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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Once our glasses were empty, Helene got up to leave.
“Right I will leave you two to get to get to know each other better.”
Jo rose, and the two women hugged, and Helene whispered in Jo’s ear. “Enjoy him and have lots of fun.”
Jo smiled “Thank you, Helene; I will.”
Helene then turned and kissed me, and said, “See you tomorrow, my love!”
“Take care, my love.” We kissed again, and Helene then left.
“She is an amazing woman Phil.”
“She certainly is.”
“So what do we do now?” I asked.
“Do you like to dance?”
“Well I’m not that good, but if I am with a gorgeous woman, I am always prepared to give it ago.”
“Good. Ok then let’s go.” With that Jo jumped up grabbed me by the hand, pulled me up and dragged me out of the pub. We hailed a taxi and Jo gave the driver the address which was near to where she lived. On the drive there, she continued to hold my hand, while she talked like an excited teenager about the place we were going to.
While she talked, I noticed more the clothes she was wearing, which I hadn’t paid much attention to earlier. The skirt was black and very short especially now she was sitting in the taxi, but that gave me a better look at her legs, which I didn’t mind at all. Her strappy top was red with a scoop neckline, and it hugged her boobs, and there was no sign of a bra.
She talked most of the way, but I didn’t mind because she was happy and smiling. When we arrived, the place was bustling, with some people standing outside. When we got inside Jo lead me upstairs, which was where the dance floor was. We got drinks and found a corner that was slightly quieter.
After a while chatting, where I did get to say a bit myself, Jo said.
“Come on let us dance.”
I didn’t get a choice, as she grabbed my hand again and pulled me up. Jo was so happy to be in the dancefloor and threw herself into it. I did my best, but I was taken to watching her move to the groove, and she moved very well. She raised her arms and swayed, while her hips were gyrating and then moved closer to me and I placed my hands on her hips. She looked up at me and smiled, and then put her arms around my neck pulling her body closer to mine. We swayed our bodies in unison with each other and the music.
As the tune changed, she turned around and proceeded to grind her body against mine. She must have felt my erection. Again I held on to her hips, her skin was soft and smooth, and I wanted her!
We danced for, and there was almost constant flirting with our bodies touching most of the time.
We then took a break and went to get more drinks, but then had difficulty finding two seats together, so we ended with me sitting, and Jo sat on my lap, side on to me, with her right arm around my shoulder.
“You dance well for a bloke, Phil!” she said.
“Thanks, I think,” I said, before adding, “I certainly loved dancing with you, but I do prefer slower dancing.”
“Be patient Phil, that will come later.” She smiled and then leant in to kiss me. A first kiss is always, and this was. It was gentle, but purposeful and only lasted a couple of seconds, but promised so much. She pulled back and locked her eyes on mine. They were dark eyes, but big and beautiful, and they were full of lust and love.
She then leant in again, and this time the kiss, from both of us was longer, much longer. She soon opened her warm lips, and my tongue moved into her mouth and met her tongue. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and the kiss went on and on.
My arms pulled her body closer until her breast was squashed against my chest. At the same time, my arms roamed up and down her back but concentrated on her bare midriff and her upper back that was also bare. Her body melted under my touch.
It was sometime before we broke the kiss, and when we did, we just stared into each other's eyes for a while.
“You kiss better than you dance Phil.”
“I will take that as a compliment. It certainly had the wow factor.”
For the next few minutes Jo continued to kiss me every few seconds, just short but tender kisses, lips to lips, no tongues, it was wonderful.
I decided to see if I could move things on a little so I put my right hand on her bare leg just above the knee and as the kisses continued my hand slowly moved higher up her leg. By this time there couldn’t have been more than a couple of inches of her leg covered by her skirt before I would have got to her knickers, assuming she was wearing any, but as I got to the hem of the skirt, she gently shook her head at me and whispered in my ear.
“Later Phil.”
“You keep saying later to me.”
“Don’t worry, it won't be long, and when later arrives I won't stop you doing anything!”
“I will remember that and hold you to it.”
“Please do.”
We got up to dance again, which while breaking one lot of sexual tension, created another sort, with Jo grinding her body into me and my hands were all over her, well as much as I could get away with. I did get my hands on her arse, and for once she didn’t stop me, it was firm but also soft if you know what I mean. She smiled at me as I squeezed her.
Eventually, the slow tunes were played, and we danced as close as we could, with my head leaning against Jo’s and her hands tight around my waist. As the songs played on, my hands rested on her arse again, and surprisingly she lowered her hands to my arse, pulling our bodies even closer. While still clutching each other close she lifted her head, and we kissed, deeply. I have always loved kissing a woman on the dance floor, it is so public, so you can't hide your feelings from those around you. Little would those “spectators” know, if indeed anyone was watching us that I was actually in love with another woman and Jo was just a Lover, well she would be soon.
The venue wasn’t closing yet, but after several close dances, Jo whispered to me.
“Let’s go.”
“Does that mean it is finally “later”?”
“Very nearly Phil.”
We got a cab to her flat. On the way, we kissed a lot, and I slid my hand up her leg and finally got underneath her skirt, but I didn’t go all the way, I just wanted to tease her.
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