Dance Lessons

From the front row, I could see her legs flashing in and out of the red fabric of her dress as she moved across the stage. I wondered what the lotion she’d chosen smelled like…and if she’d applied it herself or if her lover had. I imagined my own hands touching the shiny, smooth brown skin.

The music was slow at first, just as her movements were, seducing the audience. Hips swaying, her body twisting and turning, it was hard not to imagine her in knots beneath me, red sheets wrapping and cinching around her, writhing, achingly slowly.

My pussy clenched at the thought, and I placed my hand on my husband’s knee to quell it…just as the music began to build…and her movements quickenened in short bursts, as if her body were speaking to the notes, or fucking them…right in front of me.

Suddenly I had the intense desire to sign up for dance lessons.

So…with all my travelling and busyness, I missed the Friday Flash prompt, yet again…however, I was inspired by the prompt and decided to play along anyway. I’m a rebel like that.