Sol and I had been dancing in the same community for a few years. It was a very, very rare occasion when I did not dance with her at one of the parties we went to. Three songs roughly twelve minutes went by almost too fast. Unfortunately, it was poor etiquette to dance more unless there just weren't many people at the dance.
Sol is a petite Asian woman about 5'2" and maybe 90lbs soaking wet. Her figure is a tiny 30A-26-29, and she obsesses over not having any bust, yet when she would wear a cocktail dress every man will marvel at the Eastern model.
I on the other hand am just shorter than six feet tall with an athletic build and now salt and peppered dirty blond hair. While I don't consider myself anything more than average I have overheard many women on different occasions comment to their girlfriends that I am very handsome or studly or hot or nice to look at, etc.
We started dancing together at the same time and in the same class so we have both been through the ups and downs of learning dancing together. That bond is nice, and we flirt all the time with each other about the other being the better dancer. We are both equals but very attuned to each other and therefore read each other and move as one elegantly.
On a few occasions when she has had a little extra wine at the parties we will dance and she will comment very seriously on how good I feel to her, and on a few occasions our dancing has excited myself and left her breathing heavily though we didn't dance fast or really with much exertion. If I am in an overly flirtatious mood I will make sure to let our legs play, or lead her in such a way that her nipples will brush against tight stomach, or drop my arm around her in such a way as to be more sensual than normal. Recently she has been too tense in her frame and I've taken her hand and placed it on my chest while we dance which is much more intimate.
Now you know most of the background and maybe where this is going. The last important details are that I am dating another woman, Sol is married with a near teenager, and in my mind I would never cheat on the one I am with although I have warned my girlfriend that I would make the most of any opportunity with a certain celebrities and a half dozen porn stars that have special qualities.
On to the story, my girlfriend was out of town on business and there was a huge dance party which I naturally attended. It was packed with people and at midnight even more people showed up. This had two effects, the first was it created more heat and humidity than the AC could handle therefore after a dance set people were sweating a bit, and the second was the dance floor was packed and it was easy to lose track of people.
To combat the first problem I carried several dress/designer crew neck t-shirts in my car so that I could change every hour or so and be dry. The women loved this as the dancing can be distracted by sticky sweat between two people. The women generally would come in coat or shawl-like top and wear the kind of dresses/outfits that have no straps or very little fabric between the bust and neck. Occasionally so one new to dancing would wear one of these really cute blouses that had a collar only to leave early because they were on the verge of heat stroke. The other thing I did to help stay cooler was to pace myself and only dance for about 20-30 minutes before taking a break of at least 10 minutes to cool off.
During one of my breaks I stepped outside to get out of the humidity and to let my lower back recover a bit from the novice I had just danced with. Just as I was ready to head in, Sol came out to cool off as well and began her normal flirting about when was I going to ask her to dance and such. She had a very sexy cocktail dress on that was burgundy on top without straps and with black ruffles on the bottom that was similar to an oversized cotton ball. The sexy dress coupled with neck down to breasts glistening with sweat made her look like a centerfold.
The music changed and very sensual music came on at the same time she was asking her question/flirting with me. I bowed slightly and took her hand leading her back into the dance hall. For the next three songs we danced a very sensual tango with a lot of slow steps, foot play, then leg wraps. By the end of the first song I was aroused and she was nearly panting commenting about how good I felt. This kind of panting was the kind that told me she was aroused as well. During the second song I led her to brush against my erection a couple of times and she suggested by her moves that she wanted more leg wraps to which I complied. Quite accidentally one of the wraps I led happened to be during a point where the music slowed to nothing so in response I held us close together without moving. This particular leg wrap had me step between her legs allowing her to wrap one of hers around on of mine. As we paused with the music she shifted slightly so my leg brushed against her crotch and held me there. Before the music started again I could feel the moisture soaking thru my slacks on my upper thigh. Sol was telling me how wet she was and it wasn't sweat. We danced much closer for the rest of the song allowing brushes of her crotch and my leg or her nipples on my stomach. She changed her frame to snuggle in closer to me and I reciprocated. The third song was nothing less than borderline sexual. (A month or so later I heard one of the other women tell Sol how wet she got watching us dance that night, but that is another story.)
When the third song ended we both headed for the door to cool off followed by a few others. As we cooled off outside made eye contact several times with her biting her lip and me mimic-ing. We both made sure it was on the sly with no one else aware, and luckily each of the others went back in to dance. When we were alone, I bowed slightly again to her and she curtsied to me. Without a word I took her hand and led her upstairs but leading her in front of me.
