Bedroom Closet

S___ recently wrote about women dancing.  It got me thinking.

Before S___ and I were together, I would go out dancing, I’d go alone.  Sometimes I would meet someone out, sometimes not.

It was cold out, I came into the club bundled up.  Looking around I found an empty seat at the bar and took off my coat.  It had been a hard day, I just wanted to forget about it, so I sat down and ordered a drink.  Chat here and there with the guy sitting next to me, a couple more drinks, I was sufficiently warm and relaxed, not a care in the world when a song I liked came on.  I wandered out to the dance-floor alone, I like to dance alone.  The music was loud, the bass was pulsing, the song had a Latin influence that I love, the sound made my hips move, made me spin, made me sweat.  Several guys came up, trying to “dance” next to me.  I had no interest in being thrust at by them.  I kept dancing when I felt a pair of hands on my hips, following their movement, not pushy, just joining the swing.  I reached down to find them as small as mine, attached to long tan arms, beautiful skin, and a fantastic smile.  She was very similar to me, taller, not pale, but had curves, and hips that she enjoyed using as much as I did.  As songs came and went we continued our dancing, getting closer and closer together.  She began to guide my hips with her hands, pressing her body up against mine from behind before we turned to face each-other.  My hands at her waist, hers about my shoulders, moving together, riding each other, closer and closer, giving the crowd a reason to watch.  Her hand slipped up the back of my shirt and I found my thumbs moving inside her waistband, pulling her closer to me.  She turns me again, her hands slide up the front now, closer and closer too my hard nipples, mine remain on her hips, holding her up against me, still holding on to her waistband, feeling her skin.

The music ends…the lights go on. Closing time happens so abruptly in moments like this.  Startled by the change, wondering how we spent so long on the floor, we leave, hands sliding off of each other, shared smiles, off too our corners.  I got my coat and headed out.  It seemed so cold, soaked from sweating on the dance floor.  Wet from her body against mine.