I glance over at Ron he smiles and raises his glass as if to make a toast.Īnother quick change of music and I'm in his arms. Our fingers meet in the middle and they interweave, locking us together. He dances closer to me, touching me with his hands, I respond with the same. 'I want to watch you dance seductively', Ron would say. His body moves with energy and grace and probably is a good fuck. I become aware of my partner: he's attractive and young, and the kind of man most girls would be proud to be seen with. The band slides into another song, no pause or time to be asked we just keep dancing. My body takes over and moves to the music, the alcohol warming my blood. The old song they're playing reminds me of another place and time. The large dance floor is crowded but there's safety in numbers. Should I tell him what I really want, what my observer wants? I answer with a nod of my head, unable to say it. My husband, Ron, sits calmly in his corner booth, sipping his drink and watching me.Ī man comes up to the bar where I'm sitting, asking me if I want to dance. The music is loud and I feel exposed in my short revealing skirt.
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