"Cindy, now at least you should stop wearing such outrageously short skirts." Roma commented, "It's not suitable to the dignity of an engaged woman." she finished with a roll of her eyes and the other two girls at the table made agreeing noises.
"Well, I am not married yet" Cindy countered, "And until I am, I plan to enjoy myself every moment." She smoothed her tight, little 6-inch miniskirt and continued, "I have but one month to live as I please."
This brought up the topic of the wedding dress that Cindy and Roma had shopped for earlier in the day and Debbie and Nina wanted to hear all about. That, in turn, led to a discussion of wedding plans, leading ultimately to, amid shrieks and sounds of amazement, the display of the huge diamond ring that Brian had given Cindy for their engagement.
So engrossed were they in their own little high-speed, high-pitch discussion that none of them noticed the stranger who had approached their table until he spoke. He addressed Cindy directly, "Excuse me miss, I apologize for this intrusion but I could not contain my desire to have a dance with you. You are by far the most radiant of the beauties in this club and I must apologize if it's an unacceptable request but I had to at least ask."
Cindy looked him over, his clothes spoke of his station in life, the minimal but very expensive jewellery told its own tale, his hair and nails told her of the expensive attention they received and she fully expected an expensive car waiting for him outside. He not only looked rich and respectable but also handsome. He was not above 30-35 years and she could see that he took good care of his body.
Cindy looked at her friends for guidance but they just shrugged like saying, "Well, you are engaged honey, but if you want to go ahead and dance with this total stranger, we can't stop you." She knew they were right but even if she was married she could not say no to a man so handsome and charming. And rich.
"Alright!" she said, "Just one dance!"
"Thank you!" he said offering her his hand.
He told her his name was Romeo as he took her in his arms. He moved with the grace of a man who knows that dance is the way to a lady's heart. Cindy had danced a lot with a lot of men and she knew how to dance and how to get their attention. Her little 6-inch skirt was not only short, it was right. Every time she swirled her perfectly rounded, tight, gorgeous ass was displayed outlined in the thin fabric of that sexy little skirt, but the only comment Romeo made was, "You dance divinely well!"
Then a slow number started and he took her closer in his arms, placing one hand on her waist and holding her hand with the other. Up close she could feel his charm, his quiet strength, his confidence. She was surprised at his reserve; most guys would take the opportunity of a slow dance to paw her half-naked body and whisper dirty things in her ear. Romeo on the other hand, only complimented her on her appearance in civilized, cultured words and his hands were placed on her body, in such a way as to stop short of the decency line but to make her realize he was not gay.
She pressed in closer to him, letting their bodies brush against each other and rested her cheek on his shoulder. They had been talking a little all this while about general things; she did tell him she was engaged. He commented that it was her fiancé's good fortune for she was a girl worth capturing.
His right hand moved slightly below her waist, not fully on her ass but just enough to make her heart race faster. He leaned in and whisper in her ear, "You, my dear, have a finely sculpted body, what men like to call, admiringly, as a stripper's body."
She smiled and rubbed her cheek on his cheek and replied, "Well, I did use to do some stripping when I was in college."
He groaned, "Oh, man! What I wouldn't give to see that!"
She said, "I am sorry I am engaged! I shouldn't have mentioned it."
He said he understood and didn't press the matter. They continued to dance with his hands moving so subtly and softly on her body to keep the spark of excitement alive without making her feel hassled or forced.
They continued to talk about other things but she could not stop thinking about what would happen if she did strip for him. He was a man she liked and she was not thinking of cheating with him, but the way he kept complimenting her and appreciating her body with his words and his hands, that had already made her wet. She knew if he stripped for him, it would excite her as much as it would excite him.
From other topics suddenly he came back to the previous one. "Are you sure I can't change my mind about stripping?" he whispered in her ear.
"Well..." she hesitated; it was not like she was going to fuck him, "Alright. But just one strip. Nothing more."
"Sure." he smiled, "My place?"
"Yes."
She went to get her coat and said a hurried goodbye to her friends without giving them a chance to ask any searching questions.
She was right about the car, it was big and it was expensive.
They went into his house and he behaved like a perfect gentleman. She took his offer of a drink; for some reason she was very, very nervous now.
They decided to do it in his bedroom, the living room had too many windows.
Since she was wearing only a little skirt and a skimpy halter top and she kept her coat on to use it in her striptease.
