Would you like to Dance?

Would you like to Dance?
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

She sat at the bar, her ram rod straight back turned toward the hotel’s bar’s tables.

He watched her closely, trying to see her face between the bottles that covered the mirror on the back bar, thinking perhaps he knew her.

She was with another woman. They seemed to enjoy each other’s company, from the look of it. They were not laughing and giggling, but were in deep conversation. Her friend seemed to be trying to convince her of something.

Too many years had passed to be sure it was her. But he had to know. What the hell was her last name, anyway? Not that it mattered, he realized, she was most likely married and had a different name now.

He was betwixed, trying to think of her maiden name so he could go up and talk to her. Alsher . . . .no . . . Balsher . . . . no, . . . . . DAMN!

Finally he just walked up and stood beside her, acting as though he was getting a drink from the bar tender. He heard her friend whisper, “Do him Jen! That guy there beside you! He’s cute! Just take him home and fuck him! George will never know. Just do it, get it out of your system. Then you’ll know if this is what you really want! Just DO it hon! Stop agonizing over it and just DO it!”

Jen looked up at him, her face showing her slight embarrassment.

He looked down at her, wondering.

“Jim!!!!!!!!!!???????”

“Jen?”

They hugged each other like long lost lovers.

“Jim, what in the world are you DOing here?”

“Well, Jen, I was just wondering the same thing!”

Jen suddenly remembered her friend was there. “Oh! Sorry! Um Jim, this is my sister in law. Sandra.”

Sandra held out her hand to him. Jim shook it gently, not squeezing it too tightly, but firm, just firm enough.

“Would you two like to join me at my table?” Jim asked.

Both women picked up their drinks and wraps and followed him to his table. Sandra was checking out his equipment, Jim noticed, as he pulled their chairs out for them. The table was delightfully small. Their knees were all rubbing together under the table. In a few seconds, Jim felt Sandra’s hand on his thigh.

“So how do you two know each other? Is there a sexy story involved?” Sandra was nothing if not straight forward.

Jen explained, “I was on rally squad, Jim was the quarter back.”

Sandra asked “And? Give me the dirt.”

Jim was a bit miffed by Sandra trying to make it into something it was not. “Jen was prom queen and I was her date for the dance.”

Jen corrected him. “Jim was the prom king.”

Sandra felt like she was having to do all the work here. “AND?”

Jen was the one that answered this time. “Nothing Sandra. There is nothing else!” She appeared as though she was getting miffed at her sister in law.

Sandra’s hand moved up a few inches on Jim’s thigh. Her finger tips were now caressing his inner quad muscle. “He still has nice leg muscles, Jenn! Lets take him home with us!”

“SANDRA!” was Jen’s embarrassed outburst.

Sandra looked Jim in the eye, “Want to go home with us, Jim, and fuck us both silly?” Her fingertips were now caressing his inner thigh just to the side of Jim’s cock. In spite of the situation, he felt himself swelling. As it swelled, it moved against her fingertips.

“MMMMMmmmmmm, very nice Jim! VERY nice!” Her hand went to his engorged shaft, running down its length till it reached his glans. “WOW Jen! He has an incredible cock! Lets take him home! I can tell by the look on your face you wish it was you that had your hand on his prick instead of me! Admit it sister in law! You want a nice cock in you tonight don’t you? Jim has a NICE one!”

Sandra looked Jim in the eye and said, “Her stupid husband got her all hot and bothered today and then left her high and dry. He left town leaving his poor little wife all hot and bothered! We both know she needs to get laid tonight, poor thing. She just can’t admit to herself that it is her husband’s fault that he left her like this! Come on, won’t you help out an old fellow classmate in such dire need, Jim?” Her talented fingers had him fully hard now. “Besides, her husband has a short thin one, and she needs to experience one like yours, big boy!”

Jen retorted indignantly, “Don’t listen to her Jim! She is just pissed at her brother in law.”

Jim realized that he was lost as to who Sandra really was. Was she Jen’s husband’s brother’s wife, or was she . . . . .? Jim lost his concentration when he felt one of her hands coddle his testicles as her other hand seemed to be trying to unzip his zipper.

Sandra looked at Jim and asked him if he wanted to go someplace a little quieter so they could talk. Jim quickly agreed, immediately getting up, holding his hand out for Jen, then walking away, escaping from the hands that seemed to be trying to expose him in public.

Sandra, not to be left alone, nor outdone, hurried after them.

The threesome found a quiet spot in the bar around the corner. The music was slow and easy, the lighting gave them privacy, which helped Jen relax, no longer afraid someone she knew might see her with a man other than her husband.

Sandra again seemed eager to fondle Jim’s crotch as Jen and Jim began to recount their lives since high school. Talking to Jen allowed Jim to remain somewhat aloof to Sandra’s eager fondling.

After a short while, a man walked up and asked Jen to dance. Jim grinned and urged her to do that while he took a “break”. Jim canted his head toward the john. Jen understood his intentions and accepted the man’s offer to dance.

The man led her to the dance floor then encircled her with his arms. He was a good dancer. Jen, after getting the feel for his style of leading, finally looked up at his face, only to discover that the man was handsome, about her husband’s height, and quite black. Surprised, Jen looked around the room. She then realized that many of the patrons there were black. She saw, in fact, that the male patron’s were almost all black, but many of the females were white, like she and Sandra.

Her dance partner smiled down a her, “My name is Jerrod. And yours is?”

“Uh . . . . . Jen.”

Jerrod smiled warmly at her. His smile was sincere, and he seemed genuinely interested in her as a person. “Your friend there seems quite attracted to her boyfriend. Her hands seem to not be able to stay away from his stuff! If you catch my drift?”

Jen blushed hotly in the darkness of the dance floor. “Yeah, she has always been rather forward in her desires.”

Jerrod proved his powers of perception when he commented, “Her boyfriend does not seem particularly interested in her, more so with you, if I might be so bold as to mention, Jen.”

Jen could not believe she was having this conversation with a total stranger. But she felt to not continue would be perceived as rude. Feeling a bit trapped, she replied, “Yeah, he and I were the king and queen of the Prom when we were seniors in high school. We were always attracted to each other, but never did anything about it. Back then. So to speak. God, I can’t believe I am telling you this! I don’t even know you!”

Jerrod chuckled. “I have that affect on people, it seems!” He thought for a moment as he expertly led her about the floor. “Would you like me to help you out by keeping her on the dance floor as you two should-have-been-lovers catch up? Maybe even decide to HOOK up?” His eyes stared intently into Jen’s, full of intelligence and upfront honesty.

Jenn realized that she no longer felt uncomfortable with this man. After thinking about it for a few seconds, she replied, “You would do that for me?”

Jerrod chuckled in basso profundo amusement. “I would be doing it in hopes of bedding our friend. So don’t think me a saint, Jen!” He winked at her playfully. “In fact, I have rented the penthouse suite this trip, shall we go up there and continue this? You two could get reacquainted more easily that way! And no one would see us, so your husband would never know! It has three bedrooms, a Jacuzzi, and a sauna. Plenty of reasons to get more comfortable should you choose to go in that direction, my new, petite and sexy married friend!”

Jen realized that Jerrod’s quick intelligence missed nothing.

She smiled up at him appraisingly, then replied, “That, my new friend, sounds like a great idea!” Jen found herself dancing a bit more closely to him for the rest of the dance. She felt as though she could trust him. She felt his size against her belly as his large strong hands cradled her securely. Jen sensed herself moistening, despite her determination to stay true to her husband. Was it her dance partner, or was it the chance to be near a man she had wished she had gotten to know better many years before?

Or was it both?


Sandra marched around the suite ooohing and aaaaawing over its lascivious appointments. Jen could see Sandra appraising the likelihood that Jerrod was rich, and how good he might be in bed. Jen knew her friend well enough to know that Sandra was going to be split-tailed before long, with Jerrod saddled up and riding her.

Jen chastised herself for thinking in such vulgar terms, but had to admit that Sandra could do worse. A vision of Jerrod riding Sandra, his well-muscled, black, naked humping bum, and wonderfully endowed manhood, riding Sandra hard and making crude noises as he pounded her mercilessly, like Jen’s husband had taken HER on THEIR honeymoon.

That was SO long ago, she realized. And they had never quite gotten it back together again quite so well after that. And her husband’s size was not nearly as magnanimous as she perceived Jerrod’s to be. She was still blushing at her intimate fantasy when she sat down beside Jim on the couch. Jerrod had already started the music and had pulled Sandra into a cozy clench as he danced tightly with her. Jen almost envied Sandra’s sudden entrapment.

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A few hours later, After several glasses of excellent wine, and after rediscovering the warmth of a long lost friend, Jen realized that Sandra and Jerrod had disappeared. After a bit, she sheepishly discovered that the reason she noticed the change was that Sandra was now making noises that could only be interpreted as the sounds of a woman in oblivious ecstasy. The slap-slap-slap of their bodies together was now unmistakable. The sounds of the bed being stressed by two bodies in carnal abandon, creaking in tell tale pleasures, all assaulted Jen’s already piqued senses.

Jen glanced at Jim, her face flushed with the now obvious realization of her own neediness. Desperately Jen tired to shut out the sounds of her friend receiving the treatment that she herself so craved. ‘Damn you George!’ she thought, ‘why did you leave me so up in the air like this! Damn it, you were so unfair to me.’ She felt the sodden fabric of her panties against her cleft. She had almost decided to escape, to go home when she felt Jim’s gentle hand on her breast.

She heard her own sudden gasp. She felt how hard her nipple was against the palm of his hand. His loving lips were on her neck now, then her ear lobe, then breathing softly into her ear. “I have always loved you Jen! Let’s at least have this one time together my darling?”

Jen could no longer think clearly. She felt her head turn up toward his. His lips grazed hers, then pressed longingly to her mouth, his lips so incredibly soft, his hand now caressing her breast, his thumb gently massaging her nipple. “I need you baby . . . I have needed you all this time.” With his left hand, he expertly slid her onto her back as his hips moved magically between her somehow parted thighs.

Barely able to breathe, she heard herself say “Yes Jimmie, yes, take me. Take me, make love to me like we should have years ago baby!” Her arms were around his neck, her breasts eagerly probing his chest, her ankles gripping his thighs as she felt her body tremble in need of a man other than her husband.

Jim slowly pulled her dress up, relishing the sensation of his hand intimately caressing the body of the girl he had lusted for all those years. His beloved Jen was his at last. He would relish these stolen moments for the rest of his life.

Jen’s feverish fingers struggled to free his organ, then pulled him to her parted thighs, forgetting the sodden cotton barrier that still remained. Jim pushed hard, sinking his glans into her opening, but could go no farther. Both found themselves straining to couple, yet it was as though they could not break through to completion.

Whimpering from need, Jen began to writhe and hump. Unnoticed, a dark hand finally reached between them and pulled the fabric of her panties aside, allowing Jim’s gorgeous thick penis to sink deeply into her quivering vagina. As his enviable penis slid past that certain point where her husband’s had always stopped, Jen felt her body jolt, then explode in rich multi-colored sensations of sensual ecstasy. Her body swiggled in orgasm as she crested over and over. She felt her body inexplicably expel spritzes of hot liquid, but could not stop her quivering orgasm as she blasted over and over again. Barely conscious, she worried that she had peed all over her lover and the couch on which he had so gloriously taken her.

Gasping for breath, her heart beating a million miles an hour, Jen slowly descended from the rarified air at the peaks of her ecstasy. Slowly her heels relaxed where they had dug into Jim’s thighs as she urged him on. Her quivering thighs relaxed as she relinquished her actively clamping suction on his shaft.

Still breathing heavily, Jim rolled over, freeing her from his weight. Her heart rate began to descend toward normal. Jim, his chest heaving, his penis deflating, lay on the floor beside her. ‘Wow!’ Jen thought.

Jen closed her eyes in blissful contentment, grinning in soothed delight, reliving the incredible orgasm she had just experienced. ‘Why did I wait so long?’ she asked her self. She had never felt so complete in her life.

A whispered “Would you like to dance?” caressed her ears. Her new lover’s strong loving hands picked her up, treasuring her body, cradling her as she was treasured, eyes closed, swaying to the music, dancing with her invisible lover as, naked, she was waltzed about the room. His unseen penis was caressing her bottom as she rode in his arms, her mind reliving her bliss, her body still aroused and willing to accept his further sexual congress.

Her darling dancing lover lifted her slightly, then slid her again onto his erect phallus. It felt so good as again her body enveloped his thick shaft of pleasure. She smiled as she sensed that her first lover besides her husband, was already excited enough by her body for another carnal delight, his quickly resurrected penis inside her again. SO much larger than her husband’s!

Her body began to quiver, her sheathe rippling in delight, his pulsing thickness buried to its base within her body. Each step pressed her most sensitive part against the base of his manhood. Each sideways movement caused his hardness to move about inside her body. Jen blissfully accepted her baby-doll-like adoration from her strong virile lover. His soft succulent lips on her neck, her forehead, her ears, were like fairy’s kisses. Her quivering slowly spread until it consumed her whole being. Her fountain of pleasure began to overflow. Her body began to shudder in desperate need of complete, uninhibited release.

The tension in her body as she rose toward the peaks of ecstasy delivered her into the most ecstatic discharge she of her life. As her saturated mind begin to fade toward darkness, her eyes opened slightly, revealing through the slight crack between her eye lids the ebony physique of Jerrod, his muscles rippling as he began to stab her body with his thick meaty dagger of lust.

As the last shred of light faded from her mind, she felt his sperm copiously fill her with his heat, and with his love.