It sure feels marvelous to be all dressed up and going somewhere.
The man I am currently dating, Richard, has invited me to a dance
at the country club tonight. He is a sexy, handsome man and I
enjoy his company a lot. We have not been intimate, yet. But it
is time, and we both know it will be soon. He excites me and
stirs me like none has before. I love it!
It takes me a long time to get dressed – I want to look my best.
I am wearing a black silk, ankle length, gown, black satin high
heels and white pearl jewelry. The dress is very daring. It has a
low vee neckline with cross over straps and is backless. It also
has a slit up to the thigh on both sides. I have decided to wear
no bra, no panties. I have on thigh high black silk stockings. I
prance in front of the mirror and am very pleased with the
outcome. Richard arrives and has on a black tie outfit. He looks
extremely handsome with his dark hair and eyes. He devours me
with his eyes and a sexy smile. I knew the extra expense and time
had been worthwhile. We arrive at the country club and I feel
like a princess as the valet parked the car and Richard escorted
me into the club. We went to the dining area first.
We finished ordering our meal. As we waited, we were chatting and
flirting, when I felt his hand on my thigh under the table. He
began rubbing my thigh. And he wandered higher and higher. I was
getting aroused, so I took off one shoe. I placed it under his
pants and began rubbing his leg. I lifted my leg under the table
and started massaging his cock, as we made eye contact. We were
saved by dinner being served! But that set the tone for the rest
of the night. Sexuality was thick between us! After we finished
dining, we went into the ball room and began to dance.
We danced every dance. I knew we were attracting attention and I
was enjoying every minute of it. We talked, laughed and finally
settled into a game of sexual teasing. Nibbling on ears, a
lingering soft kiss, fingers brushing my breasts on the side as
we danced. We both know how this evening is going to end. A
slow tempo dance began and we danced in spins and whirls. Then he
slowed down and held me close. In fact, so close I could feel
his excitement through his pants. He had a huge bulge and gads
did that turn me on! I pressed my pelvis close to his and we
danced like that until the music was over. For a moment we
didn’t realize it; lost in our world of erotic feelings! Then we
realized no one else was on the floor. So we stopped, laughed and
went for a drink of water. It was intermission time anyway. We
found a quiet little corner to visit in. Richard is holding his
water glass. Taking a sip, then holding his cup in between my
breasts. He lets a finger linger on my exposed cleavage and my
nipples began to harden. He kisses me passionately. We hear the
call that intermission was over. We return to the ballroom. The
first dance is a tango. This is the moment we had been awaiting.
We had been practicing. We had talked about “our” tango being a
marvelous dance of contradiction and unbridled passion. The
blank face and the upper body as opposed to the rapid movement of
the legs. It is a dance of power. The male part is so virile and
allows masculinity to shine. The female part so sensuous and
deliberate. The female body moving in perfect unison with or
complimenting the male. We start and execute our moves
perfectly, eye contact is constant. I can feel Richard’s body as
he can feel mine. We are both breathless from passion. The dance
floor has emptied and everyone is standing in a circle watching
our every move. I expose my legs through the dress’ slit. Richard
is holding me so tight. It is if we were one at times, and no one
else is around. His arm or hand brushes my breasts at every
opportunity. He crushes me to him and I can feel the bulge in
his pants. Then the music builds to a crescendo and the finale
begins. We perform a series of deliberate moves. Richard’s eyes
bore into me as he picks me up and holds me aloft! I gasp because
his hand perfectly cups my bare pussy and I moan inaudibly. As
he twirls me around above his head, with my legs posed perfectly,
the dress covers me completely. Then Richard’s finger slips into
that soft, wet, ready cave. His thumb is on that tender nub. And
to my amazement I have an orgasm in front of the crowd! Richards
hand became soaked – and I struggled furiously to maintain
composure.
But the orgasm is that much more intense since I dare not give in
to my natural expression. Then it is over; the dance. I am back
standing on the floor and Richard is holding me close and
supporting me as I calm. The crowd cheered and clapped. I don’t
know how many realize what happened. I am sure a few did. I don’t
really care.
Richard escorts me out, to go where there is privacy. We want to
explore more fully this marvelous passion that is so new.