I didn’t need the distance, I pressed back and let the already swaying movement of my hips push into you, using friction to add to the heat being generated between us. One of your hands slid down my side, lingering briefly on the curve of my hip before going lower to rest against my outer thigh, gently lifting the hem of my skirt so I would feel the heat of your entire hand there and then slowly inching upward. My skirt was so full that no one would notice your hand slowly moving upward now almost to the lips that are throbbing with the music and the desire to feel your fingers pressing them open as you reach under my satin and lace panties, but your hand stays for only a brief moment before moving still farther upward and then around to my back, lifting the skirt out of the way until I feel the metal edge of your zipper pressing close to the dividing line between my butt cheeks. I press backward hard against you.