The Swaying Sarah

The Swaying Sarah
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Alex moved on in his own world in the heaving crowd. He picked a spot towards the back, where he had enough space to dance alone. He had heard of the band but didn’t know their music. Nonetheless, the beat was good enough to make even a nerdy gamer like himself bop in time to it.

It wasn’t long before he noticed a woman dancing to his right, alone and with absolute abandon. Her long, flowing hair swung in full arcs behind her as she moved in a connected, swaying dance in time to the bass line. It was also impossible to notice her incredible figure; her waist-high jeans hugged an incredible figure, and she knew how to move it too.

Perhaps she felt his eyes on her, for she turned her head sideways and locked eyes with him just like a flash. He smiled, she looked away.

Dammit, he thought. You always come on too strong.

He looked over at her again, unable to keep his eyes off her even if she wasn’t interested. Then, as if in a dream, she looked towards him again, and this time it was she who smiled. 

Butterflies floated up in his stomach in the thousand. She was way out of his league, but she was smiling at him. What have I got to lose? He thought and downed the last of his beer before slowly dancing in her direction. The band had just started a new song, one with a bit more soul and sex to it; a song to sway to rather than bop.

The woman saw him coming, gave him a wonderfully flirtatious glance, and then looked away. The game was on! He moved in closer, and when he was about a yard away, she glanced at him again and flashed another one of those delightfully toothy grins at him, before turning away from him.

But instead of dancing away, she started dancing backward towards him until her butt was pressed up against his front, encouraging him to sway sensually in time with her movements. She casually leaned back and put her arms around his neck, pulling his face forward next to hers.

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