My name is Darren, and I have an interesting story to tell you. It all happened one night when I decided to drop by the local club for the old relaxation combo of wine women and song (mostly the second one, hopefully). I got a few appreciative looks from the ladies in my usual black button-down shirt and lucky blue jeans, and likewise several short skirts and tight tops drew my eye on the dance floor.
Then I saw her. The slits up the sides of her light blue dress showed a generous view of her crossed legs, and was open to leave most of her back bare from the hem at her waist to the string at the back of her neck holding the front up. The way the front of the dress flowed down her body showed a bit of cleavage, as well as a nice glimpse at the side of her breast. Her brunette hair was done up in a way that gave it a cascading look with a few strands falling in front of her face (something I've always found quite sexy). The dress also had detached sleeves that ran from the middle of her upper arms down to her hands, kind of like gloves but leaving her fingers uncovered.
When I see a beautiful lady like that sitting alone, especially one idly circling the rim of her glass with a fingertip while staring into it with a sad smile, I feel compelled to see if I can help brighten up her evening. I couldn't help but smirk at the sound of a good slow song starting as I approached her. Maybe on some subconscious level I knew something special was in the works tonight.
"Hey there beautiful," I said as I casually leaned an elbow on the bar beside her. "Care for a dance?"
There was a flash of something in her eyes (anger, frustration, who knows) that quickly faded as they met mine and we recognized each other. "Darren?"
"Colleen?" I chuckled nervously, realizing I'd been ogling and propositioning a girl whom I knew to have a boyfriend. She looked good all the time anyway, but tonight she was absolutely beautiful. I'd never seen her dress up like this before, which made me idly wonder what the special occasion was. "Sorry, I didn't-"
"Yes," she said with a slight waver in her voice. "I'd love to dance."
Taken or not, when a lady makes a request like that I can't refuse. Unsure of her intentions and trying to keep mine chivalrous I initially just rested my hands on her hips with a bit of air between us, but when her arms went around my shoulders and she pulled herself close to me I gave in and held her.
She closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling gently at my neck. I gently stroked the small of her back, momentarily distracted by the soft warmth of her skin under my hands. She seemed to be in need of comforting, and I was happy to oblige.
I confess to having fantasized about Colleen on more than a few occasions, but thus far I had managed to be a gentleman and not interfere in her relationship. They had always seemed to get along well. And yet here she was in my arms, holding on to me like I was shelter from some terrible storm, causing my curiosity to rise. The feel of her lithe form in my arms and her soft breasts pressed against my chest was making something else rise too.
I took a deep breath to try to clear my head, knowing she'd soon feel what I was thinking through that thin dress, and tried to focus on more important things. Between her scent and her bared neck it was all I could do not to press my lips to her skin while whispering by her ear. "Is everything alright?"
Her arms tightened a bit around me as she murmured her reply softly against my shoulder. "Yes... no... I don't know..." The tone of her voice plus the feel of a tear sliding down her cheek onto my shoulder got my undivided attention, causing me to ponder doing some unpleasant things to whoever was responsible for making this lovely lady cry. "Adam left."
Well that explained why he wasn't here with her.
"With someone else," she added.
Ouch.
"I'm sorry..." It was the only thing I could think of to say. Holding her close seemed the right thing to do, so I did.
She tried real hard not to cry as her head lifted off my shoulder and she looked into my eyes. One stubborn tear escaped and I reached up to wipe it away, my other hand at the small of her back. She smiled that sad smile again and closed her eyes briefly, nuzzling against my palm as we drew closer. It does things to a man when she smiles like that. You just want to hold her and take her away from all her troubles.
The song (and indeed the rest of the room besides us, for that matter) seemed to fade away. I stroked my thumb comfortingly against her cheek as it colored with a slight blush, and I almost thought I heard her purr softly. She leaned in closer, lips just slightly parted. All I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears, and her body pressed so tightly to mine let me feel hers.
Her body was so warm, practically burning against my hands as they stroked from the small of her back to the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped around the back of my neck as her leg rose and curled around me. My hand somehow found its way to her thigh. I could clearly feel her stiff nipples against my chest through our clothes, and I knew my erection had to be quite prominent pressing between her legs by now. The brief touch of her lips against mine was like clouds brushing against each other.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I became aware of two things. One, that the song had apparently ended some time ago and there were more than a few people watching us on the verge of making out on the dance floor. Second, there was the nagging worry that I was taking advantage of Colleen in her vulnerability after such a recent (not to mention abrupt) break-up.
