The Dance (Part I)
It is hard to have a crush on someone at thirty three years
old. At that age you are suppose to know how and what to do
with a woman to get and keep her attention. Yet, I believe
the ageless dilemma for any man is to cross the tortured
land of initiation and approach the object of your affection.
The land that I envision is a rough and rugged landscape
with marred and charred trees and bare hills where well
meaning men have sacrifice limb and life to pursue their
lofty goal of attainment. As the man says goodbye to his
so-called life of luxuries he has acquired for himself
he convinces himself that this path is best for him. He is
consumed with the idea that life is only complete if he crosses
over and makes to the other side. Before the start the man
peers as far as he can see at a land that beckons him with glistening
rays happiness and peace. He can hear in the distance the
pleasurable noise of people that have found their contentment;
he can even hear them calling his name if he listens close
enough. Armed with only the courage in his heart he looks
beyond the charred land and begins his journey.
With those thoughts echoing through my head I knew that
I had one chance to impress The Crush that had consumed
my every thought. I knew she had only known me as friend;
she had no idea that my thoughts of her were longer than our
hugs and handshakes. My thoughts of her ran into the realm
of fantasy where I knew I could please and take care of her
better than any man that had tried before. I knew if I could
only show that I longed for her like the eastern mountains
beg for the sun to rise above the oceans horizon so they could
shine in all their brilliance she would understand. Yet,
everytime I approached her to confess my undying love for
her I stopped before I crossed into that burnt out land.
Tonight would be different thought.
She was there at the bar with guys hanging on her ever word.
I knew I had to approach her, drawing her away from her would-be
suitors. Pulling her on to the dance floor for the next song
I thought was the best option. She saw me approaching and
her eyes lightened up and I knew I had the OK to move in.
I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. The upbeat
tempo of the previous song was dying out as we positioned
our selves for the next song. Much to both of our surprises
the next song was slow. We had never crossed this boundary
before and I suddenly felt like we were on center floor of
a grand ball and everyones eyes were on us. With my palms
calmly from nervousness I took her hand in one and wrapped
my arm around her waist with the other. She followed my led
without hesitation. As the song rolled on I grew more comfortable
and I relaxed into the song. I released her hand finding
my way to her side. She complemented it by wrapping her arms
around my neck and leaned her head against my chest.
I can still remember her; the smell of her perfume rolling
up, the touch of skin against my neck, the look of comfort
on her face. That is when the inevitable happened. As I lingered
on these thoughts of her I suddenly felt the rush of pleasure
and the elated feeling of an erection growing. I was instantly
embarrassed and I withdrew my hips from hers so she wouldnt
have to face the ordeal of rejecting my forward advances.
Yet, the smell and feel of her only increased the desire
that I yearned for. The intensity grew and I could no longer
withdraw my hips any further from her without looking awkward.
So I relaxed and faced the inevitable. The first time my
erection pasted over her I thought for sure she would withdraw
from us. Instead, my erection passed lightly over her inner
thighs and she looked up at me with a smile in her eye and pressed
herself closer to me.
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