The penetrating, stench of beer comes towards me when I enter the club on my own. The music starts playing and the audience sways back and forth on their chairs to the hypnotic rhythm. I mingle and say hi to a few friends. Some offer me a drink, which I politely accept. It doesn’t take long before I feel intoxicated by the alcohol, it takes me to another dimension. The beat of the music enters my nerve system, every beat knocks harder on my spine.
I do Away with all sorrows. My body gets more relaxed the more I let go of all stress. My arms start to sway, like scarves waving in a soft breeze. My hips start following the rhythm of my arms, they move on their own, smooth like the waves of the ocean. My mind releases itself from all fears, worries and the demands of every day life. Responsibilities disappear like snow in the sun. My whole being engages itself in the music.
I’m on the dance floor now, moving to the catchy beat of the music. My thoughts are not with the lesbians on my right, nor with the groupies on the left, and not even with the attractive couple in front of me. I am lost in my own uninhibited movement. A direct connection with the music.
It’s getting more and more crowded on the floor; A heavy odor spreading. A shiny layer of sweat spreading over my body, AS the moistness between my legs increases. The beat keeps going. It rocks me increasingly further in a mild state of relaxation. So many people are dancing now that arms, legs and hips touch each other.
But the one behind me feels different. I can’t tell who it is. I’m lost in the music and don’t want to turn around. Every now and then a knee gently touches my butt, a hand touching my hip. No matter how hypnotizing the music is, this dancer ruthlessly penetrates my high state of mind. I want to go a few steps forward, but the mass of feet before me force me back. I stumble. I turn a bit to the side to avoid crashing back but my hips unavoidably press against the hardness I recognize all too well. My body begins to ache to be touched, while my back, hips and butt slowly get used to the movements of the stranger. His hands lead my hips, while we dance in sync.
At this point my heart skips a beat when my butt or hips touch him. His hands stay on my hips, they slowly pull me closer until I feel his shoulders, his belt against my spine. The music presses me against him. I don’t panic because the touch, the contact, even the scent of this strange man is familiar. His hands caress my breasts, my nipples harden by his touch. For just a moment a sobering fear enters me, but then I see everyone is so into the music they don’t even notice us there.
The stranger lures me back into his environment. I give myself over to his gentle force. His arms surround me and we sway as one to the music. My hips react uncontrollably, as they press back against him. His hands slide very discretely underneath my skirt. Effortlessly he pulls down my panties and his fingers begin to give me a sensual massage to the beat of the music. He emphasises each droning beat of the bass with a deep thrust. My only fear now is that the music will come to its climax before I do. The tension increases. The music doesn’t know how to stop. I tremble, breathing hard and hot.
Instinctively I press my butt against his groin. He plays with me until I start to moan. I turn my head a little, but all I can see is a little black hair. It’s okay. I know who he is. He keeps massaging my moistness, and takes my breath away, makes me gasp for air. A feeling of cold fire spreads itself through my body, which makes me feel I keep floating on heavy and hot air. I fall apart in an outburst of explosions, while his body shakes to the rhythm of my body. My knees are starting to weaken. He catches me when I threaten to fall, holds me until I recover my balance.
The music stops and the audience is ecstatic. I turn around to kiss my dance partner. A poor thank you for such a special dance. I wink at him, letting him know we will continue this dance in the privacy of our home.
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