"Very sexy."

She rubbed against him and could feel that his cock was beginning to strain against the confines of his pants and continued her teasing, "I'm not wearing any panties."

"You're not?" he whispered with a hint of excitement in his voice at this revelation as he slid his hand into the back of her dress, feeling her bare ass.

"Nope. And if you'll follow me, I'll let you know another secret."

He quietly consented and followed her into a men's rest room down the hall from the dance area. They went straight inside and Alan looked around nervously to see if anyone was in there. Brandi didn't care. She smiled wickedly at him as she said, "If you unbutton these three buttons, I'll let you have what you see."

He hesitated briefly, but wanted to see her body. With the buttons released, the dress fell open easily, hanging only from her shoulders. He stood admiring her figure, her erect, puckering tits, and her wet, pink pussy.

Brandi pushed him against the wall and unfastened his pants. Before he fully comprehended what she was doing, his rigid cock was poking six inches out of his opened fly. Brandi looked down at his cock and said slyly, "Your cock seems to know what I have in mind."

She removed her dress and took his cock in her hand. Brandi pressed the tip of his cock against her clit, sending bolts of electricity up her back. She was in heaven.

She was soon dripping wet with her juices. His cock slid easily deep inside her hungry pussy. Her cunt muscles clamped his pole hard as she began riding him slowly.

Alan let his pants fall down to his knees as Brandi opened his shirt. He took her tits in his mouth, one at a time, and sucked gingerly on the nipples. She gasped with the added stimulation and the rhythm of her pumping quickened.

Before long, Brandi's pace had reached a fevered peak. She suddenly arched her back and let out a passionate scream. Her breathing became more erratic with each explosion of orgasm.