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A guy came up to her and asked her to dance. She smiled and agreed immediately.

They got into a loud, vibrating, shaking piece, and while stepping carefully in those shoes, Janey began to feel the music get into her as she moved, and before long she was really moving with it. The guy was a good dancer and led the way, always keeping up with her when she suddenly up-tempoed. She was enjoying herself, moving with abandon and sensuousness. He liked the way her body twisted and flowed; he watched her tits shake and vibrate against her top, too, and she smiled back at him when he saw him staring longer and longer at her. Soon it was obvious that he had hard-on; it was causing a swelling in his tight trousers. He was a slim well-built man. As he danced, he often swung close to her, brushing her body as he went past in an arc. They had plenty of room to move like this, and when he brushed against her, it was generally with his stiff penis touching her leg or her ass. Or even her hand as she moved her arms to the tune. Normally this kind of forward behaviour would have been so overt as to strike her as perverted, but this was obviously a crazy party and she was in its mood already. Nothing could surprise her now, she thought. Not even the guy propositioning her at the end of the dance, whispering hotly into her ear as she listened wide-eyed, let him squeeze her hand, and felt his erection throbbing against her body. She said nothing, and as the group moved into a slow dance, he took her and began dancing closely. She moved in time with him, letting her body move against his firmly. His hands were not exactly running all over her, but they moved sensuously and firmly, caressingly, where they did touch, which was her sides, her back, and her hips. His cheek was hot and flushed against hers, which grew equally warm. His cock was standing up high and hard in his pants and twitched occasionally against her. At times he embraced her hard and just rubbed himself against her. She let him do all this without protest, in fact she began encouraging him, and soon she was as eager as he was.

When the music stopped, they unclinched slowly and held hands for a while. His cock was still bulging and throbbing in his trousers. But this hardly deterred them from walking past dozens of people to get out of the room, down the hall, and into a bedroom upstairs.

He closed the door behind him and threw the slide bolt that gave them private. Janey was enthusiastic about, but she didn't exactly feel like fucking right now and told him so. He said he didn't mind; "Just do me." She agreed, glad that he didn't insist.

He sat down on the bed next to her and they began making out. He caressed her stiff-nippled tits and stroked sensuously down her side and over her belly and thighs. His hot hand moved sensuously on her bare legs and pushed between them with his fingers stretched out long and probing. Soon his fingertips met her panties and stroked her pussy through them, feeling how mildly damp and warm the fabric felt.

Janey meanwhile was playing with his swollen trousers, rubbing his erect cock through the cloth, and soon going after the trouser button and the top of his zipper. Swiftly she pulled the fly down and released his straining shorts to the air. Her hand quickly covered his cloth-covered organ and tremblingly began to stroke it up and down with hot fingers, sometimes stopping to squeeze it firmly or hold it while her thumb rubbed hard back and forth the sensitive head to the even more sensitive patch underneath it.

He was breathing hotly and heavily, kissing her ear with his tongue like he wanted to absorb it.

"Stand up," said Janey.

He did so immediately, and he quickly pulled trousers and shorts down to his knees. The man's penis was average, somewhat slender, and very handsome-looking. She stroked it carefully with her whole hand. He found her touch was very exciting. At first he was disappointed that he didn't want to kiss it, but after a few minutes of being stroked expertly by her, he pulled out his fresh handkerchief without a word and handed it to her.

"Lie down on the bed!" said Janey excitedly. He did as he was bid. Gazing at her while on his back, his trousers and pants down past his knees, his cock arching toward her at a forty-five degree angle.

She bent over him and gripped his throbbing organ at the base. With the other hand, she held the handkerchief ready. Slowly she moved her hand up his penis, all the way off the top, which gave him a nice thrill and the his cock twitch visibly as her grip slid off the sensitive swollen head. Then she brought her hollow hand back down onto the head, slid over it again going down, and stroked the way to the bottom of the shaft. She licked her lips. Her other hand still holding the handkerchief, went to his tight excited scrotum and caressed the balls gently with flesh and cloth while her other hand stroked his excited shaft. Soon he was groaning with desire to be off and starting to push his pelvis at her hand. She picked up her rhythm, jacking him faster and faster with a gentle grip that slid from top to bottom of his member over and over again. Her other hand and the handkerchief caressed his halls with a fast light circular motion. When the first drops appeared at the mouth of his penis, she swiftly brought the handkerchief up, pressed it gently against the top of the organ, and masturbated him with the same quick light rhythm, touching as much of his penis as she could with the hand that was jacking him off.

He groaned and sighed loudly as the orgasm seized his penis. She could feel great surges of come pumping through his tube, making his penis vibrate with all kinds of exciting explosions. The ultimate stiffness and jerking throughout his organ felt good in her hand. For his part, the skilful way she masturbated him brought the sperm shooting right up from the bottom of his balls, splashing in copious spurts of pleasure into the handkerchief that soon seemed half-full of his love liquid.

She sighed as he began to relax after finishing. What a tremendous ejaculation! She thought. She squeezed the last drops out of him and wiped the tip of his penis carefully and folded the handkerchief up until all the moisture was contained in the centre of the tight ball of cloth.

"That felt great," he said. "Thanks very much. You're sure I can't do nothing for you?"

She thought for a moment, but replied. "No. Not right now. Maybe later we'll get together again or something. I don't know."

"OK," he said, matter-of-factly, taking the handkerchief from her. "Can I call you up sometime?"

She gave him her phone number and they exchanged names and parted. He left the room and closed the door. A few moments later, she followed him and didn't see him in the hall, automatically looking both ways.

She stood outside listening to the dance music downstairs and thought of going back there, but right yet she didn't feel as excited by the idea she did by curiosity. She wanted to walk around and see this whole party if she could. Then she'd figure out where she belonged.

Like a little girl in a candy shop, or a lust virgin at a fertility rite, she walked down the hall slowly, carefully, confidently, kind of tip-toeing around the edges of the party, meeting people's eyes, gestures, and words in a friendly but not lingering way, and moved through various rooms. People were loud, drinking, kissing and hugging under bright lights, soft lamps, coloured bulbs just barely lifting the blackness covering certain corners, and touching each other openly, sometimes even undressing each other almost oblivious of whoever else might be around. Pressed close to a wall by the crowd in one room, she rested and thought of where to go next when her attention was attracted by a quiet writhing couple just three feet away in front of her, kissing and embracing sensuously, looking like they wanted to merge. Then man's hand caressed the back and hips of the woman, which were facing Janey. She saw his hand seek the top of the zipper and went up the back of her dress from her ass to her shoulder blades. She listened to the woman moan louder as the man undid her zipper. When it was entirely open, exposing the tops of her nude hips, he put his hand inside the back of her dress and glided over her skin. She moved against him yet more, and her dress slipped down to her waist. He pushed it over her hips and it fell to the floor in a heap around her feet. She was now entirely nude. She had a nice ass. She was squirming against him, her feet moving up and down, weight shifting from one foot to the other. She kissed him hotly and he stroked her fine body with great intimacy from shoulder to thigh. Janey was very excited watching this. Finally the two of them disappeared into the darkness behind them, to where Janey couldn't see them, though she squinted into the blackness for several long moments.