Heavy pulsing music blasted to a thumping bass drum while bodies thrashed and ground against one another in a blur of flesh on the endless dance floor... It was wall-to-wall with people wanting the same thing I did. I turned down three offers of various indulgences before I could even worm my way up to the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I needed some liquid courage first and then I’d decide just how low I felt like setting the bar. I’m not that picky. As long as he’s clean, his looks don’t matter. I could see her sweet little shaved pussy peeking out the leg. I must have jumped a little because she said are you ok? Then I really started to stutter and stammer and blush. As I raised my eyes to hers I saw a little twinkle and I suddenly knew that she knew what i had seen. Instantly my dick jumped to attention. She had to have felt it under her ankle, but she didn't say a thing. I went back to massaging her foot and ankle, but now I was rubbing her leg some too. I looked back at her shorts. Conditions hadn’t really allowed for true passion to bloom or take control.And, to be honest, none of the boys she’d kissed had been very good at it. Not to suggest she was any better.Bobby, on the other hand, had spent hours and hours kissing his sisters, as well as some of the girls he dated. He was good at it. A good analogy is imagining the casual, every-day driver getting in a Ferrari with Mario Andretti and ‘going for a little test drive.’Like that every-day driver, who might fall apart. She is sruthi who is the heroine of this story.She has stats of 36-26-36 fair and is 5-6 height. She was too hot. Our both flats are side by side, we both literally can see what is happening in the other flat when the curtains are not closed. Sruthi is still not married and is working in an it company. She frequently visits my house as my mom used to give some tips regarding cooking. When we both had a counter we used to talk formally. Once she had taken my number from my mom to call me for.