I pulled back, not recoiling but just a reflex. You don’t feel the erection of strange men. He danced on as if nothing had happened. He didn’t pull me closer, didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. I began to doubt my thoughts; it was just my overactive imagination and all that giggling talk of his penis.
I relaxed into him again. As before, my breasts made contact with him, I felt them rubbing against him. Then my tummy rubbed against him. This time I didn’t immediately move back. I just wanted to be sure that what I was feeling was his penis. I moved my body, rubbed my stomach across him, it was very hard. It was his penis, his erect penis. “Wow! What the hell am I doing? “, I thought. The dance ended. He continued to hold my hand but this time I lead him back to our table. That was it. No more dancing with him I thought.
Nothing seemed to change after that dinner dance. We had the same neighborly chats with the Pratts. I didn’t tell Sue what had happened. Well, one thing had changed. I found myself thinking about that dance, about Sue seeing his penis, about feeling my breasts rubbing against him.
New Years approached. Some of the homeowners began talking of having a New Years Eve party. Only about half the group decided to do it so we ended up with a record party in the community recreation hall. Tom liked the idea because he hated going out. It was a potluck after which we played old records and danced.
I told myself not to repeat the events of the previous party but when Sybil insisted that I give her a break from dancing with her husband I couldn’t say no. As before, music began with fast tunes and then someone slipped in a slow number. It was almost like a little devil was sitting on my shoulder saying, “Do it Martha”. I didn’t resist in the least as Martin put his hand on my waist and began gliding us around the floor. Someone turned the lights down. This time we were informally dressed. Instead of a thick suit, Martin wore light slacks and polo shirt. I had on a blouse and long skirt. This time when my breasts began to rub against him I could feel his body heat. My nipples got hard and I wondered if he could feel them. My stomach bumped occasionally against him, against that hard erect penis that I had felt before. One song led to another, another slow number.
Each time my stomach rubbed against his penis, I could feel his hand on my waist, very lightly pulling me into him. Never overt, never more than just a gentle squeeze. All the time he chatted as if it wasn’t happening, as if I wasn’t rubbing my breasts against his mid-riff, as if his hard penis wasn’t pressing into my stomach.
Finally, near the end of the song, I pulled back rather abruptly and obviously.
“Oops, forgive me Martha. You follow me so well that I forget that we haven’t been dancing together for years. I didn’t mean to get to close.” He held me back at arms length as he looked down into my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump back like that. I mean I really enjoy dancing with you. It’s just that I, uh…well; I don’t want you to get the wrong idea… I mean…”