|NIGHT DANCE (standard:drama, 988 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Oct 06 2005||Views/Reads: 1856/1130||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Polished wood, big band music, strong cocktails and a partner that smells good and dances like a dream. What else is there?|
NIGHT DANCE Kites and hang gliders of sharply contrasting colors decorate the walls; garish hues vivid even in the halls warm subdued light. He had attended hundreds of dances, cavorted and high jinxed his way around dozens of dance floors but had never seen a ballroom decorated with such an odd collection. He seemed to have arrived a little early for only a few couples were on the floor dancing to recorded music. Dozens of still vacant tables surrounded the perimeter of the floors polished hardwood surface. Almost without his being aware, his feet began to slide and shuffle to the softly playing waltz music, the often-present knotted tension in his neck and shoulders began their magical dissipation. He selected a seat that gave him a good view of the entry door, bandstand, and shinning oaken floor. His feet began to move again, faster now doing small almost imperceptible movements in time to the foxtrot music flowing from the halls well-balanced sound system. The familiar rich sound of a famous but now long gone orchestra filled the hall. This classy old time orchestras like so many other good things were gone now, never to return. Still puzzling over the wall decorations, he ordered a simple mixed drink from the roving server; he then sat back, closed his eyes, took, and slowly released a deep breath, to help dispel the last of his nervous tension. He must have relaxed so completely he dozed off because when he again opened his eyes in response to a soft touch on his shoulder he was surprised to find he was no longer alone. A tuxedo attired complete orchestra had mounted the carpeted bandstand and many smiling well-dressed couples were seated around the previously vacant tables. His untouched Vodka-Tonic sat within easy reach slowly forming a wet ring on a pastel paper cocktail napkin. The sight of the cocktails inviting frosty glass and plump dark green lime slice set his mouth to watering. Margaret being here to touch his shoulder was the greatest surprise of all. She was someone he least expected to see tonight, an old friend and dance partner from what he thought were days long past. “Margaret! My God, girl, what are you doing here? The last I heard you had run off and married a traveling salesman. What are you drinking?” “First things first I'll have what your having. He is not a traveling salesman dimwit he is a marketing manager for a major drug company and we dated for six months. The way you go on it sounds as though we fell in lust one night and eloped. I am just back in town for the weekend to visit a few friends and clean up some loose ends about my old house, but of course I could lie and say I made the trip just to dance one more night away with you.” “Are you sure it would be a lie? I know you got very aroused every time we danced! Are you sure your not here because you just can't stand being without me one more minute?” “You really are a dimwit and a concede one at that! The only time I ever got hot and bothered around you was when the air-conditioning failed at the old Elks Hall. You were married and the only married man that ever excited me is the one I left at home this morning. I do however have some deep seated needs and you can help me fill them with a lot less talk and a little more dancing.” From the moment they took the floor, it was as though they had never been apart, Margaret moved into the circle of his arm and they traversed the flawless wood surface in a liquid motion that was sinuous and beautiful. Margaret may have felt no arousal when they danced but he could not say the same, the warmth of her nearness, her obedient responses to even the lightest of palm and forearm pressure as he steered her around the floor filled him with pleasure. Her perfume was the same subtle one he remembered. The two fingers of her left hand so casually touching the bare skin at the back of his neck just above his shirt collar sent wave Click here to read the rest of this story (28 more lines)
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