until you
answer my question.” He slipped his other hand underneath my dress and once
again stalled when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped each of my
breasts, softly pinching my nipples, pushing me further to the edge.
I said yes...
“The song is
going to go off any second, Claire, but I’ll hold you right here—just like
this, with the lights on until you answer me.” He was rubbing my clit
even harder—faster, and I felt intense tremors building inside of me.
“Yes.” I bit my
lip to prevent myself from crying out. I didn’t want any of the other people
around us to know what was going on.
“Thirty seconds
until we speed things up again!” The maestro’s voice was muffled.
“Yes what ?”
He continued his rhythm, continued caressing my breasts, and I couldn’t hold
back anymore.
I exploded in
waves around him—shuddering and convulsing, biting down on my lip so hard it
was probably bleeding. My knees nearly gave out, and it took every bit of
energy I had to not collapse into his arms.
“Yes...I’m...free to
go out tomorrow.”
“Good.” He
withdrew his fingers and spun me around. He pulled the bottom of my dress down
and grabbed my hand, leading me past the stage.
He led me into a
private restroom and locked the door.
Helen was
right—they were nice, too nice. There was a wall length antique mirror that
covered the entire left wall, a rustic chandelier with glimmering emeralds, and
a sofa and chaise covered in plush red velvet.
If Jonathan had
been any other man, I would’ve immediately started berating him for what he did
to me on the dance floor. I would’ve said it was rude and offensive and that I
would never speak to him again. But he wasn’t any other guy and I couldn’t deny
that I loved every second of it; I was still entranced.
He took a white
cloth from over the sink and ran warm water over it for several seconds. He
pulled me over into a corner and slid my dress up past my hips.
“Spread your
legs,” he whispered.
I slid my legs
apart and looked into his eyes as he gently wiped the inside of my thighs. He
moved his way up in a slow sensuous motion that nearly sent me over the edge
again.
I tried coming
down from the intense high I was feeling, but the look he was giving me was
preventing that from happening. He grabbed another cloth—a dry cloth, and
caressed me with it until I was completely dry.
We kept looking
into each other’s eyes and I thought he was going to say something—or kiss me,
but he simply smiled and reached for my hand.
“Are you ready
to rejoin your friends now?”
I nodded.
He gave my hand
a slight squeeze and walked me back upstairs to our table. As soon as we
arrived, he offered to take another drink order for Helen and Sandra.
“So?” Sandra
smiled. “Is your boss a good dancer?”
“He’s very
good...” I picked up my mojito and chugged it.
She raised her
eyebrow but she didn’t say anything further. She and Helen filled me in on two
men they’d met during the midnight dance, but I was only halfway listening.
I was still
hypnotized by Jonathan’s touch and honestly wished that it hadn’t ended so
soon.
When he finally
returned to the table, he talked to us as if we’d all known each other for a
long time. Much to my surprise—and disappointment, he didn’t touch me again.
––––––––
J onathan put his
jacket over my shoulders. “Where’d you park? I’ll walk you to your car.”
“The east lot.”
“Okay.” He
clasped my hand and we walked over in silence. He helped me into my car and
before I could drive off, he tapped the window.
“You never told
me where you wanted to meet me tomorrow.” He smiled. “Did you forget already?”
“Oh no, I
just...Um, how about doing an early run with a great view of the city? Around
eight?”
“That sounds
great. Where?”
“Corona Heights
Park?”
“I’ll see you
there.” He pulled a small box from his back pocket and handed it to me.
answer my question.” He slipped his other hand underneath my dress and once
again stalled when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. He cupped each of my
breasts, softly pinching my nipples, pushing me further to the edge.
I said yes...
“The song is
going to go off any second, Claire, but I’ll hold you right here—just like
this, with the lights on until you answer me.” He was rubbing my clit
even harder—faster, and I felt intense tremors building inside of me.
“Yes.” I bit my
lip to prevent myself from crying out. I didn’t want any of the other people
around us to know what was going on.
“Thirty seconds
until we speed things up again!” The maestro’s voice was muffled.
“Yes what ?”
He continued his rhythm, continued caressing my breasts, and I couldn’t hold
back anymore.
I exploded in
waves around him—shuddering and convulsing, biting down on my lip so hard it
was probably bleeding. My knees nearly gave out, and it took every bit of
energy I had to not collapse into his arms.
“Yes...I’m...free to
go out tomorrow.”
“Good.” He
withdrew his fingers and spun me around. He pulled the bottom of my dress down
and grabbed my hand, leading me past the stage.
He led me into a
private restroom and locked the door.
Helen was
right—they were nice, too nice. There was a wall length antique mirror that
covered the entire left wall, a rustic chandelier with glimmering emeralds, and
a sofa and chaise covered in plush red velvet.
If Jonathan had
been any other man, I would’ve immediately started berating him for what he did
to me on the dance floor. I would’ve said it was rude and offensive and that I
would never speak to him again. But he wasn’t any other guy and I couldn’t deny
that I loved every second of it; I was still entranced.
He took a white
cloth from over the sink and ran warm water over it for several seconds. He
pulled me over into a corner and slid my dress up past my hips.
“Spread your
legs,” he whispered.
I slid my legs
apart and looked into his eyes as he gently wiped the inside of my thighs. He
moved his way up in a slow sensuous motion that nearly sent me over the edge
again.
I tried coming
down from the intense high I was feeling, but the look he was giving me was
preventing that from happening. He grabbed another cloth—a dry cloth, and
caressed me with it until I was completely dry.
We kept looking
into each other’s eyes and I thought he was going to say something—or kiss me,
but he simply smiled and reached for my hand.
“Are you ready
to rejoin your friends now?”
I nodded.
He gave my hand
a slight squeeze and walked me back upstairs to our table. As soon as we
arrived, he offered to take another drink order for Helen and Sandra.
“So?” Sandra
smiled. “Is your boss a good dancer?”
“He’s very
good...” I picked up my mojito and chugged it.
She raised her
eyebrow but she didn’t say anything further. She and Helen filled me in on two
men they’d met during the midnight dance, but I was only halfway listening.
I was still
hypnotized by Jonathan’s touch and honestly wished that it hadn’t ended so
soon.
When he finally
returned to the table, he talked to us as if we’d all known each other for a
long time. Much to my surprise—and disappointment, he didn’t touch me again.
––––––––
J onathan put his
jacket over my shoulders. “Where’d you park? I’ll walk you to your car.”
“The east lot.”
“Okay.” He
clasped my hand and we walked over in silence. He helped me into my car and
before I could drive off, he tapped the window.
“You never told
me where you wanted to meet me tomorrow.” He smiled. “Did you forget already?”
“Oh no, I
just...Um, how about doing an early run with a great view of the city? Around
eight?”
“That sounds
great. Where?”
“Corona Heights
Park?”
“I’ll see you
there.” He pulled a small box from his back pocket and handed it to me.
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