“What do you think Jane?” Sarah’s voice penetrated her thoughts.
“Sorry. I zoned out for a minute, this chocolate is hypnotic,” Jane smiled, casting her eyes over him briefly before turning to her host.
“You must stop complimenting me, I will get a big head.” Sarah scolded gently. “Excuse me for a few minutes, I have to pop to the bathroom.”
As she left the room, Tom stood up and poked the fire again, squatting in front of the crackling flames. Jane quickly put her cup back on the tray and stood up. As he stretched his arm out to grab a log, he felt her fingertips stroke across his shoulder. Rooted to the spot he stopped. Her fingers trailed down the length of his back. She crouched behind him. Her hands pushed under his shirt and began to stroke his belly and chest, the only movement he made was a sharp intake of breath and an involuntary twitch in his trousers. She pressed her breasts into his back as she leaned forward to kiss his neck with soft, damp lips.
Hearing toilet flush and the bathroom door open, she raised up and retook her seat on the couch and picked up her mug. Meeting his eyes with hers, she smiled.
Tom sat back and let his blood course through him, his heart was racing and the caffeine was helping. He reasoned that this was the moment he must grasp. The circumstances would never combine like this again. He smiled what must have been a goofy smile towards the women and relaxed back into his chair.
“You look like the cat who got the cream Tom,” Sarah said, crossing the room to the couch.
“I couldn’t be happier than here with you both tonight,” he replied.
“Ahhh,” the women responded in unison.
“How about a nostalgia disco? I can hook my phone up to your speakers,” Jane said as she fumbled for her phone.
With a bit of messing about they were shuffling through Jane’s favourite tracks and building a song list. Tom had come to watch as Sarah and Jane flicked through all their 70’s and 80’s favourites. Tom watched as the women, both softened by good food and wine, giggled at the memories of their youth as they oooh’d and ahhh’d through the hits of the time. He had a full view of Sarah’s scooped top and Jane’s, by now, half opened blouse. He sat on the arm of the chair as he watched losing all sense of restraint and control.
The song list was started, the phone was set to one side and Tom watched as they danced around to their favourites. With arms raised above their heads, their denim clad hips and bottoms swayed with the flow of the music.
Tom couldn’t help but chuckle as they put their cheeks together to sing along with a chorus of a classic song of their day. He silently gave thanks that they were young and wild before the days of karaoke and social media – they would have been dangerous!
A misplaced leg kick by Sarah during a rendering of an anthem resulted in a half full cup of coffee, still on the low table, overturning, spilling its contents onto the floor splashing dark stains on her white jeans.
“Damn, these are new!” she exclaimed, “sorry guys, I have to go and sort this out.”