Nikki's smile continued to swell; simultaneously infectious and cute.  Full lips and a wrinkled nose beget an impish smile that defied the experiential gap between them.  With the gentle reggae beats guiding the sway of their bodies, she found it quite easy to drift into his hold, and soon her hips were drawn to him, taut thighs pressed firm into his whilst those long and graceful legs guided a deft dance that was hardly so inexperienced as the gap between their ages might've otherwise dictated.<br/><br/><em>"If you say so,"</em>she joked, free hand brushing playfully against the taut musculature at the front of his perfectly sculpted biceps.  Her touch lingered a moment longer than it should've, reveling in something she very much craved but was not yet willing ot admit she wanted.   Still, those chestnut orbs could not lie.  There was something burning in Nikki, and it was stoked by Richard's presence.  He'd have been blind not to see it.<br/><br/>A twitch in the hip prompted her long-legged form to twist, planted heels serving as a pivot point for the rest of her to twirl.  In turning, those two supple but firm cheeks soon nuzzled into Richard's waist only to dig more deeply into him.  The grinding gesture was not yet overtly lewd, yet it was certainly borne of the most thoughtless and straightforward of attraction.  With hips set, she rolled herself more deeply into him, supple cheeks nuzzling his front even as her hands sought to pin his own down across the faces of her thighs and the swells of her hips.  Chris might not like it -- if he saw -- but she was past caring.  Where was he anyway?!