<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CR9sv51.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>:  Sofia<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  7:40 'ish<br/><strong>When</strong>: Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Chris<br/><strong>Mood<strong>:  ♫ all the good girls are really good kissers but all the bad girls are really good strippers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFAmjqY1DQg)<br/></strong></strong><hr/>Shocked was the least of the words Sofia could have used to describe Chris's reaction. The man was absolutely beside himself. He had grabbed her hard, pulled her in and gave her a deep tongue kiss while being completely oblivious to where he was and what was happening. Or at least that's how Sofia saw it until he pointed it out as much. Still didn't seem to stop him from enjoying the moment as his erection was clear as day through his pants now. She had no idea if it was her teasing that got his attention or what but she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could.<br/><br/>Sofia danced very close to Chris letting his erection brush against her thigh and hip, occasionally she'd turn around in a spin and rub her perfect round ass against him. It felt amazing, she wanted to take a ride on it. Sofia was a bad girl and she had no moral trepidation at all about hitting on her best friend's husband. It's not like she hadn't told Charlie previously that she thought he was hot. A few moments later She had her arms around his neck and was nuzzling into him during a dance, letting her body rub up against his. With the courage of her buzz and the excitement of the moment getting to her she kissed Chris's neck a few more times and whispered in his ear.<br/><br/>"Follow me, I want to show you something..." Sofia tried to take Cris's hand and lead him out of the ballroom. Her intentions being to lead him down the hall to one of the hotel's smaller empty conference rooms where the chairs were all stacked around a large boardroom table... She wanted to take him into the darkened room so she could get him alone. If he resisted she'd tease him a little and coyly call for him to follow her, pleading for him not to leave her alone in the strange empty hallways.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/lFtKtad.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Charlotte "Charlie"<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  7:40 'ish<br/><strong>When</strong>: Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Jamal<br/><strong>Mood<strong>:  ♫ all the good girls are really good kissers but all the bad girls are really good strippers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFAmjqY1DQg)<br/></strong></strong><hr/>Erotic and sensual is how Jamal danced. The little wet spot forming in Sofia's panties was a testament to that.<br/><br/>In response to their conversation about meeting he had said.<em>"Count on it, we'll be meeting again soon. Though it's hard for me to not to take you home tonight," he huffed into her ear, the bristle of his beard brushing against her cheek as he spoke.</em><br/><br/>She practically wanted to just let him have what he wanted on the dance floor. She even gave it very serious consideration as they danced. Being man handled by Jamal was arousing, he had spun her around and pressed himself up against her. Charlie was delighting in the physical excitement that the man was exhibiting. His desire for her made her pulse race. He was spinning her around and crushing her body against his, it was so hard not to think of this sexually. She could feel every inch of him and had a very vivid mental fantasy of exactly what that would feel like if he was laying on top of her. Forehead to forehead and nose to nose they danced. Feeling his hands on the back of her thighs she put up no resistance to what he was doing, pretty sure that the back of her skirt was being raised higher and higher until his hands felt the soft flesh of her ass. She felt exposed and aroused. If it wasn't for the crowds she would have no doubt been flashing her backside to the whole office staff, thankfully at this point everyone seemed to be dancing. Likely more than a few got to witness the show. But that wasn't all, the devilish man was unabashedly shoving a very large erection between her legs. The thin fabric of her clothes offering little resistance to his pressure. She could feel the tip rubbing against her clit and still Charlie did nothing to resist. On the contrary she rubbed up against him too, her hips making short spiraling thrusts that added to the friction. Holy shit she was hot and over the moon with her own pent up desire for him.<br/><br/><em>"You're just the perfect dance partner...our bodies move so naturally with one another, don't they?" he said to her, his lips almost brushing against hers with every syllable he uttered...</em><br/><br/>Her lips brushed against his and she felt herself slowly melting into his mouth going crazy with wanton lust as they danced from one song into the next. She wasn't breaking the contact for the longest time. This was no short dance, she let him get a good long feel and virtually fucking him through their clothes on the dance floor over the course of several songs. His lips were fantastic, beautiful dark brown and full. Her own soft pink lips pressed against his, her tongue starting to part her lips and move into his mouth as her heart raced and excitement built up. If he had laid her down on the floor right there she would have simply spread her legs for him and invited him to have his way with her.<br/><br/>Mentally the conductor pulled the emergency break and the desire train came to a screeching halt. She just couldn't hurt Chris, she loved him so much he was the best  husband she could ever ask for. With the fantasy train breaks applied she put both her hands on his chest and pushed gently as she tried to step back.<br/><br/><strong>"I just can't... I'm married... I'm so sorry."</strong>Charlie said just loud enough for him to hear and she leaned back in for a moment.<strong>"I really want to, oh gawd do I ever want to. I'm so horny right now. But I can't. I need to go find Chris."</strong>She couldn't help herself, she leaned in and gave him a last brief soft kiss. He tasted so good, she almost couldn't break the kiss but forced herself to pull away.<strong>"I'll text you, I promise. I just... I have to speak to him first."</strong>She couldn't believe she had just said that, did she actually just imply she was going to talk to Chris about this? How could she tell him any of it? But she was going to, she was going to have a long serious talk with him about the situation. She had no idea how far it was going to go but she just knew that she wanted to dance with Jamal again and she wanted to make out with him.. but right she needed to go find Chris and take him home and fuck the shit out of him.<br/><br/>So horny.<br/><br/>If he allowed her to leave she'd very quickly meld into the crowd and start looking for Chris.