1 comments/ 20647 views/ 3 favorites Dance Class By: 1sexygirl You know your girl well: always up for an adventure, always interested in trying new things, the more active and challenging, the better... you've often said it - the sexiest thing you've ever laid eyes on. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised you when I told you that I was taking pole dancing lessons. Or maybe you weren't surprised that I was doing it, but more surprised at your luck! Who would believe this? And so the long tease began. You have fantasized about me stripping since long before I ever took a single class. From the moment I told you I signed up for private lessons you've had a hard on just thinking of ways you might enjoy my new hobby. Now as you sit in the lounge at the dance school, your senses are over stimulated in this sexy new world. Lights are low every where, setting a mood immediately. All the girls are hot and scantily dressed, even the receptionist, a pretty Asian girl who goes by the name Plum. You sit on a low slung, modern black leather couch across from the large observation window of the main studio. It looks like one would imagine any dance studio would, except for the two neat rows of shiny chrome poles, plus one perched on a stage in front. Mirrors line the walls of the studio, reflecting the beautiful sexy bodies now filing out of the class that has just finished. Black sheer curtains hang in the doorway at the opposite end of the studio, giving a hint of mystery and causing you to wonder what lies beyond. We've talked about you coming to the studio to watch my class but had not specifically discussed today. You wanted to surprise me and didn't want me to be preoccupied by your presence. So you waited at the cafe next door until you received the note I always send before I shut off my phone, "ok sweetheart, your pussycat's about to go wag her tail. I'll call you after I finish dance class. Kisses!" Figuring I was in back changing, you made yourself comfortable in the lounge area at the front of the studio and waited eagerly. Just then you spot Susie, the teacher I've told you about. Mmmmmm, she is a hot little vixen. You drink up the picture of her as she bends over to turn on the music, unaware she is being watched, yet certainly used to it. A petite, incredibly toned girl, she has the lithe body of someone who has danced her entire life. Loose ringlets of dark hair cascade down her back, her long lean legs looking like a snack offered up on a stiletto platter, and her ass... who ever thought anything could look so perfect, so beautiful... My god, we haven't even gotten started yet! The music starts to thump, Susie's hips start to sway instinctively. She glances at the clock, and at that moment you see me walk out from behind the sheer black drapes at the back of the studio. Your heart skips and your cock gets even harder at the sight you are taking in. You've seen me dress sexy to go out, you've certainly seen me dressed sexy to stay in... But you've never seen me dressed to strip. Your eyes try desperately to soak up the entire picture, but where to start? Your heart pounds and your head spins. You know you're looking at me, but it's all so different. Yes, I look dressed as if I've gone to a dance class, but it's just turning you on like nothing you've ever felt. The skimpy cut off top clings precariously to my large firm breasts. You strain to see if you can catch a glimpse of those firm fleshy globes peeking out from underneath, but you will have to wait for that. The short top exposes my narrow waist and deliciously defined abs. You hear a little voice growl inside you as your eyes follow the curving trail from my waist down to the flare of my hips and the roundness of my ass. You love my toned legs, and they look like they go on forever balanced on top of the unmistakable stripper shoes. Six inches of clear Lucite strapped around my ankles... maybe that's why everything else looks so damn hot. Maybe it's the music thumping, the dim lights... Hell, who knows! All you know is that you are watching your girl, barely dressed, standing next to a pole, about to dance... And you feel like you could cum right now... Susie begins to walk through the first sequence, and you watch me as I observe her. Then I follow, doing the same prance around the pole, hips swaying, toes pointed, back arched, chest out... She continues, marking off different sequences, I follow each time, until finally we start to put them together and practice them over and over. You hear her critiques, "Look at the pole, ok, now look out." You watch me respond, adapting in little measures each time, until a dance emerges and you can not believe what you are seeing. You're sure I must have realized by now you're there, but maybe not... Susie says something about running through it all together one last time. I do the slow walk around the pole, one hand holding on as I lean out to the side, my tight abs pronounced by the movement, my breasts displayed beautifully. Then you watch in amazement as I toss my head around and do a movement up and down the pole, my long chestnut hair flying. Another prance around the pole, my breasts heaving as I breathe deeply, then I stop, ass to you and bend forward, hands wrapped around the pole, legs straight, back flat -- giving you a full view of my ass, as my legs bend slightly then straighten, slowly, one then the other, back and forth... and you imagine my pussy, hot and wet, rubbing together between my thighs. You wonder how you are going to restrain yourself much longer... I arch my back as I stand back up, another prance around the pole and then the move you've been waiting for... Hands behind me, on the pole, I lean backwards into a complete arch and slide all the way down the pole till I've dropped all the way backwards. Breasts showing from under the skimpy t shirt, ass tight and exposed as the little shorts crawl up, belly flat as a board... I pause in the impossible arch for a moment, then slowly come back up to saunter around the pole again. I pause while facing you unknowingly and take a step into the pole, breasts and legs straddling it while I drop down and toss my head back, hair swaying while my hips slide ever so slightly up and down, giving the look as if I'm rubbing my pussy on that pole. You can tell I'm breathing heavy, you know I must be turned on. You know me well enough to know I must be soaked right now! I slide back up it provocatively and you see Susie approach me. You can't hear what's being said, but you realize it's the conclusion of the class. Susie speaks briefly with me, standing very close. You see me smile and nod, obviously breathing hard following the hour long class. You watch as we hug, a sight that would stir you on any regular day but in this setting is almost too much! Susie exits and I walk to the back of the studio and disappear behind the sheer black curtain. Seeing you opportunity you follow after me without even thinking how you might do this, but you're not really up for thinking at the moment. You peek behind the sheer black curtain and can't see much in the dim light. There's an exit and a couple of doors. You tap on the first door and hear my voice, "Just a moment." You reply quietly, "Pussycat, it's me." I open the door and you charge into the changing room, your eyes riveted on me. The image of me dancing is burning in your mind as you step to me, press me against the wall and kiss me deeply. You feel the heat from my body still panting, glistening with sweat from the long workout. Your hands rove the length of me, feeling the curve of my hips narrow as they meet my waist, up the long firm side of my abdomen where your hands meet the weighty roundness of my breasts protruding. Your thumbs brush over my nipples, feeling the hard tip roll under your touch, eliciting a breathy gasp from me. My hands pull at your back, drawing you closer to me, sliding all the way down to your waist. I pull your shirt from your pants, tugging it up over your broad shoulders till I fling it to the side. You press your hands on my belly firmly, I know you love feeling the tiny proportion of it compared my large breasts, and firmly you slide your hands upwards, under the skimpy cut off t shirt to find my breasts. You do not even wait to tear it off me, your mouth is on me, devouring my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples, moaning, breathing heavy, overcome by your need to be inside me. You yank my shorts and they fall clear down to the high heeled stripper shoes I still wear. I am tugging at your pants and you drop them in a second, springing your cock to freedom. I moan out loud at the sight, you are harder and bigger than I have ever seen you! "Oh my god...." I say as you pin me back to the wall and in one deep thrust, you enter me, feeling the warmth and wetness of my pussy wrap right around the length of your cock. "Uhhh! Oh god, oh my god yes!! Fuck me like that!!" I whisper the breathy command in your ear, my mouth up and down your neck, your ear, biting you sucking you, kissing you... You thrust into me deeply, your mind racing through the visual snapshots of me dancing around the pole, sliding up and down, my breasts and legs wrapped around it... You must have me, you must possess this body, you must make it your own in a way only you can. You pull out of me, spin me around and bend me over, plunging your rock hard cock right back into the depths of my pussy, causing me to cry out in ecstasy. This is what you have wanted, to be inside me, stretching me wide with your raging hard on, pounding deeply inside me so I feel every inch of your desire. You see my tits bouncing from the force of your thrusts and reach forward to tug at the hard round nipple, eliciting more moans from me. You can feel an orgasm boiling up from deep inside of you, you can feel my pussy tight around you and you must decide whether to bring me over the edge or make me wait... You decide to make me cum, but not with out a little payment first. You reach your hand back to my ass and level a firm slap square in the center leaving a little redness to mark your spot. The sight of that -- and sound of my unsuspecting yelp -- spurs you on. You slap again, and again, this time faster, taking in the sight of my ass bouncing under the weight of your hand. "Irresistible," you think to yourself, "that ass is irresistible..." and you are momentarily mesmerized as you watch your cock, long and hard, sliding in and out of my pussy, covered in my wetness, ass bouncing, engulfing you, enticing you, teasing you. You slap one more time, hard and then run your thumb over that tight little hole, delving in roughly, downward into the slippery tight wetness. I strain back against you, "Yes! Tease my ass like that!!" I call out, nearly senseless. I reach up, grabbing my breasts and pinch the nipples hard. I can not last much longer and moan loudly, "That's it, fuck me like that! You're going to make me cum!" I moan and whimper, begging you to release me... And with that last little encouragement, you let loose on me, pounding my pussy, stretching my ass with your thumb and then a slap across the ass again sending me over the edge. Waves of orgasm spread across my body, electricity pulsing from my ass to my breasts back down to my pussy, throbbing, tingling, floating weightless and then back down. I shout a deep breathy moan, whimpering and bucking, writhing around you until you must let go just at the sight of me... You slam deeply, even more so if possible, grabbing my hips and pulling me back forcefully into you as you let go load after load, moaning loudly as you fill the depths of my pussy, your entire body shaking as you are overcome by primal sensations, physical and visual. Your mind is a swirl of sensory overload, thoughts of the sexy pole dancing, the incredible fucking, the sensations, the sounds, the smells... Your heart and mind are still racing as we collapse on the bench next to us, leaning back against the wall. I remind you with a sly smile, "I haven't even stripped for you, yet!" Dance Class The time that I spent with Lynn, the girl I had met at the gym after my divorce, was rather blissful in many ways. Not only was she fun to be around and a great conversationalist, but she loved to try new things. This I consider a very positive attribute in a woman. Not just new restaurants and the like, but actually learning new things. Expanding our horizons, so to speak. One of the things we did together as a couple was to take ballroom dance lessons. Prior to this time, my idea of dance was something you did at weddings after a few drinks. I am admittedly not much of a dancer. I have to say I admire those dancers you see on TV. I often envied their grace and athleticism. I sometimes imagined myself at some event, tossing my date in the air in the middle of the dance floor while everyone present looked on in wonder. Hopefully, I would be able to catch her on the way down. Those occasional thoughts of wowing the audience on the dance floor at some relatives wedding were never enough to get me to take dance lessons. My watching competitive ballroom dancing on the television and imagining myself and a date in the spotlight seemed like something that had little or no chance of ever really happening. It ranked right up there with ultimate fighting. I sometimes imagined myself in the ring while watching the UFC, but I knew better than to ever let that happen. Until I met Lynn, I felt the same way about ballroom dancing. Lynn somehow had remarkably persuasive powers over me. Probably something to do with the fact that she was a hot looking, athletic woman who was good in bed. It was not hard for her to get me to do almost anything and she knew it. So, when her and I went down to the local dance studio and enrolled ourselves in ballroom dance classes, I did have my misgivings. In the back of my mind I somehow thought this was only going to end up with me making a huge fool of myself. I was always fairly athletic, but dancing was something that just never seemed to come natural. Perhaps because my heart was never truly into it. Then again, maybe if I had a partner dressed like those ballroom dancers you see on television it might be a different story. We paid our dues after listening to a fifteen minute speech by the instructor and headed home. Our classes were to take place every Tuesday night at eight. I had mixed emotions as I drove home that night. For the most part I felt that I really could not make too much of a fool out of myself surrounded by other beginners, yet I still had my reservations. When Tuesday night finally arrived, Lynn and I drove the twenty minutes to the local dance studio. Lynn was much more excited about the whole thing than I was. It would be more accurate to say I was more nervous than excited, though I somehow resisted the temptation to stop at a bar for a few drinks to calm my nerves along the way. After parking the car we made our way into the dance studio. We were about ten minutes early when we made our way into the big room. It was a sparse room with few adornments other than the folding chairs which lined the walls. People were standing around chatting, waiting for the lessons to begin. Looking around, I counted a total of sixteen people, eight couples in all. Most seemed casually dressed, like ourselves, and my initial impression was that everyone was fairly friendly and easygoing. That was a definite plus. Several minutes later our instructors walked in carrying a portable sound system which they set up in the front of the room. They were an attractive couple in their thirties, I would guess. Judging from their accents, I would have to say they were from South America. I guess it would be nice to learn Latin dances from real Latin Americans I thought to myself. Later I found out they were indeed from Argentina and had been teaching dance most of their lives. Carlos and Maria stood in front of the room and gave a brief talk about the different types of ballroom dances following their initial introductions. They had an easy going air about them and punctuated their conversation with occasional laughter. This no doubt helped put everyone at ease, myself at least. When their talk was over they followed it with a demonstration of the various dances while the music played in the background. I could not help but be impressed by the ease of which they glided across the dance floor as us sixteen students stood back and looked on. After the talk and demonstration, the sixteen students were divided into groups of four, two couples per group. This made it easy for one of our instructors to spend time with each of the groups and it also allowed us the opportunity to switch partners within the group. Lynn and I were paired off with an attractive couple who introduced themselves as Ron and Jillian. I would have to say Jill, as she called herself, was around my age or slightly younger. Her husband Ron was about ten years older than her. Ron and Jill seemed a pleasant enough couple, which was nice since we would be working closely with them for the duration of the lessons. Ron was by far the most talkative of the two, a very gregarious sort of guy. He informed us that he is a vice-president of a major investment bank. Jill apparently spent her days involved in charity work. One only had to look at her expensive yet tasteful jewelry and clothing to imagine a woman who's biggest worry was how to donate the couple's excess money. Lynn and Ron's shared gift of gab assured their was never a lull in the conversation. Jill by contrast, had a quiet reticence which would seem a put-off to some. She rarely seemed to look you in the eye, but when she did her big brown eyes displayed a remarkable intensity. Far from being put off, I was quite intrigued. Our instructors made their rounds as we were given some basic waltz steps. Lynn and I moved easily to the rhythm of the music coming from the portable stereo. Carlos and Maria's easy going manner helped me relax and I was able to get into the groove more than I would have expected. Lynn was more of a natural and needed little coaxing. After a period of time, we were instructed to change partners. It was my turn to dance with Jill. I walked up to her and offered my hand. She accepted and we began to move together in time to the music. This quiet, reticent woman seemed to somehow come alive on the dance floor. Those eyes which seemed so intense yet distant otherwise, took on a certain playfulness. Her curly brown hair framed a face which began to reveal a newfound joy. It was as if someone had taken a key and unlocked a cell door which had been imprisoning her very soul. As we moved around the dance floor, our movements locked in rhythm. It was as if time stood still as this otherwise reserved woman seemed to somehow come alive in my arms. Watching a certain glow unfold across her pretty face was causing me to have feelings which were best not shared with Lynn. That night, on the way home, Lynn and I discussed our first dance lesson. We both agreed that taking dance class was a good move. Lynn and I thoroughly enjoyed our first class, though perhaps not for the same reasons. The rest of the week, I could not get Jill out of my mind. I sat at work thinking about the girl who mysteriously came alive on the dance floor. Sitting there, I was truly looking forward to my next dance class. As time went on and our dance lessons progressed, we gradually got to the Latin dances. I was admittedly looking forward to the Rumba, or Argentine Rumba as our Argentine instructors so properly called it. Lynn took to the Rumba like a fish to water. It was fun dancing with her as her moves were always light and fluid. Her natural athleticism always shined through on the dance floor and her Rumba moves were certainly no exception. When it came time to dance with Jill the experience was quite different as our hands joined and our fingers touched. Whereas Linda was playful, Jill was passionate. Jill displayed a fire in her eyes as she took to the dance floor. Our instructors had explained the Rumba is a seduction of the hips, and Jill seemed to know this instinctively. Her movements were truly seductive as she moved her hips at times with animalistic abandon. It was as if a fire inside was causing her blood to boil. At times, our hips would move together locked in rhythm as if we were joined. It wasn't as if she just enjoyed dancing, it was more as if she truly needed to. When the dance was over, we both returned to our original partners. Lynn came over and grabbed my hand trying to get my attention. My mind was, however, a million miles away. As I watched Jill morph back into her usual reticent self, my thoughts could not help but start racing through my head. On the way home in the car that night, Lynn asked me if I thought Jill was attractive. "Yes, she is an attractive girl." I replied, "Ron is certainly a lucky man." At least I didn't lie. I was certainly being honest with both my statements. Jill was most certainly an attractive girl and Ron was indeed a lucky man. If she came alive so passionately on the dance floor, I can only imagine in my wildest dreams what she might be like in the bedroom. A couple of weeks later, it was announced there would be a big party when the classes came to an end. It would be a dress affair at a fairly posh hotel in the area. It would be a chance for all of us students to show off what we had learned in a more proper environment. There would be a real band playing music as well. Besides that, there would be good food and drink. Sounded good to me. Lynn was really looking forward to the event and I was as well. She went out and bought a new dark blue dress for the occasion. Women generally don't need a good reason to go out dress shopping, but this was indeed a good one. I would wear a dark blue suit I had so that we would sort of match. It was her idea. The night of the party, or more correctly the ball, soon arrived. Lynn looked so good in her dark blue dress, with her blonde hair and blue eyes that almost matched. I was really quite proud to be seen with her as we made our entrance. She really did look that hot. The ball was held in a very posh, but aging, hotel not far from the dance studio. There were several banquet rooms but we soon found the correct one. I was really quite taken aback when I entered the room. There was a band playing and sharply dressed waitresses serving drinks. Everyone in the room was dressed to the nines, the men looking rather sharp and the women quite lovely in their dresses and gowns. The old banquet room itself was extremely ornate, with large crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. The whole effect was quite spectacular and rather breathtaking. We soon found Ron and Jill and made our way over to their table and took our seats. We had a good view of the band and the dance floor from where we were sitting, but it was the view at the table that caught my attention. Jill was dressed in a satin black dress that highlighted her dark brown hair and big dark eyes. The diamond earrings that dangled seductively from her ears as well as the diamond necklace she wore provided a sharp contrast to this darkly dressed, mysterious woman. She was in her usual pensive mood and one could not help but wonder what went through her mind. Ron and Lynn more than made up for any lull in the conversation. Both could talk more than a Southern senator during a filibuster and one would have thought they were long lost friends who had recently reunited. I managed to slip a word in edgewise on occasion, but for the most part left the conversation initially to the two pros. After the elegantly dressed waitresses brought around trays of hors d'oeuvres and took our drink orders, the band took a break. Our hosts, Carlos and Maria took up position prominently in the middle of the dance floor and each made a small speech. It was basically the usual canned speech about how good we all look, how proud they are of us, how far we have all come, that sort of thing. After the speech, Carlos explained how there would be a waltz during cocktail hour followed by dinner. Following dinner would be the Latin dancing where every couple would get a chance to show off their stuff. The band resumed it's playing as Carlos and Maria began the dancing. I took Lynn by the hand as I spoke. "Waltz, my dear?" I asked with a grin. She just smiled as she rose from her seat and followed me onto the dance floor. Ron and Jill soon followed and momentarily the whole room was out on the floor waltzing to the music as the band played on. As Lynn and I waltzed around the room, I was proud to be dancing with such an attractive woman. Yet, I could not help but glance over to Ron and Jill from time to time. That mysterious woman in the black dress with the diamond earrings sparking in the light of the big chandeliers was just something I could not resist taking a peek at. The way she somehow came alive on the dance floor as she moved in time to the music held an indescribable attraction. When the waltzing was over we returned to the table and resumed sipping champagne until the food was brought out. The food was quite delicious and wonderfully presented. The food was in fact so good, it was almost enough to draw my attention away from the elegantly dressed women with whom I was sharing a table. Both looked so beautiful as the glow from the candle lit centerpiece and the soft lighting of the old crystal chandeliers lit up their faces. Following dinner, the plates were cleared and the waiters came out with our coffees and dessert. As we were sitting there eating our mousse, Carlos and Maria again made an announcement from the center of the dance floor. The Latin dancing would soon begin. Immediately following the announcement, the band resumed playing. This time the music had a lively Latin beat. I finished my coffee, stood up and looked at Lynn as I spoke. "Rumba, my dear?" I asked, extending my hand to her. Lynn took my hand as we once again made our way out onto the dance floor. The music was loud and lively. You could actually feel the pulse of the music in the vibrations of the old floor boards beneath your feet. Lynn and I joined hands and began to dance the Rumba along with the other students from our class. As we moved on the wooden floor, our hips pulsed and swayed in erotic movements in time to the music. Our movements formed a rhythm that often seemed to lock us together as one. Lynn looked so hot in her blue dress as we moved rhythmically along with the other sweaty bodies on the floor. After a couple of numbers, Maria made an announcement that it was time for each couple to show off their stuff by coming up to the center of the floor and performing their best moves for a couple of minutes. Because of their position on the floor, Ron and Jill were among the first to take their place in the center. Jill looked so seductive as Ron led her around on the floor. As the music pulsed, the two dancers moved their hips to the rhythm. Jill looked so good in her black satin dress which had a soft sheen under the light of the old crystal chandeliers. As their movements progressed, Ron spun her around and their number ended with Jill arching her back, her head down with her curly brown hair nearly touching the wooden floor. Ron held her firmly by her thigh as she extended her left leg upwards, toes pointing towards the ornate ceiling. I was finding it quite arousing just watching this normally reserved woman let loose on the dance floor in a very public way. It was a transformation that was captivating and very sensual. My gaze was transfixed, I could not help but stare. When it was our turn, I took Lynn by the hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. We started our dance as the others looked on. We moved in time to the music, our hips swaying seductively to the erotic rhythms. Lynn looked so hot in her blue dress with her blonde hair shining under the soft lights. Yet, my mind seemed to be elsewhere. Our number ended in a far less dramatic fashion than that of Ron and Jill. We made our way off to the side and stood there watching the other dancers. After every couple did their solo thing in the middle of the floor, it once again became a bit of a free for all. The progression of time combined with the open bar was making for somewhat of a real party atmosphere. Lynn was in a great mood and wanted us to make our way back out onto the dance floor. Just as I was about to join her, I could feel my cell phone vibrate. I unhooked it from my belt and looked at the number. It was my boss John. Lynn looked at me and smiled as she spoke. "Let me guess, it's your boss John." She said loudly above the music. "Who else?" I answered somewhat nonchalantly. It was not unusual for John to call me at night. He is a workaholic who typically works 14 hours a day. The fact that it was after ten did not surprise me. I told Lynn I would be back in a bit. I had to leave the room since there was no way I could call him back and hear anything he had to say over the noise of the band and the people. I left the banquet room in search of a relatively quiet place to make the call to John. He probably can't find some file which is right in the middle of his cluttered desk. As soon as I left the room, I found another banquet room right next door that was not being used. It appeared to be under renovation as most of the tables were covered with large drop cloths. I sat down in an old chair and admired the dark wood paneling and ornate decorations on the ceiling. Like the room we were in next door, this room had the huge crystal chandeliers hanging down from above. The hotel was really quite old and I could not help but think that it was not often that you see rooms this ornate these days. Even though the band was in the room next door, you could feel the vibrations in the old wood floor. After completing my phone call to John, I put away the phone and laughed to myself about the trivial matters that my boss feels the need to call me about at ten at night. I sat for a moment in the darkened room which was lit only by the light entering from the doorway. Moments later I rose from my seat and decided to return to the party next door. It was obvious they were having a good time. The music and occasional shouts and laughter could be heard through the old walls. As I arose from my seat and made my way to the doorway, I realized I was not alone. Standing in the doorway was a figure cast in shadow, lit only from behind. The backlighting sparkled in her diamond earrings which dangled seductively from her ears. A small amount of light reflected off a large mirror hanging on a wall delicately illuminating her face. In the near darkness I thought I could detect a faint smile. I stared into her face intently as the Latin music could be heard faintly coming through the old walls. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as my thoughts raced through my head. Other than the music and the occasional sound of the revelers next door, we were quite alone in that old room. I looked into her big dark eyes as I spoke. "Rumba, my dear?" I asked softly. I held out my hand and Jill took it in hers. I led her gently into the old darkened room We began to dance to the Latin beat coming through the walls from the room next door. Our hips began to move together rhythmically in time to the music as we made our way across the empty dance floor arms intertwined. I spun her around as the old floor vibrated beneath our feet. As the music came to an end, Jill dramatically bent back and extended her left leg up in the air, her curly brown hair nearly touching the old floor boards. With her leg up in the air, I held her tight by her thigh. I pressed her gorgeous body against mine as my arousal started to grow. Our groins pressed together, I began to stroke her soft thigh. She let out a soft moan as her back arched further, putting her head almost to the floor. Dance Class With my right arm around her leg, I placed my left hand under her butt and lifted her over to the table. I laid her down gently on the cloth that was covering it. I leaned over her and gently kissed her on the lips at first, then parted her lips with my tongue as our tongues met. With my hands, I gently fingered her moist lips through her panties before removing them and tossing them on the floor. Jill reached forward and helped me undo my pants and drop them. I pulled down my underwear unleashing my fully engorged member. I slipped my hands under her black dress which was now pulled up. I gently ran my fingers down towards her womanhood as I kissed her inner thighs. I softly stroked her pussy lips in a teasing manor and lightly encircled her engorged button. With her back on the table cloth, I lifted her feet all the way up onto my shoulders as the band resumed playing. I slowly entered her as our hips joined in rhythmic motion as the Latin music could be heard through the old walls. On that table in that old banquet room we did our own style of dance as the revelers next door could be heard shouting over the music. As we came together in that empty room, our own cries of passion were heard only by the old crystal chandelier and dark paneled walls. When it was over we sat for a moment savoring each other's company before gathering our clothes and making our way back into the next room. Nothing more was ever said between us and Jill and I never saw each other again. I just felt I needed one last dance. 11-05-09.