There she was. The epitome of sex. How was it that I had managed to get her to glance at my direction throughout the night? She was slightly shorter than I. Her deep red hair flowed softly down her pale skin to her slender shoulders, framing her face wonderfully. Her eyes a deep rich seductive green that just begged to be craved by my soul. Her gaze was enticing alone. The dress she wore that night hugged her body tightly highly accenting each and every curve of her lithe form. Her bosom heaved with each breath she took. Her lips were full and as red as blood. That smile that hung from it was far too innocent, but I was too naive to know any better. Little did I know that this goddess before me was to be the instrument of my death, body and then soul alike.
Before that night, I never really had much luck with the ladies. It wasn't that I was ugly or had some grotesque anomaly about me. No, it was just that I was more of an observer to life that actually standing in the lead role. I stuck to the edges of crowds and never really mad the first move. That night was different though, she was just too beautiful not to try and make a move. I approached her slowly, maintaining eye contact and drowning with in the depths of her eyes, my confidence was growing with each step. When I got to her I did not worry about lines or tact, "Hi, my name is Jonathan," and offered my hand.
"Molly," placing her hand on top of mine as I drew it to my lips for a gentleman's kiss. "My, aren't we a bit out of place and time. I didn't think that guys these days even knew how to properly receive a lady."
With that, I had the night of my life in that club. We talked of every topic imaginable: our commonalities astounding, our difference made us alluring to each other. From that simple kiss of the hand, proceeded a slow dance, the dance turning into a more modern pace with are bodies pressing firmly together and our desires growing wild. We left the club shortly before two in the morning as it was getting ready to shut down for the night.
"I am having too much fun, Jonathan, why don't we retire to my place it's a pace away, but the night is still far too young."
"My dear you do not have to ask me twice. Right now, I think I would follow you off a bridge just to see where we land."
The wait for a taxi had been short and as we climbed into the back, the heat of the dance floors followed. Our mouths hungered to taste each others lips. Our hands casually, but steadily, exploring the new terrain found upon both of our bodies. The action only got a brief reaction out of our cab driver, but he quickly looked the other way.