WARNING: English is NOT my first language - I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, only depicting my personal experience(s).
All the names and/or places may have nothing to do with the reality...
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I'm at the seaside, on a terrace, together with my ex-commander, his wife, a lieutenant and his wife, while I am... alone.
We really get along well, but the wife of my ex-commander, like always, each and every summer, keeps on teasing me that I should, one way or another, give up my single status, since I am already in my twenties - early twenties, right - but I need to try to settle down, have a family, kids...
Gosh! I always hate it when she starts talking about this, and she surely knows it very well...
"What are you waiting for?!? All the good girls will get married! You'll just have to choose from a bunch of girls nobody else wanted, or, eventually, get married to a girl half your age, to have her call you daddy!"...
I know that, by now, from how much booze she has swallowed, it's not her, anymore...
I let her speak on, while my commander and the lieutenant are trying to pretend that they are not there...
Gosh! Embarrassing moments, but I do know very well that, in fact, she really likes me - she's fond of me, and she really wants what's the best for me...
Suddenly, she stops.
"Now, big boy, I know that you can be discreet. If you look towards your right, you will see, at the other table, for six, on the diagonal, a pair of wonderfully blue eyes, held by a beautiful face, surrounded by an aura of blond curly hair - and I can bet that the curls are natural - who seems to have come with some friends of hers, but who doesn't have a partner. They are, just like us, two pairs and a single, with the difference that the single person there, is this beauty"...
She pauses, letting me focus the "target", then she continues:
"I have seen her going to the toilet, so that I can assure you that the rest, hidden now by the table, is just as beautiful - so, don't sit here like a bag of potatoes! Move your ass and invite her to dance! And... young man, don't you dare lead her back at her table before the orchestra sings, at least, one blues!"...
I reply, in a very military style, that I have received and understood her orders, so that I shall follow them within seconds...
The commander and the lieutenant start laughing, trying to smooth things for all of us...
Now, what can I say? The girl is really beautiful, which makes me wonder how come that she's alone over here...
Meanwhile, I must move quickly, before my commander's wife starts talking again!
I raise, approach their table, and, very politely, I excuse myself towards her companions, asking for permission to invite the young lady to dance with me.
All the five of them start looking at one another, until, one of the ladies starts speaking in French, explaining to me that they don't speak or understand Romanian...
Fuck! That's a big surprise, since from their attitude I just haven't guessed that they may be strangers!
Anyway, I immediately recompose myself, then start talking again, this time in French.
It's their time to be surprised.
In just a few words, I find myself on the dancing ring, thanking God that I haven't swallowed as much booze as I usually do, when meeting my ex commander...
In the corner of my eye, I can see my ex commander approaching the chief of the orchestra, and, whispering something to him...
Now, the usual style is that, after three "agitated" songs, the orchestra, usually, gives the dancers a break, singing a blues...
Gosh! In just a few minutes I realize that they have been instructed to let us sweat like pigs...
Truth is, that when I was young, I've used to be a really good dancer...
Finally, the guys in the orchestra seem to have pity of us, so that they start a blues...
The only problem is that this blues seems to never end, since they just jump from one tune to another...
All this combination lasts about twenty minutes, so that I have time enough to find out that the girl is named Myra and that she is Canadian...
Gosh! This will be a really big surprise for my military friends, since, according to the regulations here, they are not aloud to have any kind of contacts with foreigners...
We are living in the Ceausescu era!...
After the prolonged collection finishes, the orchestra takes a break, so that I lead Myra back at her place, thanking her, and to the rest of her friends...
When I reach my friends and take a seat, I start explaining to them the "situation"...
As I've mentioned before, my ex commander's wife is... tipsy already, so that she calls for the waiter, and orders him two bottles of champagne to be brought at the Canadian table...
Well, bottles, glasses, opening, pouring...
Then they turn towards us, making the sign of cheers...
We also raise our glasses, but now it's the moment when Myra waves her hand towards me, obviously inviting me to join them...
Fuck! This wasn't planned!
And, of course, again, my commander's wife:
"Now, young man, since you've been so obviously invited, just move your bag of potatoes over there, and, if I don't see you until next summer... no problem!"
Anyway, I raise and go at the "Canadian" table, where I start a cozy conversation with everybody, while Myra insists to pour a glass of champagne for me, in spite of the fact that the waiter is trying to do his best to assume this task himself...
Of course the waiter is old enough to know that if a woman wants something, then you should let her do as she pleases, especially when, as a waiter, you expect, at the end, a nice tip!...
Now, I also do have a problem, since, after so much booze, I don't intend to make some stupid mistake, so that I excuse myself and go to the toilet...
Two fingers, well placed, deep down my throat, let me eliminate, not only the booze, but, probably, even the food that I've been eating two months ago!...
Well, I finish what I've been doing, then, cautiously, get out from the cabin, wash my face and hands, comb my hair with my hands, then... back at the Canadian table...
Now, ladies and gentlemen, according to my style, I can start eating and drinking again!
We're having a nice chat, while the orchestra arranges their instruments and starts singing again...
This time, Myra is the one who asks me to take her to dance...
I cannot tell, with a certain precision, but, most probably, we've been dancing for an hour, or so...
After the following break, I am informed by the waiter that my friends want to have me at their table for a minute, or so...
