Nikki's coy little smile swelled, its corners lifting, as Richard spoke of understatements.  By now she'd caught more than a couple wandering gazes from men and women alike, and while the men might've been envious of Richard, many of the women were envious of<em>her</em>.  How she'd wrangled one like this -- on accident, no less -- was beyond her, but she wasn't of a mindset to question such providence.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the music provided a perfect excuse to acquiesce to the guidance of his muscular arms and upper body.  The more she stretched and sprawled, the deeper Nikki's slender form seemed to sink into his; to the point that she could feel the taut firmness of his chest nuzzling into her back just as well as she could feel a hint of something more swelling in his trousers thanks to the intricate rock-and-roll of her backside.<br/><br/>His kiss was a bold escalation, yet there was nothing about Nikki's reaction that suggested overt surprise.  Rather, her head rolled back, instinctive and easy in exposing just a little more of the silken contour of her elegant neck to him.  Head turned, her hips continued to pitch in that gentle side-to-side rock geared towards little more than exacerbating the<em>situation</em>welling up in his crotch.  Soft words were quiet but loud enough to carry to him given such a close proximity.<br/><br/><em>"Yeah, me too.  Guess we oughtta enjoy it while we can,"</em>she murmured thoughtfully, feeling for the first time a genuine urge to do something she absolutely shouldn't.  If there was a way Chris wouldn't find out?  She might very well drag this young stud to the nearest shred of privacy and make a few more mistakes.  If the sway of her body was not enough, the smolder in her eyes must've given the desire away.  Bodies snug together, his mouth so tantalizingly close to her skin even now, it was difficult not to think about all the wonderful ways this could go wrong.<br/><br/>Nikki's touch was soft; almost ghostly.  The movement of her hands had been subtle but reinforcing up until this point.  Fingertips drifting over Richard's hands, her warm and delicate grip eventually formed around either of his wrists, guiding his touch up along the taut contour of her abdomen.  While she settled with the left along her tummy, the right continued to rise, coercing almost in guiding his well-worked palm into the firm underside of a perky breast.