shizzz
That one guy
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Lance smiled as he moved through the crowd. It was a busy Friday night and the place was packed. Precisely the way he liked it.
The music was driving and loud, bodies ground together on all sides and he moved with the rhythm, working his way through the floor.
He was a wide shouldered 6’ specimen, often referred to as a tall glass of water. His dark hair was slicked back, his graphic t-shirt depicting graffiti was tight over his muscular frame, and his pants were black denim, that new flexible kind that allowed him to move in every way he wanted unrestricted.
They were his favorites. They had the button fly, that if the night went well, he could pop open without messing with his belt, free his beast, feed the monster, then tuck it away with relative ease
As he worked his way through the crowd and toward the bar, his hands drifted over hips, stomachs, and asses of the gyrating women he passed. Others he let his crotch slide against their ass as he grooved his way through.
He made it to the bar, presented a beer and kept his eyes moving across the crowd, looking for the right markers to let him know he had found the kinda girl that wouldn’t say no.
He saw a cluster of girls dancing together and he could see one working along the edges. Part of the crowd, but not part of the group. Someone looking for attention
She was wearing a dark dress that clung to her frame. It accentuates the swell of her breasts, large on her slender frame, and hugged her tight little ass.
As he watched her move from dancing with one partner and another, never finding her groove with anyone. She eventually spoke to her friends, whom only partially acknowledged her, then headed to the bar.
She found bar access a few seats down and just as she placed her order with the bartender lance slid up behind her. The bar was crowded and he wedged in between her, his groin sliding against her hip as he put his hand on the small of her back
“Excuse me love,” he said as he snagged the bartenders attention just before turning away.
“Can you add a beer to that order and put it on my tab” he told the man, then turned to her
“That’s the best move in the book, slide up beside a beautiful woman at the bar, and you’ll get your drink 5 times faster” he told her with a smile, his hand still on her back
“I saw you dancing out there. You look like you are having a great time with your friend” he said a she leaned close so she could hear him, his eyes dipping to her neckline as he did so.
The music was driving and loud, bodies ground together on all sides and he moved with the rhythm, working his way through the floor.
He was a wide shouldered 6’ specimen, often referred to as a tall glass of water. His dark hair was slicked back, his graphic t-shirt depicting graffiti was tight over his muscular frame, and his pants were black denim, that new flexible kind that allowed him to move in every way he wanted unrestricted.
They were his favorites. They had the button fly, that if the night went well, he could pop open without messing with his belt, free his beast, feed the monster, then tuck it away with relative ease
As he worked his way through the crowd and toward the bar, his hands drifted over hips, stomachs, and asses of the gyrating women he passed. Others he let his crotch slide against their ass as he grooved his way through.
He made it to the bar, presented a beer and kept his eyes moving across the crowd, looking for the right markers to let him know he had found the kinda girl that wouldn’t say no.
He saw a cluster of girls dancing together and he could see one working along the edges. Part of the crowd, but not part of the group. Someone looking for attention
She was wearing a dark dress that clung to her frame. It accentuates the swell of her breasts, large on her slender frame, and hugged her tight little ass.
As he watched her move from dancing with one partner and another, never finding her groove with anyone. She eventually spoke to her friends, whom only partially acknowledged her, then headed to the bar.
She found bar access a few seats down and just as she placed her order with the bartender lance slid up behind her. The bar was crowded and he wedged in between her, his groin sliding against her hip as he put his hand on the small of her back
“Excuse me love,” he said as he snagged the bartenders attention just before turning away.
“Can you add a beer to that order and put it on my tab” he told the man, then turned to her
“That’s the best move in the book, slide up beside a beautiful woman at the bar, and you’ll get your drink 5 times faster” he told her with a smile, his hand still on her back
“I saw you dancing out there. You look like you are having a great time with your friend” he said a she leaned close so she could hear him, his eyes dipping to her neckline as he did so.
