The room is filled with quiet warmth, dim light casting shadows on the walls. The music is soft, Frank Sinatra unless I'm mistaken. But I barely pay attention to the tune as we dance. Hand in hand we slowly circle. I fight to keep my hand from shaking as it rests lightly against your hip, held away from your skin only by the thin fabric of your pants. The skin of your hand is so soft against mine and I long to pull you to me, hold you close.
I'm conscious of the awkwardness of the moment. But dinner had been delicious, our conversation wonderful and inspiring. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that you saw me only as a child, that our age difference was something that concerned you. But I see you only as a beautiful woman, sexy and intelligent, and I can't help but want you. And you took pity on me and agreed to dance.
I can't take my eyes off of you as we slowly take a turn around our improvised dance floor. You catch my eyes and blush, as though you can see what I'm thinking. On a whim I spin you, watch as you complete your circle under my arm, taking in every curve of your body. As you complete your turn you smile and step closer to me, surprising me. Body to body now, our slow dance continues as my arm reaches around you, my fingers lightly tracing the small of your back. You rest your head on my shoulder and I can smell your hair. You fill my senses and you are intoxicating. Your arm goes around my neck, holding me close and I put the slightest pressure on your back, pulling you to me as well.
For the first time I notice my hard on, raging against my khakis and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as embarrassment fills me. Pressed against me as you are I know that you can feel my hard penis against your hip. But you're gracious enough not to say anything as we hold each other close.
Unable to resist any longer, I hesitantly turn and let my lips brush ever so lightly over your forehead. I'm filled with silent dread as your face rises up and our eyes lock, but you don't pull away. I lean in again, our lips meeting for the first time. A spark races through me with even so small a kiss. I look deeply into your eyes and see the hesitation there. Yet your face tilts up to meet mine and we kiss again, first softly and then harder.
This time when our kiss breaks you return your head to my shoulder, resting it there. And still we dance. My head is swimming, surprise and pure happiness filling me. I feel you shift ever so slightly, feel your lips against my neck. You kiss me there again, and then a third time a little higher. Your face rises to meet mine again and this time our kiss is sure and passionate. I open my mouth, let my tongue dart out to tap your upper lip teasingly. In a moment your tongue joins mine, sliding and playing, dancing together with a passion neither of us expected. You slide your other arm over my shoulder, pulling me into our embrace as I take you fully in my arms.
Our kiss seems to last a pleasant eternity before it breaks. I realize that you've guided me to the couch and I sit. You surprise me yet again, straddling me, your hands reaching for my shirt, pulling it over my head. You kiss me again as I find your top, and our kiss breaks as I remove it. Your hands run over my bare chest as we kiss again, my cock now pressing painfully against my pants. I feel you working the fastenings of your bra before it slides from you and your amazing breasts hang free. Our bodies press together, chest to chest, feeling the heat of each other as I undo your pants. You quickly unzip my khakis and stand up, your fingers working under the waistband of my shorts and pulling the whole assembly off. I sit before you naked and our lust filled eyes meet.