Between Them: The Night I Became Their Unicorn - Dancefloor Foreplay to Bedroom Surrender Part 1 of 2

The conversation with N started like any other on RHP. ‘Hi babe, we are N and A, love to chat if our profile sparks an interest.’ I checked out their profile and their photos, which were mostly of N in sexy lingerie, and that did catch my interest. I replied and we exchanged a few messages, all tame. And as it mostly does, it went quiet after the initial introduction. Her message got lost amongst all the others and I went about my days.

Then a month later, N is in my inbox again. ‘Hey babe, I would love to catch up for a drink if you are keen.’ I asked if she meant a drink just the two of us, or with her husband. She said just us, catch up for a drink and a dance and a laugh and to see if we connect.

When she told me she could dance for hours and we began to chat more, well that’s when my interest sparked. Someone who could match my energy on the dancefloor was rare. I was also newly interested in exploring women so the excitement felt fresh and

exciting.

Our first meet up involved what we said it would – we chatted over a few drinks and got to know each other, then went dancing. When the lights were dim, music in our ears and our bodies moving to the beat, that’s when the spark of interest became a flame. But it was a slow burn, and the closest we got to each other that night was some cheeky grinding up against each other as we danced. I wanted to touch her, hold her face while I

kissed her while the music played, but I wasn’t sure of my place so I danced around her, my sexual energy transferring to my feet and hips as they moved vigorously.

N left the club before I did and I danced on. I wondered if that would be it; hoped I’d get the chance to explore the spark that I’d felt with her.

We continued to text and they quickly became sexual. Her husband was open to her exploring women but also open to threesomes so my imagination went wild, thinking of having her to myself and then being their third. I felt a pull to N, the sexual chemistry buzzing through the phone and our dirty minds. Over the next few weeks the tension built as we described what we wanted to do to each other. Horny beyond belief, I was going crazy waiting for the chance to touch her. And then, finally, it was going to happen.

We made plans to go out dancing and after weeks of dirty talk the time to put it all into action was here. N and A came to my house and we shared a drink. N introduced me to A and he gave me a friendly hug. He had a nice smile and cheeky eyes. Chatting to them was easy; it was hot, talking about everyday tame things but knowing how dirty our messaging had been and knowing eventually our words and then actions would circle back to the dirty.

The underlying tension was building. A was going to be our Uber and drop us off but he ended up coming along for the dance. In any normal circumstance, I would have felt like the third wheel but this wasn’t going to be a normal night. After a few more drinks we loosened up and this is when the sexual tension really started to become electric. I watched them dance together, turned on by their closeness. At times A would reach for my hand or I would brush up against N and each time there was a touch, or a look, my heart would beat faster and I’d feel that familiar throb between my legs. What we were

doing to each other – I call it dancefloor foreplay – made the build-up addictive. I was going to need a hit soon. Our hands became more greedy and N and I danced so close I could feel her breath on my face. We leaned in and kissed, her soft lips opening like a rose in bloom. I felt the wildness inside me burning; had to fight to contain it.

A leaned in, told us we should go. ‘I can’t wait anymore,’ he said. We laughed and agreed and the three of us rushed out the door. N grabbed my hand as we walked to the car and this sweet gesture made me feel connected to them, if only for a night. The minute N and I were in the back of the car, the tension exploded. We reached for each other, our soft lips connecting again. I groaned, the tension and electricity making me tingle all over. Our tongues spoke their own language, a teasing flick here, a tongue twirl there.

Our bodies listened and we were breathing hard and moaning.

‘Are we there yet?’ I asked A, impatient to get naked. We continued, our hands roaming all over each other. Both wet and needing more.

A looked in the rearview mirror. ‘Fuck,’ he breathed as he saw us making out. ‘I’m trying.’

We laughed. And then N took her seatbelt off and her head found its way between my legs. ‘Oh God,’ she said. ‘You taste so good.’ I moaned, stroking her hair as her warm tongue licked the part of me that had been throbbing for her for weeks.

‘I want to taste you now,’ I told her, and she sat back and I took my seatbelt off. I leaned down, pulled her lacy panties to the side and finally, finally I got to taste the part of N that had been throbbing for me. ‘Mmmmm,’ I growled, planting a kiss softly in her centre. ‘You taste good too.’ I let my lips roam up and down her thigh, lightly nibbling her as I made my way back to her sweet spot.

Every now and then A would let out a ‘Fuck!’ as his eyes flickered between the road and two wild women in the back of his car. I sat up and leaned forward, so my head was close to A’s. ‘We’re nearly there. Good job, driver,’ I teased. I turned to N. ‘Is it okay if I touch him?’

‘Of course,’ she replied.

I kissed his neck. ‘N, do you think he is hard?’

‘Mmm, definitely.’

I reached my hand down and put it between his legs. Squeezed. ‘Yep. He’s hard.’

‘Fuck.’ A said. Seems he was lost for words.

When the car pulled into my driveway, we all fumbled our way inside. Then it was on.

To Be Continued … Part 2 Cumming