“It’s my fault Martha. I’m afraid when a man is close to a beautiful woman there are some things that just happen. I’m sure you’ve bumped into that problem before.” he chuckled.
“That’s ok. I know men can’t help it. Not that it happens very much. I mean I don’t dance very often.” I felt myself stammering.
“We can go sit down if you want to stop. But I must tell you it will end my dancing tonight. Sybil has a sore ankle and told me that she doesn’t want to dance.”
“Welllll, I don’t want to be a party pooper. I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything.”
“I have only the very best impression of you Martha. After all, we’re both adults and understand that certain events are simply biological reactions. I can’t stop them and must confess to a certain vicarious pleasure feeling a beautiful woman gracefully moving in unison with me on the dance floor. But I promise to keep some space between us.” His words flowed out accompanied by light laughter.
The music was playing again and we just automatically began another slow dance.
“Do you really think I’m a good dancer? Or are you just being the gentleman?”
“I do think you are a good dancer Martha. It’s obvious that you haven’t danced very much but you have a sense of rhythm.”
Our bodies bumped together. He made an obvious move to separate.
“Don’t worry Martin. You don’t have to jump back every time we bump.”
I moved against him. I wanted to feel my body pressing against him, against his erect penis. Soon we were dancing tightly together. When I rubbed my stomach against his hardness, his hand on my waist would gently pull me in. I could feel my nipples get hard, was sure that he could feel them pressing into him. I could feel his erection move as my tummy rubbed against him. I felt the warmth between my legs as body became excited. I knew that my panties had become wet. I was in vicarious pleasure heaven. I had this feeling that I was being extremely wicked and I was enjoying it. Then the music ended.
We re-joined Sybil and Tom at the table. It was almost midnight. At midnight every one cheered and yelled. I kissed Tom long and hard, partly because I was feeling guilty about dancing with Martin, about rubbing against his erection, and pressing my breasts against him. Martin and Sybil were next to us, locked in an embrace. I could see Martin’s hand on her bottom, clearly pulling her tightly into him and I knew that she was grinding into his very hard erection. They broke and Sybil grabbed my Tom and hugged him, she had turned him so that his back was to me. Martin whispered “May I’ to me as he opened his arms. I hugged him and allowed him to kiss me, then as I felt his hand on my bottom. I opened my mouth and French-kissed, feeling him pull me into him I ground hard against that hard erection. Then it was over.
That night I had wild dreams of sex. I hadn’t had dreams like that since I was a teen. The next morning I had horrible nightmares of what I had done. Thank heaven for Sue. I had to talk and she was happy to listen. We decided that nothing really bad had transpired. Once again, I was thinking – that’s it, never again. Yet I still found myself thinking about dancing, about the kiss.