Let the dance continue.....
We move through the song as we learn each others bodies. I know now how he moves, I have tangled my hands in his hair as I push it back off his forehead, damp with sweat but silky and long and thick. I want to wrap it around my hands, and pull his head back in supplication. When I release him, his hands do the same, sliding over my arms and back, and tangling in my hair as I let him pull tight, arching my neck. What is this thrill I have when a man wraps his hands in my hair? That’s why I keep it long.. and the fools think it is for them. Our bodies grow damp with the heat now, sweat sliding over my skin and making his shirt cling tight. His eyes burn into mine, as we both let desire show on our faces and in the motions our bodies have taken.
The song end again, but this time we do not dance. With a hand on my spine, he turns me away from the floor. I lead, but he controls me with that touch on my skin. I start to tremble, wondering where he will take me. I had for the bar as if to get a cool drink but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “No” he whispers low in my ear. The first word he has spoken, and his voice is pure seduction. Now he leads, and I follow with my hand on his back, claiming possession with a touch. “Mine” this simple contact claims. We slide through the crowd smoothly, twisting and turning deftly between the bodies, and then we are through. I had forgotten this corner. It used to hold yet another island bar. But the bar is abandoned, and only the island with its low hanging light fixtures, now dark, remain. A screen hiding the tables behind, privacy, almost…
He takes me to a table in the furthest corner, one where no one is near, as if the dancers forgot this spot existed. Standing aside, he gestures elegantly to the first stool. I slip up on it, expecting him to take the other. He does not. He steps close to me, legs surrounding mine, pinning me in place. He is so close I could press myself to him by leaning forward only the slightest. I feel the strength in his thighs as they grip mine. Oh my, another weakness of mine. Let other women have a tight ass or great biceps, show me powerful thighs and I go weak.
He puts his hands on my shoulder, leans close and his hair brushed my skin. Again he whispers in my ear “Now…” That single word and my body shudders.. it is not only my back and arms that are damp after that single word whispered close and urgent. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve been hot for this man since he put his hands on my on the dance floor. I answer his whisper with one of my own “Yes..”
The song end again, but this time we do not dance. With a hand on my spine, he turns me away from the floor. I lead, but he controls me with that touch on my skin. I start to tremble, wondering where he will take me. I had for the bar as if to get a cool drink but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “No” he whispers low in my ear. The first word he has spoken, and his voice is pure seduction. Now he leads, and I follow with my hand on his back, claiming possession with a touch. “Mine” this simple contact claims. We slide through the crowd smoothly, twisting and turning deftly between the bodies, and then we are through. I had forgotten this corner. It used to hold yet another island bar. But the bar is abandoned, and only the island with its low hanging light fixtures, now dark, remain. A screen hiding the tables behind, privacy, almost…
He takes me to a table in the furthest corner, one where no one is near, as if the dancers forgot this spot existed. Standing aside, he gestures elegantly to the first stool. I slip up on it, expecting him to take the other. He does not. He steps close to me, legs surrounding mine, pinning me in place. He is so close I could press myself to him by leaning forward only the slightest. I feel the strength in his thighs as they grip mine. Oh my, another weakness of mine. Let other women have a tight ass or great biceps, show me powerful thighs and I go weak.
He puts his hands on my shoulder, leans close and his hair brushed my skin. Again he whispers in my ear “Now…” That single word and my body shudders.. it is not only my back and arms that are damp after that single word whispered close and urgent. Oh who am I kidding, I’ve been hot for this man since he put his hands on my on the dance floor. I answer his whisper with one of my own “Yes..”