The Dance



I love dancing.  Not the heavy bass stuff today, but the good rock of 
yesteryear, the 70's and 80's.  There always seems to be a good blend of quick 
and slow music.

I was happy when she suggested it that night.  We had gone out for dinner, to 
a swanky place downtown.  I had worn dressy but casual pants, dark shirt and 
sport coat for the occasion.  I was elated to see her dressed in a knockout 
black dress, nearly ankle length, split in the middle for a dramatic effect.  It 
showed off her lovely legs surrounded by the flow of her dress. 
 
We held hands and had a couple of drinks as we listened to music, enjoying 
the sounds and sights, but especially each other.  God she was beautiful!  And 
those eyes.....I couldn’t look away from them.  I asked her if she wanted to 
dance.  The floor was crowded as people enjoyed the quick pace of the 
Doobie Bros.  We found a spot and began to dance.  At first we talked a bit as 
we moved to the music, but that gave way to silence as we both took in our 
partners, cherishing their good looks and ease of movement (I could only 
guess what was on her mind, but was soon to find out!)

A slow song.  We moved toward each other, putting my arms around her 
waist, hers around my neck.  The dance floor emptied a little as the DJ said he 
was taking a break and going to play several slow songs in a row.  The floor 
was still busy, but beginning to thin.  Her head lay on my shoulder, and she  
whispered in my ear.  "I want you."  I shared her desire and answered by 
kissing her passionately on the mouth, just for a moment, then backed away, 
smiling, then another peck on her full mouth, just barely pulling her lips with 
mine.

"I don't think you understand."  She whispered, her hot breath lightly caressing 
my face, making my manhood tingle briefly.  "I want you now!" she said 
urgently.  Did she dare, right here on the dance floor?  How?  I had only a 
moment to ponder the question as she steered us toward a deserted, dark 
corner of the dance floor.  You really couldn't see it from the seats very well, I 
hadn't noticed it was there - but she had.  

We danced closely as the song wound down, passionately exploring each 
other.  As the next song started she turned so one side of us was shielded from 
the others in the room and on the dance floor.  Her small hand reached for my 
pants, as my jacket hid our intimate secret.  As she touched me I felt a fire 
ignite and a passion like I've never known before.  

We had agreed not to wear anything under our clothes, for erotic effect I 
guess.  I could feel her lithesome breasts next to me.  She took my hand and 
without hesitation, guided it to the slit in her dress;  leading to her richness, 
warm and moist.  My fingers lingered there for a moment, allowing the 
sensation to warm me, and let my lust grow, emotionally and physically!  For 
all the world, we looked like a couple dancing very much in love, but what 
love!

She began to move my hand lower to cover her womanliness, surprisingly 
moist and sleek.  All the while she was  dancing tight against my manhood, 
rubbing it with her sensuous body, forcing it to its full extent and  hardness.  I 
rubbed her slowly, manipulating those soft outer areas and erogenous spot and 
heard her soft, whispered moans in my ear.  

I slipped my finger in her, slowly, moving it around to give her the most 
pleasure.  Then out again, massaging her every inch.  Then in again.  This 
moment was so wild, I discreetly raised my hand to savor her womanly 
perfume, and placed it back where it should be, on the source of the fragrance.
 
I could feel her hands on the opening of my slacks, slowly lowering it and 
then her hand was inside, taking hold of my swollen passion.  I hesitated as 
she began to give me egress from my confinement, but gave in as she began 
to move gently against my fingers that were now inside her.  She took me 
firmly in hand and guided me beneath the slit of her dress, staying close so 
my jacket and her dress hid our physical passions and mounting desire.  

Another song began.  More people left the dance floor, and no one was near 
us in our dark, passionate corner.  I could feel my passion rising, figuratively 
and physically.   I could feel her moistness beginning to surround me, the tip 
pushing gently at her opening.   Unable to enter  the forbidden garden, I 
allowed myself to move against her, upward, triggering sensations in her that 
made her  tremble and moan.

The music bounced around in my head, moving us to its beat, our physical 
love grinding against each other.  As she began to moan, I kissed her to 
muffle the sound.  Her tongue warm and wet, exploring all of my mouth as 
she undulated her hips to the music and on my rock hard staff.  I could feel 
her breath coming in short gasps as we kissed longer and deeper.  Her 
sensitive spot hardening as she drew nearer to climax, and my passion 
beginning to pulse with increased excitement and anticipation.  Suddenly she 
shuddered, grasping my shoulder  even harder, as she squeezed me with  her 
thighs, and her warm loving gate pulsed with wave after wave of pleasure as 
she came around me.  I was ready to explode.  

She began to return my kiss again, hard and passionate, biting at my tongue; I 
exploded in waves of passion, shuddering, trying not to let my spasms show.  
The jets of hot liquid making her moan even more.  I moved my myself just 
inside of her, lingering there to enjoy the passion, and richness of this 
beautiful Goddess.  Such intimacy.  

The intimacy!  Suddenly I was aware of where we were.  Did anyone see, was 
anyone watching?  Everything was the same, just another slow song began, 
the last one.  We danced for a moment more savoring each other.  God, I 
would have given anything to taste her just then, to sample that wet richness 
of her desire.  She put me back and zipped me up, continuing to kiss me, 
nibbling lightly at my lips and tongue as we danced.   

With the close of the song, she whispered softly in my ear “That was terrific.  
Let’s go back to the hotel and dance in the shower.  I want to feel you inside 
me, now!”  I whispered to her, I want to taste you and have you taste me!"  

We sped from the club.  You'll have to use your imagination for the next 
chapter of the evening.  You certainly don't think I'm daring enough to tell 
you, do you?
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Dave Churilla  (Jan 96)--------------------------------