From Dance Floor To Bedroom

... Ruth:

I like to partner dance. I like the variety it offers. Every leader, usually a man, has his own style and choreography. At an open dance where anyone can invite another to dance, I, a woman, a follower, can dance with many different leaders and be exposed to many different styles and choreographies.

I seek out opportunities to dance to live music. Every band has a consistent rhythm from song to song whereas the rhythm of DJ music changes with each song played. I like to dance to the music of the Big Bands from the late 1930s into the 1950s, e.g., Swing, Fox Trot, Lindy, Rumba and Slow. I like dancing to the music of the Great American Songbook. I can get "lost" in the music and the lyrics. The phrasing of the lyrics in some songs enable a choreography that emphasize the emotions of the song. It's nice. Dancing becomes an emotional journey, more than the physicalness of the dancing itself.

I'm 39, acceptably attractive, bisexual and in a committed, polyamorous relationship, not marriage, with another woman. I have an adopted daughter. I provide world-wide support for hi-tech medical equipment. I'm financially and emotionally self-sufficient. For more about me read, "Ruth 2024".

A few months ago I was attending a dance at which I noticed an older man dancing by himself, executing free style the 6- or 8-count step sequence appropriate to the music. He readily danced to the beat and rhythm of the music. I walked over to him.

"Would you like to dance?", I asked.

He smiled broadly and took my hand and led me onto the dance floor.

"I'm Ruth."

"My pleasure Ruth, I'm Boaz but most people call be "Bo".

As he drew me into the closed partner position, he was pensive for a moment listening to the music, then said, "We're dancing free style an eight count step sequence: step. step, triple-step, step, step, triple step, 1, 2, 3n4, 5, 6, 7n8."

Bo was an excellent leader. He led me into moves that I knew, such as 360º turns and throw outs and new ones like the merry-go-round and a waist turn into the handshake position. In a throw out, he encouraged me to "do my own thing". He held his hands out to enable me to reconnect into the partner position when

I was ready

. I liked that. It allowed me to express myself to the music.

At the end of the song, as he was accompanying me back to my chair, I asked him, "I noticed that you don't ask women to dance. They asked you. You're an excellent dancer. I felt good in your arms. How come you don't ask?"

"Well, look around. How many men do you see my age? I've been retired for several years. How many women do you see who appear to be age appropriate for me? Some younger women, like yourself, only want to dance with age appropriate men. I'm too old. If I invite them to dance they generally don't refuse but I'm aware that many only dance as a courtesy. If I sense that they enjoyed dancing with me, I 'll ask them if it would be OK to ask them to dance again. It is too early tonight for me to have established a dance card."

The band began playing the next song. It was medium tempo.

Smiling, I asked, "Would you like to ask me to dance to this song?"

Bo, chuckling, took me into his arms and we danced onto the dance floor.

For the rest of the night I danced often with Bo when the music tempo was slow or medium. Often, I would close my eyes and get lost in the music and being in his arms. For the faster tempo music, I sought out younger partners.

At the end of the dance, as Bo was leaving, he came over and thanked me for the dances.

"I should thank you. I truly enjoyed being in your arms." I leaned forward and kissed him on his cheek, and softly said into his ear, "I hope to see you at the next dance."

... Bo:

When I arrived at the next dance, Ruth was already there. When she saw me, she came over, welcoming me and kissing me again on my cheek. She stepped back. "I'm so happy you're here! My wish was granted."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek, adding, "So am I."

I was radiating. She squeezed my hand.

We danced together often when the tempo was slow or medium. She sought out younger dancers when the tempo was fast. When the tempo is fast, I find myself focusing upon my feet movements and cannot get lost in the music. I do not enjoy it. Dancing, for me, is more than the execution of moves.

... Ruth:

During the last set, the band played medium and slow tempo music. Bo started teasing me. In the closed position, he would often bring us together just far enough apart that my nipples brushed across his chest as we moved. For the slow tempo music he would bring me tightly into his body and push his upper right thigh into my mound. He choreographed his moves to the music pressing harder in concert with the phrasing of the music. I would close my eyes and get lost in the music and his teasing. The subtlety of it pleased me. I would hang onto his body for several seconds after the music stopped.

During one dance in which the lyrics where very romantic and he choreographed his moves to emphasize them with a lot of teasing, I softly said into his ear, "Are you having fun?" "

Yes!", he responded.

I moved my thigh into his crotch and teased his awakening hardness.

"It seems you are enjoying it too", he chuckled and pulled me closer into him.

After one such dance, I said softly to him, "If you keep that up, I'll follow you home after the dance and we'll dance in bed."

We didn't dance the next dance. He took me aside to a quiet spot.

"I would love to dance with you in bed. You should know, though, that on the dance floor, I'm the leader. When dancing in bed, my partner is the leader. I realized very late in life that I have no idea what a woman feels when I do what I do and how. In bed, I look to her to lead me. Also, I'm not seeking any kind of committed relationship."

"Oh, good", I responded, "Thanks for being so upfront and honest. I appreciate it. I'm not looking for a committed relationship either. I'm in one that meets my needs. And, I'm always open to good sex, man or woman. I know what I need and want and I always get it."

"But you're young," he responded, "why would you want to pursue anything with me?"

"I like the way you dance. I like how you tease me. You'd be all about my pleasure. You're upfront and honest. Are you my man?"

Bo nodded his head up and down smiling broadly.

"Shall we leave now or wait till the dance is over?", I asked.

Bo answered that by taking me into his arms tightly and we danced 'til the end of the set. There was a lot of mutual teasing. In retrospect, it was foreplay. I followed him home.

... Bo:

Once inside my home I gave Ruth a grand tour so that she would feel comfortable. We were very at ease with one another. I decided to let her take the lead.

I got us wine and we sat together on the couch facing one another. I started the conversation.

"The lead is yours. I'm thrilled about having you in my home and what I'm hoping comes of it. I don't want to screw things up."

"Thanks, that's very important to me. I'm a very independent and resourceful women. I seek honest, up-front relationships. I know what I enjoy and I;m very open about it. I enjoy sex. I want a pleasurer, not a submissive, one who gains as much pleasure from pleasuring me as I get from it."

"You're a dream coming true," I responded. "I think I know what to do and how but not when. I have no idea what you feel when I do what I do and how. From what you've shared, I look forward to your telling, guiding me. I'm here for you!"

She rose, reached for my hand and took me to my bedroom. "I have to leave early to be home before my daughter wakes up."

In the bedroom, Ruth went immediately into the bathroom.

I turned the bed down, stripped naked, propped the pillows up, climbed into the middle of the bed and sat against the headboard gently fondling myself.

That's how Ruth found me when she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing her bra and panties. She walked to the foot of the bed, facing me, smiling and said, "I like to see a man awakening himself to my pleasure. Leave the light on so that we can appreciate one another."

She slowly removed her bra. Her areolas were puffy with prominent nipples. She stood there cupping her left breast in her hand. "May I introduce you to Leah".

"Hi Leah", I said smiling, "I look forward to getting to know you."

Then she cupped her right breast, "This is Rachel".

Smiling broadly, I said, "Hi Rachel, I look forward to getting to know you too."

She removed her panties. She was clean shaven. I waited eagerly, expectantly.

Ruth raised her left leg onto the bed, and with both hands spread the lips of her pussy apart. This is "Yoni".

'Hi Yoni, You look delicious. I look forward to getting to know you too."

Then wiggling by cock, I said, "And this is Peter."

I opened my arms wide to Ruth

She came into them, turning her body to have me spoon her. I slipped down. She snuggled into me, wiggling her behind into Peter. She took my top hand and brought it to Leah We were laying on our left side. I cupped Leah pulling Ruth into me.

We laid there for several minutes quietly, me breathing onto the nape of her neck. She seemed to like that.

Then she sat up, pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs. She leaned forward and kissed me warmly, deeply and wetly. We lost ourselves in the kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss. It was a "getting to know you kiss". There was a lot of tongue, not dueling but exploring, teasing. There was a lot of just plain kissing, mouth on mouth. I was responsive to her lead. When she was satisfied she laid atop of me with her head next to mine, her mouth next to me my ear. "That was nice," she whispered.

I held her, lightly stroking her from her waist to the nape of her neck. From her murmuring, I learned that she liked to have the nape of her neck stroked as well as breathed upon.

She raised herself onto her hands and began crawling forward. "It's time that you met the girls," she said.

She slowly brushed her nipples across my face, in front of my eyes so that I could appreciate her puffiness and hard nipples and across my mouth to tease me. She would pause now and then to have me kiss her nipples. There was no sense of urgency.

She stopped with Leah at my mouth and leaned down a bit so that I could feel her fullness. "Show Leah how much you appreciate her."

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took as much of Leah as I could into my mouth, sucking strongly. Ruth lifted her chest up a bit so that I had room to suck deeply and suckle and tease Leah's areola and nipple.

"Ooh", Ruth exclaimed from time to time, "Yoni feels that!"

I continued suckling and teasing Leah, invoking oohs and ahs from Ruth. I felt her body twitch a couple of times.

She moved Rachael to my mouth. "Rachael's jealous," she said.

I did to Rachel what I had done to Leah invoking the same responses from Ruth.

Ruth sat up and began wiggling up my body. "Yoni is telling me that she wants to meet you."

She straddled my face, high enough, so that I could clearly see Yoni. She pulled apart Yoni's outer lips, revealing all. Magnificent! Beautiful! Wet! I raised my head and kissed her fully on her vagina, using my tongue to tease the nerve ending at the opening. I teased her clit lightly with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, my, just beautiful!", I exclaimed as I lowered my head into the pillow grasping Ruth around her hips, bringing Yoni down with me onto my mouth.

I feasted on Yoni. She was delicious. I licked her from the bottom to the top several times, collecting as much of her wetness that I could. I found Ruth's slight smell and taste to be an aphrodisiac.

Then I searched out her clit and began exploring it with the tip of my tongue. I was waiting for her to tell me where the sweet spot was. She didn't disappoint me.

"There!" she exclaimed.

I move away slightly. She took my head in her hands and moved my tongue back. I had found home.

Yoni became the center of my existence. Before long, Ruth entered a climactic state. I could feel it in her body. She was in charge. She moved Yoni. She moved my head. She took my hands and brought them up to her nipples, guiding me in exciting and squeezing them gently and gently shaking her breasts. I had no idea what she was feeling. All I knew was that she was in a state of euphoria.

All good things come to an end. She climaxed. I watched her abdomen muscles contract several times.

She slipped her body down to lay atop of me. She kissed me. In that kiss, I sensed her appreciation, her enjoyment of sharing herself with me and me with her and the wonder of it all. We stayed liked that for a few minutes until she quietly told me,

"Yoni is telling me that she wants more. She wants a deeper experience,"

She rosed on her knees, still straddling me, to be over Peter, pulled Yoni's lips apart, and said, "Yoni, this is Peter. He is yours to enjoy."

With that, she moved forward, taking Peter in hand, and laying him flat pointing up and settled Yoni onto him. She began slowly moving forward and back, rubbing the full length of her vulva over Peter. She became very vocal in her murmuring. I felt the smoothness of it all as she became wetter.

She placed two finger under Peter's head so that when she moved downward, her clit would feel the fullness of it. In time, I felt her body quiver. She was entering a climactic state again. She developed a rhythm. She climaxed causing her to slow down and remove her fingers from under Peter's head. She maintained moving rubbing Yoni, though, just a bit more slowly. The length of her rubbing got longer, going below her vagina. A few downward moves later, she grasped Peter in her hand and raised him to the perpendicular position. She raised herself slightly positioning Peter at the entrance to her vagina and slowly dropped herself on him, moving to stimulate the nerve ending at the entrance of her vagina and then dropping a little bit more to have Peter's head stimulate her G-spot. She did this a few times before returning to rubbing Peter with Yoni. She developed a rhythm and lost herself in it. She climaxed with Peter's head at her G-spot. Her body shaking. She lowered herself taking Peter fully into her and, supported by her arms, remained still until she recovered.

She then resumed the rubbing and having Peter excite the nerve endings and her G-spot. This time, though, when she felt her climax coming on, she fucked me with abandon, rising until Peter's head was at the entrance to her vagina and then thrusting down taking all of him in. I felt her body shake. I came. My body tingled from head to toe. A first time experience. Peter softened within her. She collapsed onto me, sliding to my side, straddling my thigh between her legs and laying her head on my chest, her arm wrapping around me, holding me tightly.

"That was awesome," she said. "I'm too spent to kiss you. I'll make it up to you. I'm going to sleep."

I picked my head up and kissed her on her forehead. "Yes, I liked it too."

I felt my sperm leaking out of her and down my thigh. I fell off to sleep with my arm grasping Ruth and momentarily thinking, "I guess I'll have to wash the bed sheets later". I smiled.

I awoke with a strange feeling. It was still dark outside. I quickly realized that Ruth was sucking my cock. I looked. She was already dressed.

She was watching. me. She stopped sucking, came up to the bedside where I was laying and knelled beside my face. "Isn't that a nicer way to be awoken rather than being shaken or by an alarm clock? I could taste myself on Peter. Yummy. Remember, I told you I had to leave early to be home before my daughter woke up. I left my cell number and email address on the bureau. Send me an email so that I have your address."

She leaned over and kissed me. It wasn't one of those quick, thank you, see you later kisses. It was one of those

'I enjoyed that, I wish I could stay. I'm looking forward to the next time.'

She left. Seconds later I heard the front door close.

It was too early to get up. I turned off the bed stand light and laid back in bed.

The thought passed my mind, "Am I dreaming or did all of that happen?"

I pinched myself.

"Ouch!"