"Hello" I say, hoping that simplicity will get me somewhere. "My name is Josh, can I buy You a drink Miss??"
"Tapanga, " You say, in a voice that melts regular men. "If You would like to buy me a drink, that is fine with me. " You give me a quick look up and down, and notice my stylish black slacks and nice shirt. My shoes polished brightly and my hair a little blown around from the being outside too long. Your are moving Your tanned body slightly to the music. I order from the bartender and we are served right away, thanks to how incredible You look tonight. You toss Your blonde hair to the side and allow me to get closer to You. Your perfume is intoxicating and I'm trying to restrain myself and act like a gentlemen.
"I know this will sound incredibly corny Tapanga, but what brings You out tonight?" I ask, sipping on my beer and sneaking looks at Your body.
"Finally getting a chance to unwind after a long week of work. and Yourself?" You say, catching my glances and smiling again.
"Me?? I'm here to make sure that people have a good time, and I think that one way to have a good time is to dance. How about You?" I ask, hoping that the answer will be yes. "Would You care to shake it on the dance floor?"
"Why not" You say, and grab my hand and lead me to through the crowd. Other men's heads are turning as You walk by, jealous that You are going with me. The music is thumping and we begin to move on the crowded floor. WE are forced together, body against body. the heat begins to cause us to sweat. I put my arms around Your midsection and we begin to sway together to the music. It gets hotter and hotter, but not because of the people, but because of the heat You and I are generating. You turn around and we begin to grind, Your back to my front. I reach around and You close Your eyes. This dance we do continues for an hour. Catching quick gropes of each other, the teasing only turning us on more and more. Finally I take the lead. I
"HOw about we get off the dance floor for awhile?" I ask