Rhythm pounds the air, thumping like a pulse.
Lights flicker in the darkness, mist from dry ice snaking its way round the mass of dancing forms as they buck and writhe.
He feels the warmth of her body brush against his thighs; opens his eyes and sees her dancing, her naked back and shoulders glowing softly, the shimmer of her dress as it clings to her, accentuating the curves of her breasts and arse.
She moves into his open stance and presses her buttocks against his groin, cheeks sliding up, around and down in time with the beat. Thigh muscles flexing as he mirrors her movements, his cock stiffens as he feels the warm silken caress of her skin, her heady perfume filling his mind, intoxicating him.
He places one hand then the other upon her undulating hips, feeling the thin fabric of her raiment shift across her flesh as his hand slides up and over her solar plexus, feels the softness of her hair upon his neck as she rests her head upon his shoulder, her lips sliding up his throat to meet his as she pulls both his arms around her.
He kisses her gently at first, then deeply as she reaches up and behind to caress his face, pressing her body even closer against him as he tightens his embrace, the tip of his dick tingling as his full length rubs on the firm, supple curve of her thigh. He releases her, looking into her shining eyes as she smiles, wantonly, before they both lean in for another kiss, continuing their dance.