Ah, release, body loosens as each joint and limb lets go of tension. Arms flow like scarves billowing in the gentle breeze. Hips shimmy and dip in slow undulations. Shoulders move unto themselves, fluid and lithe as an ocean wave. Mind gradually sheds all anxieties, worries and cares. Responsibilities cease to matter. My whole being is tuned to the music.

I am now on the dance floor, swaying with the crowd. I am completely absorbed in my own free movements. A direct communion with the music. Ecstatic prayer... The crowd has swelled, the air now steamy. A fine sheen of perspiration coats my body, from the pores on my scalp to the growing moistness between my legs. The beat continues, lulling me further into a sensuous state of relaxation. The dance floor is so crowded that arms, hips, and hands softly bump into others nearby.

There is a different feel to whoever is behind me. I can't tell if this dance is a man or a woman. I am too entranced in the music to turn around. Occasionally a knee softly grazes my leg, a hand brushes my hip. Hypnotic as the music is, this dancer invades my soporific state. I move forward to escape, but the careless feet in front of me force me back.

I stumble backward, feel a hard swelling and know that it is a man. I turn slightly, but my hip undulations keep me rubbing up against his erection. My body starts to crave the contact as my back, hips, and ass become more attuned to the stranger's movements. His hands guide my hip gyrations a we dance in near perfect synchronism.

Now my heart skips a beat each time my hips meet his. His hands remain on my hips, gradually pulling me closer until I can feel his chest touch my shoulders, belt buckle in my spine. The music keeps me there. I don't panic because the touch, the feel, even the smell of this stranger is so familiar. His hands stroke my breasts, nipples rigid under fingertips. A lucid moment of fear briefly sets in, and a calm purr in my mind sets it to rest. //Easy, I'm not going to hurt you... Enjoy//

The stranger lulls me back into his sphere. I yield to his soft strength. His arms encircle me and we sway to the music as one. My hips automatically respond, pushing back into him. Farther ... farther....

Somehow, his hand has moved discreetly under the loose folds of my black gauzy skirt. He easily slides my panties down and his fingers begin a slow massage in time to the music. He matches each chord of the powerful bass with a deep thrust. My only fear now is that the music will climax before I do. The suspense builds and builds. The music is endless. I am quivering, breathless and hot.

Instinctively, I arch my back and grind against his stiffness. He teases me until I moan. The tension is too much. I turn my head slightly but can only glimpse a sparse beard streaked a golden red in the dim light. It doesn't matter. I now know who he is.

Never taking his fingers from my throbbing clit, he takes my breath away, making me gasp. A cold fire spreads, leaving me suspended on an endless edge. I dissolve into a paroxysm of explosions, his body pulsating in union. My knees go weak. he catches me as I am about to fall, holding me up until I can recover my balance.

The music ends. The crowd goes wild. I limply clasp my hands and turn to kiss this kind partner. Small thanks for such a memorable dance. As I look up to his face, I find myself lost in the magic of his ocean eyes...