though she was still small, Jubilee managed to hold her own on the dance floor with the crowd.
Lost in the beat of the music, Jubilee threw herself into the dancing. The good thing about clubbing was that you could make random friends on the dance floor, and then the break up came at the end of a song. Then more friendships were made with next one.
Her hips moved to the beat as she worked the dance floor. An arm slid around her waist and she turned to look over her shoulder, strands of her hair clinging to her cheek. She looked up at him, from under her lashes.
Their bodies melded together, their hips beginning to move to the same rhythm. His thumb tucked into the waist band of her skirt, and his head bent into the curve of her neck. The song gave a heavy, slow beat that pulsed through them.
Together, they worked their bodies to the rhythm of the song. She ran her hand along a a sweat-drenched arm, reaching back to cup the back of his head. Then, she turned around, her hips grinding into his.
The song ended, and he dragged her off the dance floor. Her husband grabbed drinks for the pair of them and gave her hers. She grinned, and sipped it, then leaned up to kiss him gently. His arm slid around her back and Jubilee pressed herself against his side. One leg slid up his, hooking around a hip.
She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “leather pants hide nothing, husband mine.” She laughed softly as he pulled her hard against him.
Their fingers tangled together and Jubilee let him pull her deeper into the club, laughing to herself. Her husband was so transparent. Not that she minded.
Her shoulders pushed back against the wall, and Jubilee threaded her fingers into his hair. No matter how often this happened, Jubilee couldn't help the excitement that coiled in her belly. It was the thrill of almost getting caught, of worrying about the other people in the club.
When his hand descended on her mouth, she couldn't help but try to make noise around it. She didn't think anyone could hear her over the music, any how.
Her knees wobbled, when she finally was put back on the ground, and she panted, leaning against the wall. She giggled when he fumbled his pants, and reached over to help him. Her fingers hooked in his belt loops and pulled him forward.
She leaned up and kissed him slowly. She nipped his bottom lip, and headed back out on the dance floor to begin dancing again.
Jubilee looked over her shoulder and crooked a finger. She laughed as her husband shook his head and pointed to the bar. He'd be waiting when she had danced herself out.
Holding her husband's hand, Jubilee bounced on her toes. She flashed a grin at her husband. She bounced up on her toes, kissed his cheek and disappeared into the crowd of the dance floor. He'd find her later. It was one of the things that they always did when coming out.
Jubilee slid onto the floor, letting the music pulsate through her body. Picking up the beat with her hips, she threw herself into the dancing. Even though she was still small, Jubilee managed to hold her own on the dance floor with the crowd.
Lost in the beat of the music, Jubilee threw herself into the dancing. The good thing about clubbing was that you could make random friends on the dance floor, and then the break up came at the end of a song. Then more friendships were made with next one.
Her hips moved to the beat as she worked the dance floor. An arm slid around her waist and she turned to look over her shoulder, strands of her hair clinging to her cheek. She looked up at him, from under her lashes.
Their bodies melded together, their hips beginning to move to the same rhythm. His thumb tucked into the waist band of her skirt, and his head bent into the curve of her neck. The song gave a heavy, slow beat that pulsed through them.
Together, they worked their bodies to the rhythm of the song. She ran her hand along a a sweat-drenched arm, reaching back to cup the back of his head. Then, she turned around, her hips grinding into his.
The song ended, and he dragged her off the dance floor. Her husband grabbed drinks for the pair of them and gave her hers. She grinned, and sipped it, then leaned up to kiss him gently. His arm slid around her back and Jubilee pressed herself against his side. One leg slid up his, hooking around a hip.
She leaned up to whisper in his ear, “leather pants hide nothing, husband mine.” She laughed softly as he pulled her hard against him.
Their fingers tangled together and Jubilee let him pull her deeper into the club, laughing to herself. Her husband was so transparent. Not that she minded.
Her shoulders pushed back against the wall, and Jubilee threaded her fingers into his hair. No matter how often this happened, Jubilee couldn't help the excitement that coiled in her belly. It was the thrill of almost getting caught, of worrying about the other people in the club.
When his hand descended on her mouth, she couldn't help but try to make noise around it. She didn't think anyone could hear her over the music, any how.
Her knees wobbled, when she finally was put back on the ground, and she panted, leaning against the wall. She giggled when he fumbled his pants, and reached over to help him. Her fingers hooked in his belt loops and pulled him forward.
She leaned up and kissed him slowly. She nipped his bottom lip, and headed back out on the dance floor to begin dancing again.
Jubilee looked over her shoulder and crooked a finger. She laughed as her husband shook his head and pointed to the bar. He'd be waiting when she had danced herself out.