The 'Annual Summer Dance' was drawing to a close. I sat in the corner quietly on my own, sipping my lemonade, and looking down at my silver dress I wonder why the hell I had even bothered!
I hadn't had a dance partner all night, occasionally I had stolen a momentary glance in your direction, you always seemed so preoccupied though, I knew I never stood a chance with you.
As the band struck up its final slow number of the night, (it just had to be my favourite love song of all time, 'Moonlight and Roses' didn't it!) I looked down, and as my soft auburn tresses fell about my shoulders a single tear dropped off my face onto my lap.
"No! No beautiful lady like you should shed tears on this night!"
Then I hear the magical words I have longed to hear all evening;
"Please dance with me."
I look up to see where those dark sultry tones are coming from. I see you standing before me so proud and yet elegant in your tux, your arm outstretched offering me your hand.
Putting down my drink, I take your hand, and you lead me onto the dance floor. You guide one of my arms around you and slide an arm of your own around my waist. You then take hold of my other hand, and as I lay my head on your shoulder and close my eyes you swirl me round expertly.
Then you whisper in my ear, saying that you have been watching me and trying to drum up the courage to ask me to dance all night.
Looking up at you starlight dances in my eyes as you see the happiness there. You bend your head over and your cheek touches mine as your lips search for mine. Our lips brush and you plant one single soft kiss on them. Then I part my lips slightly and you trace the edges with the tip of your tongue before edging shyly into my mouth and touching my own tongue sending a shiver right the way down my spine.
Holding me closer you swirl me round again then gently dip me backwards gazing directly in my eyes as you do. You are the perfect dance partner
My leg brushes yours as you draw me so close to you and our bodies touch. I feel your heartbeat pounding against my breasts.
Tears of happiness whelm up in my eyes as we each sense our own arousal growing.
The rest of the World melts away, it is just you me and the music, and we kiss again.
I want this time to last forever.
But the music ends all too soon and we still hold each other. So as our arms drop down and we smile at each other you take my hand and lead me out into the moonlit night to sit on a bench in the rose garden.
We look at each other, smile, and then all of a sudden we are in each others arms kissing with such a fervent passion, the likes of which I have never known.
Your tongue searches out every corner of my mouth, then dances its own love dance with my own tongue.
My heart races and my breasts heave as my inner flame of desire burns brightly and you say to me;
"I have loved you from afar for a while now and I came here to tell you so. The time is right tonight, please let me prove it to you. Let me make sweet beautiful love to you."
I gasp, I am so overwhelmed by this self admittance of inborn passion. It seems so surreal, only usually read about in romance novels.