Joosee,’ she say, ‘and I can’t do this ballroom thing.’
‘That’s OK.’ I try to put her at ease. Maybe that’s why she feeling tense. ‘We don’t have to do what they doing. Just follow me. You’ll be fine.’
I start with some basic steps, keep it really simple. I feel her relaxing. I love playing teacher. They usually stay for more than one dance if they learn a few steps in the first one. I look at her shoes and figure she’ll need to sit down after two or three dances, women in them high heels can’t dance for long.
‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I say at the end of the dance. I keep hold of her hands, let her know I want the next one.
‘No, I enjoyed it.’
‘Because you relax,’ I say quick because I feel her tensing again.
The other track starting. I let one of her hands go and slide my hand to her back. She don’t resist. Begin to flow with me.
‘Where did you learn to dance like this?’
‘My mother taught me.’
‘Is she a dance teacher?’
‘No.’
‘So how did she…’
‘When she was learning she needed someone to practice with. I didn’t mind. So I learned the moves.’
‘And very well you do them, if you don’t mind me saying so.’
‘You English, right?’
‘How did you guess?’
‘Your accent.’
‘Spot on.’ I can feel her smile even though I can’t see it. Is she laughing at me? I step back so I can see her face. She smile at me, soft lips part, show me nice even teeth. I just meet this woman but I want to kiss her lips, want to taste her teeth, want to feel her body close to mine, want to wipe the sadness out of her eyes that’s there even when she smile.
I feel my cock stirring, waking up. It’s a good thing I’m wearing proper underpants; boxers would be giving me away big time. I’ll bring her in close next song.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be taking a break here to listen to the karaoke finalists. We’ll be back later for more dancing. In the meantime, enjoy the show.’
The lights come on, people leave the floor. I’m so mad at the DJ. I’m still holding her hand, don’t want to let her go. How can he do this now? She wriggle her hand like she reminding me I’m still holding her. She look a little embarrassed so I let go.
‘Why don’t you come and find me later?’ she say, already walking back to her friends.
I can’t stand karaoke. I go outside to make a couple calls. One to my friend to let him know I’m not going to make it to play pool, the other to Mel to let her know I’m down The Plantation. Not to wait up because I might be late.
‘You want me to come down?’ She don’t realise that is partly she I need to get away from.
‘No, I just want to hang out tonight.’ I sit in my car and listen to some reggae and try to reason with myself. Tell myself it’s the stress why I just meet a woman and want to kiss her. Maybe I should leave now, go and play my stress out somewhere else. But I know I’m going back in there, soon as the karaoke finish.
I misjudge the time because when I go back she on the floor with another man dancing to a calypso song. I find my seat at the bar. ‘Look like you miss you chance there,’ my ex-employee say. ‘Pity, the woman move like a snake.’
I watch her skirt flick from side to side, like she don’t have any solid bones in her hips. She doing something slow and sexy with her hands. The man right. She moving like a snake for true. The man she dancing with, about forty, six foot, short hair, stripe shirt and white pants loving it. He staying there for the next one, she letting him. I almost convince myself to walk away. I don’t need any more complication in my life.
‘Pity,’ my drinking mate says again. It’s like a little voice in my head say ‘fight for her.’
For what, for a few dances, for a little escape for a night? But the voice still there. ‘Fight for her.’ I drain my glass and say to the man. ‘The night no done yet.’
I go on the floor and make sure
‘That’s OK.’ I try to put her at ease. Maybe that’s why she feeling tense. ‘We don’t have to do what they doing. Just follow me. You’ll be fine.’
I start with some basic steps, keep it really simple. I feel her relaxing. I love playing teacher. They usually stay for more than one dance if they learn a few steps in the first one. I look at her shoes and figure she’ll need to sit down after two or three dances, women in them high heels can’t dance for long.
‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I say at the end of the dance. I keep hold of her hands, let her know I want the next one.
‘No, I enjoyed it.’
‘Because you relax,’ I say quick because I feel her tensing again.
The other track starting. I let one of her hands go and slide my hand to her back. She don’t resist. Begin to flow with me.
‘Where did you learn to dance like this?’
‘My mother taught me.’
‘Is she a dance teacher?’
‘No.’
‘So how did she…’
‘When she was learning she needed someone to practice with. I didn’t mind. So I learned the moves.’
‘And very well you do them, if you don’t mind me saying so.’
‘You English, right?’
‘How did you guess?’
‘Your accent.’
‘Spot on.’ I can feel her smile even though I can’t see it. Is she laughing at me? I step back so I can see her face. She smile at me, soft lips part, show me nice even teeth. I just meet this woman but I want to kiss her lips, want to taste her teeth, want to feel her body close to mine, want to wipe the sadness out of her eyes that’s there even when she smile.
I feel my cock stirring, waking up. It’s a good thing I’m wearing proper underpants; boxers would be giving me away big time. I’ll bring her in close next song.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be taking a break here to listen to the karaoke finalists. We’ll be back later for more dancing. In the meantime, enjoy the show.’
The lights come on, people leave the floor. I’m so mad at the DJ. I’m still holding her hand, don’t want to let her go. How can he do this now? She wriggle her hand like she reminding me I’m still holding her. She look a little embarrassed so I let go.
‘Why don’t you come and find me later?’ she say, already walking back to her friends.
I can’t stand karaoke. I go outside to make a couple calls. One to my friend to let him know I’m not going to make it to play pool, the other to Mel to let her know I’m down The Plantation. Not to wait up because I might be late.
‘You want me to come down?’ She don’t realise that is partly she I need to get away from.
‘No, I just want to hang out tonight.’ I sit in my car and listen to some reggae and try to reason with myself. Tell myself it’s the stress why I just meet a woman and want to kiss her. Maybe I should leave now, go and play my stress out somewhere else. But I know I’m going back in there, soon as the karaoke finish.
I misjudge the time because when I go back she on the floor with another man dancing to a calypso song. I find my seat at the bar. ‘Look like you miss you chance there,’ my ex-employee say. ‘Pity, the woman move like a snake.’
I watch her skirt flick from side to side, like she don’t have any solid bones in her hips. She doing something slow and sexy with her hands. The man right. She moving like a snake for true. The man she dancing with, about forty, six foot, short hair, stripe shirt and white pants loving it. He staying there for the next one, she letting him. I almost convince myself to walk away. I don’t need any more complication in my life.
‘Pity,’ my drinking mate says again. It’s like a little voice in my head say ‘fight for her.’
For what, for a few dances, for a little escape for a night? But the voice still there. ‘Fight for her.’ I drain my glass and say to the man. ‘The night no done yet.’
I go on the floor and make sure