The Dance

By Irish Eyes

Music is in my blood. It moves me, it fills me, it demands expression. I may not be the most graceful woman. I don't have a perfect voice. I don't have long shapely legs for dancing, but when music moves me to sing or dance, it doesn't matter. I heard someone say once that you know when you have music inside you because you don't just want it, you need it!

I've always loved music. I can't really play an instrument (although I can pick out the tune on a keyboard or piano, it's not really playing). I had my first opportunity to sing a few years ago when I was invited to sing in a praise music group at church. I had no formal training, but I learned quickly. My soprano voice got better, stronger and clearer. Standing behind a microphone and singing to hundreds of people was one of the most amazing experiences I'd ever had. I felt the music moving me to sing and I saw the reactions of the congregation. I forgot to feel self-conscious or nervous, and just let it go. Unfortunately, after a few years, the group disbanded and I returned to just singing in the congregation, old hymns and traditional music rather than the more contemporary, uplifting music I loved. I didn't want to sing in the traditional choir because I can't really sing and stand still!! I need to move with the music. Although I couldn't sing praise music publicly anymore, I continued to sing whenever I could just for my own enjoyment and enlightenment, rowing on the lake, driving in my car, walking down the street.

As I began to evolve after my divorce (probably even before that), I kept trying to find ways to express myself with music. Of course, my ex-husband never really understood this and it became one of many ways that I grew apart from him. When I was free, I started hanging out at a downtown pub (something my ex- would never have done). The people were friendly and the music started to reawaken in me. I heard music I'd never heard before, mostly rock from the 80's and 90's that I had completely missed, being married and having children at the time. There was also Celtic rock, beautiful ballads, and energy pumping music- all new to me.

I was excited to find that sometime during my long marriage, an important change had taken place. No longer was it necessary for women to wait by the sidelines hoping to get asked to dance. As a woman who had never been asked to a dance (and didn't get to dance at the few dances I went to solo), this was very liberating!! I could dance! I didn't have to wait for someone to dance with me. I could just get up and dance, by myself, with other women, in a group of people, whatever!!

I started off cautiously, just dancing in my seat at a patio table- a sort of chair dance! Within a short time, I was up on my feet dancing to some of the songs I knew, singing along when I knew the words. At times, I was the only person dancing at all. I didn't care what anyone else thought. I wasn't dancing for them!! I knew that my style was pretty unique- no formal dance style at all, just moving the way the music let me. Occasionally, I would glimpse people staring and maybe even pointing at me, but most of the time when I was dancing, I was in my own zone. My feet didn't always cooperate, but I wasn't in a dance contest. This was my own personal expression of how I felt!

One night, I had a date to meet a friend for dinner at the pub. It was a Friday night and my favorite band was going to be playing. My friend arrived (I'll call him Sam) and we ate dinner in one of the little snugs (a slightly secluded area with just a couple of tables allowing more privacy). Now, I've had a fantasy of playing in one of the snugs. Snuggling up with a man (maybe one I've known for a while, maybe one I've just met and had an attraction to). I tried it once, but it didn't go anywhere. I probably scared off the poor man with my directness!! But I've always thought it would be interesting to sit in the back corner of the snug and see what kind of fun we could have without anyone else noticing. Always the chance that a person passing by (there are no doors) might notice that my date has his hand up my shirt caressing my breast as we kiss passionately in the corner. Or that the wait staff might see his hand sliding under my skirt as they serve us drinks. Could I get out of my panties in such a place without anyone knowing? Could I let a man finger fuck me in public? Could I stay quiet and calm to all outward appearances while I get hot and dripping wet and have a lovely orgasm surrounded by strangers? All questions, no answers.

Well, Sam was a gentleman and, although we were discussing sex (which is what I always talk about!!), he stayed on his side of the table and I stayed on mine. After we ate, I heard the band warming up and told Sam that I wanted to go listen to the music. We got our jackets (it was getting cold out) and went out to the patio where a very small dance area was located (the pub was doing some construction and the usual dance area had been blocked off). I smiled at the band members (since I'm such a regular, they all know me and I always speak with them while they are setting up their equipment).

The band started with some of the music I had only recently learned and started to love. Music with a strong beat and some sensual melodies. Of course, I'd learned the words already and sang along. I was standing, just swaying to the music. I noticed that Sam was singing along as well (although I couldn't hear him over the music, he seemed to know the lyrics). I started dancing in my own little space, moving my hips, moving my body with the music. Letting the rhythm, the melody, and the harmony wash over me. I saw that Sam was sort of dancing, more like just swaying with the music, but we weren't really dancing together. Each of us doing their own thing.

As usual, I noticed a few people watching me dance. I caught a few eyes from some people I know (some of the other regulars) who were a little surprised to see me there with a date. Since we were dancing rather close to the door, I would see some of my friends pass by, occasionally stopping to give me a kiss or a hug. Once or twice, I introduced Sam to someone, and then returned to my dancing.

Because of the small dance area, we were right in front of the band. It was loud and the energy was very high. At one time, the lead singer stepped up on the railing at the edge of the band area and stood on the table we were standing nearest. I carefully grabbed our drinks out of the way, but I had no fear. The musician frequently stood on things (including the roof at times!!) and apparently had good balance. I looked at Sam and laughed. I had taken off my jacket (even though it was cold outdoors, I was heating up!!). I'm wearing a forest green ballet style dress with long sleeves and a scoop neck (not too low, but my breasts were pushed up near the edge of the neckline). The dress is velvet smooth and has a flirty skirt that moves with me.

The next song started slow and sexy. Sam was standing behind me, not really pressed up against my ass, but near enough for me to know he was there. My hips started to move, very slowly, picking up the sensual rhythms of the song. I felt Sam's hands at my waist, then slowly sliding up my sides. Teasingly, while I danced, his hands moved along my sides, brushing the sides of my hips, sliding up my side and over my arms. I leaned back into him a little and felt him kissing my neck. As I danced, I raised my arms up and felt his hands slide from my uplifted arms, down my side, within a hair's breadth of my breasts, down to my hips. Tracing a path. Causing me to catch my breath!! I am filled with this music, filled with the rhythm of the dance, filled with desire for the man whose hands are on my body!! He carefully avoids any actual contact with my breasts or my ass, but I am longing for his touch. If he had touched me, cupped my ass with his hands, pressed his erection against me, cupped my breasts or touched a nipple, I'm sure I would have had an orgasm right there on the dance floor in front of a hundred people!! So, it's probably a good thing he was being careful!! If sex is considered to be the horizontal expression of a dance, can't dancing be the vertical expression of sex??? I may never listen to that particular song the same way again!

When the song was over, I was so hot so I downed my glass of water and looked at Sam. "Would you like to go now?" I asked. He smiled and nodded (it was too loud around us to talk much). On the way out, I run into a few more people I know and receive more hugs as we worked our way through the crowd. We get out to the street (only slightly quieter) and I ask Sam if he wants to come back to my house. He says "Of course!" We had arrived in separate cars, so we have to each head off to our vehicles. I drive like a "Bat Out of Hell" occasionally, and this was no exception. I wanted to get to my house first.

When Sam arrives, I meet him at the door with a kiss. His arms enfold me and pull me closer to his body. The kiss gets deeper (if possible) and I shudder with a tiny orgasm. We move into my room, and he stands behind me as he did in the dance. This time his hands move uninhibitedly over my body. His fingers brush the edges of my breasts, reaching around from behind. His hands cup my breast and his fingers find my nipples through my clothes and bra and there is a quick but intentional pinch. My breath catches as I feel the nerve endings ignite from my nipples to my clitoris!! His hands move down my sides again. Copying the moves he made while I was dancing, but moving his hands over my ass, lightly pressing into the flesh (still with my clothes on).

I am definitely HOT, now!! His fingers reach the edge of my dress hem and very, very slowly start sliding the dress edge up the side of my hip. Hmmmmmm. He reaches around and brushes my ass again as he lifts the dress up over my ass, exposing my black Victoria Secret panties which are rapidly getting wet!! Slowly and deliberately, he lifts the dress even higher, kissing the back of my neck as I start to moan a bit. His hands follow the path he followed earlier in the dance, sliding the dress up my sides, over my breasts (which he barely grazes as he goes by), and finally over my head and off of my arms. His hands slide back down my arms and down my sides as I stand there in my bra and panties. I am nearly weak in the knees; I'm so filled with desire, lust, anticipation!! Me, the woman who loves slow, sensual sex, is dying for him to speed things up!! I want more!!!

He unfastens my bra (still standing behind me) and removes it. Finally, his hands caress my bare breasts, softly, firmly, squeezing the nipples again. I am torn. I want to lean back onto this man and completely submit to his hands. I want him to own my breasts, my ass, my pussy- take complete control of my body and drive me insane (not too far to go by now!!) At the same time, I want to be active. I want to take the energy that I got from dancing and turn it into an all-out sexual adventure, both of us touching, exploring, leading and following, until we are both exhausted and unable to move. It's still a dance, a wonderful sensual dance that will leave me filled with passion.

What would you do??
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The End