They stayed out on the floor for several numbers before returning to the bar to cool down. Beau was sweating slightly and Blondie’s face was glowing with exertion and obvious pleasure. Slipping her arm around Beau’s waist, she pulled him close…standing with her hip firmly against his thigh. The same height as me, he was a full head taller than her.
She smiled sweetly at me and said, “This guy really has some nice, sexy moves, cher, some real sexy moves.” Smiling at Beau, she gibed mischievously,
“Well, you’re right, sugar—looks like you’ve proved that part of the rumor—you have definitely got rhythm, baby.”
Just then the bandleader announced to the mostly older crowd that it was time to slow the pace a bit, a pronouncement greeted by a number of muted cheers from the older dancers and jeers from the few younger ones. Blondie looked at Beau expectantly, took both his hands in both of hers, cooing seductively,
“Well how ’bout it, handsome? I’d be awfully interested in seein’ what kinda moves you mecs noirs (black dudes) have on the slow numbers, hmm?”
Turning to me, she winked, saying, “How ’bout it, Dickie boy? You mind if your boss takes your wife out there for a little belly-rubbin’ session, hmm, cher?”
When I said nothing, she murmured, “Why don’t you just sit there an’ drink while I see if I can find out a little more about what these mecs noirs are supposed to have, d’accord?”
Beau threw me a look of startled incredulity but didn’t resist as my insistent bayou belle pulled him out into the growing mass of dancers, where they would dance the next five songs without returning to their drinks. Thankfully the crowd was large for a Monday night—a convention the bartender told me—and the place was busy.
From the bar I caught frequent glimpses through the packed, semi-darkened, dance floor and could see that from the start of the first number, Blondie had her body pressed firmly against his, and well before the end of the song she was pushing her pelvis in and rotating it against his thigh. Their significant difference in height put her crotch at the level of his middle thigh and his crotch against her belly.
It was obvious to anyone watching, that my gorgeous, blonde babe was rubbing her hot little body all over my big, black boss. Her shapely legs were enclosing one of his and her lovely bottom was twisting slowly and seductively with the music. They were smiling and talking, and several times, when Beau bent his head down, apparently to hear her better, their faces were so close I thought for a panicky moment that she might actually kiss him. That would incite a riot in this place, I was certain. I’d already noticed a few watching white people nudging each other and whispering back and forth, most probably condemning this vulgar violation of southern culture.
Beau was avoiding eye contact with me, but Blondie connected frequently, winking slyly a number of times. Once, as they slowly turned, Blondie was facing me, her face resting against his chest; she looked straight into my eyes, opened that luscious mouth and ran her tongue suggestively around her lips a couple of times. Smiling impishly, she dropped her chin to her chest, leading my gaze down to her hips just as she pushed her belly into his groin and twisted her hips with a circular grinding movement against his leg. She looked at me again, her eyes smoldering, and her lips pouting in a provocative air kiss.