This was the hardest part of coming to this event year after year. The waiting. James was generally a patient man, one happy to let the world drift him by. It was only during this one time of year that he played up the ego and the confidence for the joys of his partner. He watched Allison flitter with that predatorial smile, the hunger that was only partially played up as part of his confident role. Allison had gotten up- stepping away from him and started to change. It was partially a shame, only because he had wanted to devour her while she was wearing her skirt and that sweater as a combination in its own right. The reveal was worth its weight in gold though; white stockings and garters that somehow managed to arouse him more than he already was. Admittedly, he wouldn't have thought that was very possible. The little smile on her face, the image of her body half dressed that would surely now be burned into his mind for much longer than their encounter would dare let them be together, and the little twirl that showed off all of what she had to offer was simply making him hungrier. He felt like a caged beast
Her request let him loose, but he held back just a little. Sliding up behind her with a lick of his lips, moving his arms around her waist to hug her from behind. Nipping at her neck in a playful, more human way than what he was truly craving. "Well, you've put me in a rather twisted position haven't you? You cruel cruel girl. You dance around looking this beautiful, looking this
damn hot. And you go and have the nerve to tell me to help cover you up?" He let his cool hands wander around, playing with her body and getting a feel for his partner for the evening. The inner beast inside of him echoed again and again to simply pin her to the ground and have his way with her then and there, but there was an exhilarating sensation to making him wait. To playing out this dance all the way to the end of the song. He rubbed his crotch against her ass as he teased and played with her, letting the sensation continue to bring him to full mast. He played with her chest- plenty ample in his eyes, fondling her breasts over the bra that dared to constrain his hand from touching her fully. He let them enjoy the moment, kissing her more softly this time on the cheek before tilting her head to the side and kissing her on the lips for a second time.
As he did so, his hands moved down, slowly caressing down the woman's body. Eventually they came to the skirt, held only by how tightly it clung to her frame. He gripped it tightly, and for a single moment that lasted an eternity it seemed like he was simply going to rip it off of her, press her up against the couch or wall and start things getting much more physically intimate.
Yet, for now at least, he held back. Letting the tense silence fill with the sound of zipping fabric as he affixed her skirt to her body. "Keep going." He urged, voice hot and whispering at the back of her ear. "I want to see you fully dressed before I rip it all off of you, if that's alright with you?"
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