Your eyes wondered across the makeshift dance floor, your toes wiggling against the fine grain of the sand. You’d identified your target, at least for now, you figured that she would be pretty receptive what with the indiscriminate way in which she was bumping and grinding her way through the crowd, hips gyrating rhythmically as her cute ass bounced.

And those sweet, firm, green melons swayed also to the melody of the thumping drum line and wooden horn instruments which accompanied the revelry. You couldn’t decide what you liked better, the dancing bodies, or the noise which went with it, as you let yourself dance and drift your way over to the orc girl in a definite and purposeful line.

You didn’t even wait for her to face you as you saw an opportunity to begin your assault, fingers brushing against her midsection as you began to guide and move her hips to the tune, not that you needed to help her along, but the constraint of your hands seemed to keep her moving along to your interpretation of the rhythm.

She barely even looked back, only mildly surprised to realize that it was not a troll she was already familiar with sliding his hands across her lithe body, tracing the almost surprisingly taunt contours of a body which seemed at first to be more rounded than a regular orc woman, only to find hard unyielding musculature just underneath. You couldn’t say you disliked it at all as you danced along with her lock and step.

You liked that combination of soft curves and hard body beneath as you let your hand slide down across her round ass, grounding forward in time to the increasingly frenzied beat and guiding her every motion in what was becoming quickly an intensely sensual experience.

Not that you were a dancer of any kind yourself, but you remembered vaguely spring break and a sweet Caribbean girl showing you a thing or two which you applied here to the greatest of gusto.

You danced, she danced... as if it were only you two here. Her hips grinding hard against your front, as you resisted the urge to arousal, letting instead, your focus continue upon guiding the undulating motions of the dance between you both, controlling the pace and enhancing the heat of sensation inherent I her sexy ass and tits swaying in the once more changing rhythm.

Fuck.

She glance back and grinned, flashing her small tusks and grinding hard against your own controlling motions, pushing your boundaries as she purposely let one hand slip behind her to brace herself against your own ass, strong fingers gripping as if begging for more than the obscene grind which seemed to set you both aflame.

Your cock swelled beneath the inadequate loin cloth, heavy with desire as it twitched between her cheeks, the light layer of cloth doing little more than obstructing desire’s completion as both of you began add an even lewder buck to your grind, pushing to the very limits of wild abandon here on the dance floor, ignoring all others… though the corner of your eye caught glimpse of wide tusked grins, murmurs, and stares.

You two were all but fucking on the dancefloor, as your orcish partner laughed and cried out in equal measure.

Your fingers found in them the bravery to roam up across her stomach, following it’s taunt line as your hands eventually worked their way back up to her luscious swinging fruit, leaving her to gasp once again in surprise as your thick strong fingers began to work delicately, cupped against their underside, using them now as your leverage to continue your shifting control of her motions.

The time was lost between her surprisingly delicate cries as you milked and massaged her, all the while struggling not to lose your sensual rhythm, the sway and the heat of the grind. You could feel the sweat slick against your skin, and the sand between your two toes as the dance reached its zenith.

... so very close to its peak.

And then you heard a gasp, a moan, and your partner’s body became less responsive. You pressed one knee between her legs, confirming what you’d suspected.

She was drenched.

Fuck. You were horny and hard, and the flimsy cloth which was the only thing which held between you and her simply fucking right now here on the dance floor, seemed so much less of an obstacle.

You heard her giggling, bringing you back to your senses as you let your hands wonder across her body.

“You dance like you want to ride me home… mon.” She leaned back and whispered, a grin on her face. “Maybe if de other boys over there don’t mess ya up too bad, you can buy me a drink we can make that happen.”

… wait. Other boys?

Well fuck me... you couldn’t help but almost palm your face as another troll, and two of his friends pushed forward with an accusatory stare.

“Wha ya tink ya be doin wid me gal, nuh?” The angry troll spoke up, you couldn’t help but notice the well-defined muscles which strained within his shirt. His friends didn’t look quite as intimidating on their own, but as full three-man package deal you could see how this could get out of your hands quickly.

Well… lovely. Clearly the easiest gal on the dance floor came with some baggage… and already she was off dancing with someone else, a rather stiff looking orc who was clear not having any of her at the moment, but standing there and essentially being her pole as she shook her booty and ignored your plight.

She did happen to catch your own glare only to give you a wink before getting back to her dance.