<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Carly</span></em></strong><br/><br/>"Am I that transparent?"<br/><br/>"Well, I would say that anybody with their hand on my ass, and" glances down with just her eyes, "other things pressed against me, had better be transparent.  Otherwise something is ...desperately... wrong."<br/><br/>"I tend to get... aggressive," he breathed, and nibbled on her earlobe firmly.<br/><br/>With a slight gasp, Carly stumbles at the feel of his lips and teeth on her ear, pressing into his chest and tightening her grip on his hand to keep from falling.  A most unexpected though not unwanted sensation, she none the less was not used to that particular intimacy on the dance floor.  A hand on her ass, yes.<br/><br/>Many partners had found themselves with pierced toes from her heels from unwanted gropings.  A dance was just that, a dance.   But this, this night was something more, something undefinable and Carly was going to take full advantage of it.<br/><br/>Peter was gorgeous to her eyes, polite, playful and flirty, and moved, oh so well.  He was also not afraid to take a chance as was obvious by his hand placement and the little nip on her earlobe.<br/><br/>Only the very observant, someone intently watching their movements or a person who know the dance well would have noticed Carly's momentary stumble and Peter's subsequent tightening of his body and hand holding hers to help her stay upright.<br/><br/>