"The Dance"

      by carob

It sure feels marvelous to be all dressed up and going somewhere. The man I am currently dating, Richard, has invited me to a dance at the country club tonight. He is a sexy, handsome man and I enjoy his company a lot. We have not been intimate, yet. But it is time, and we both know it will be soon. He excites me and stirs me like none has before. I love it!

It takes me a long time to get dressed - I want to look my best. I am wearing a black silk, ankle length, gown, black satin high heels and white pearl jewelry. The dress is very daring. It has a low vee neckline with cross over straps and is backless. It also has a slit up to the thigh on both sides. I have decided to wear no bra, no panties. I have on thigh high black silk stockings. I prance in front of the mirror and am very pleased with the outcome. Richard arrives and has on a black tie outfit. He looks extremely handsome with his dark hair and eyes. He devours me with his eyes and a sexy smile. I knew the extra expense and time had been worthwhile. We arrive at the country club and I feel like a princess as the valet parked the car and Richard escorted me into the club. We went to the dining area first.

We finished ordering our meal. As we waited, we were chatting and flirting, when I felt his hand on my thigh under the table. He began rubbing my thigh. And he wandered higher and higher. I was getting aroused, so I took off one shoe. I placed it under his pants and began rubbing his leg. I lifted my leg under the table and started massaging his cock, as we made eye contact. We were saved by dinner being served! But that set the tone for the rest of the night. Sexuality was thick between us! After we finished dining, we went into the ball room and began to dance.

We danced every dance. I knew we were attracting attention and I was enjoying every minute of it. We talked, laughed and finally settled into a game of sexual teasing. Nibbling on ears, a lingering soft kiss, fingers brushing my breasts on the side as we danced. We both know how this evening is going to end. A slow tempo dance began and we danced in spins and whirls. Then he slowed down and held me close. In fact, so close I could feel his excitement through his pants. He had a huge bulge and gads did that turn me on! I pressed my pelvis close to his and we danced like that until the music was over. For a moment we didn't realize it; lost in our world of erotic feelings! Then we realized no one else was on the floor. So we stopped, laughed and went for a drink of water. It was intermission time anyway. We found a quiet little corner to visit in. Richard is holding his water glass. Taking a sip, then holding his cup in between my breasts. He lets a finger linger on my exposed cleavage and my nipples began to harden. He kisses me passionately. We hear the call that intermission was over. We return to the ballroom. The first dance is a tango. This is the moment we had been awaiting.

We had been practicing. We had talked about "our" tango being a marvelous dance of contradiction and unbridled passion. The blank face and the upper body as opposed to the rapid movement of the legs. It is a dance of power. The male part is so virile and allows masculinity to shine. The female part so sensuous and deliberate. The female body moving in perfect unison with or complimenting the male. We start and execute our moves perfectly, eye contact is constant. I can feel Richard's body as he can feel mine. We are both breathless from passion. The dance floor has emptied and everyone is standing in a circle watching our every move. I expose my legs through the dress' slit. Richard is holding me so tight. It is if we were one at times, and no one else is around. His arm or hand brushes my breasts at every opportunity. He crushes me to him and I can feel the bulge in his pants. Then the music builds to a crescendo and the finale begins. We perform a series of deliberate moves. Richard's eyes bore into me as he picks me up and holds me aloft! I gasp because his hand perfectly cups my bare pussy and I moan inaudibly. As he twirls me around above his head, with my legs posed perfectly, the dress covers me completely. Then Richard's finger slips into that soft, wet, ready cave. His thumb is on that tender nub. And to my amazement I have an orgasm in front of the crowd! Richards hand became soaked - and I struggled furiously to maintain composure.

But the orgasm is that much more intense since I dare not give in to my natural expression. Then it is over; the dance. I am back standing on the floor and Richard is holding me close and supporting me as I calm. The crowd cheered and clapped. I don't know how many realize what happened. I am sure a few did. I don't really care.

Richard escorts me out, to go where there is privacy. We want to explore more fully this marvelous passion that is so new.

- The End -

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