We had stayed close all night, even when others tried to dance with one or the other of us, and we ended up dancing very close, laughing at the antics...of others and putting up a front, as if we were a couple. Now here we are, dancing alone with the whole evening before us. I want him closer to me, and I ask for him to put his hands on my hips. Unusually, he moves to stand behind me, saying that he wants to watch me dancing, so I continue and he does gently place his hands where I asked. It. The front door was imposing and black, with a doorbell. My friend at work had recommended it. The mannequin in the window wore high cut silk French knickers in soft pink and a matching push up bra with a burgundy velvet ribbon in the middle. The price tag read £250. I cringed, but rang on the doorbell anyway, telling myself that I deserved this treat.The girl at the door was stunning. Tall, olive skin, green eyes and long black hair with a curl. She looked me up and down and smiled. I couldn't. I mentioned that, and started to become embarrassed of the topic, that I have not had the pleasure of it as of recent. She asked if I was single and I nodded yes He left the balcony to get another round of drinks then she moved a little closer. She mentioned that her man had been eyeing me and is wanting to know if they could have me as a sex buddy. I was in a little state of shock at the proposal, especially since I just met them. He came back with the drinks and sat across from me. She looked. Her steady gaze back at him was unimpressed. ‘So? I have the same book at my place.’ With a shake of his head, he turned around and slipped the paperback into its place. ‘Tell me a sex secret,’ he demanded, playing turnabout. ‘I fucked my roommate in college,’ she quickly blurted. ‘She was beautiful.’ This caused him to burst out laughing. ‘Like I’m supposed to believe that,’ he managed to get out once his chortles had sufficiently abated. ‘Why not?’ Sara asked, offended. She rolled over and.