It has been a long time since I’ve been dancing in a smoky, crowded club. Tonight I’m doing so under unique circumstances. It’s not everyday you get together with a bunch of folks you’ve only met online at an erotic story site, is it? I’d been the instigator, organising and preparing for this weekend of debauchery, but when it arrived, it still surprised me. Scared me, even. Especially since I’m letting one guy stay in my spare room.
Mike is a twenty year old student who really wanted to attend this meet up. To make it happen, I offered him a room free of charge, so he’d only have to pay his airfare. I’d gotten a little worried as the day approached, but I needn’t have. Mike is a sweet young man. His manners are impeccable. Also, he has some pretty damn sexy dance moves.
I’ve been dancing with him most of the night. Well, he’s been dancing and I’ve been shaking my hips, in the age old tradition passed down to me from my mother. Every now and then his hand reaches out and rests on my hip, our pelvises millimetres apart.