The Lounge and the steady beat

The steady beat of the base guitar can be heard through the hazy smoke. Making our way to the back of the lounge, drinks in hand, we sat on a leather couch. The strobe lights grazing over us intermittently. I can feel the thump of the music in my chest and your hand on my thigh, sliding under my dress. Further up your hand travels, finding the inside of my thighs slick with anticipation.