” She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I give myself to you, oh vanquisher of scum.”“What the hell is wrong with you?” he...asked with a wry laugh.“I’ll tell you in the morning. Right now I just want you to take me.” All thoughts of disagreement went out of his head as she pulled him into a deep kiss. He kicked off his pants and carried her into the bedroom. When he dropped her onto the bed, something bounced up but he paid it no mind. She finished peeling him out of his. Fine. Thank you.”Thank you. Thank you for your attention and your mouth and your hands and your perfect cock. Thank you for making me feel unempty for one beautiful evening.He disappeared from the room and a minute later, I heard the water start. I sat up fast, unable to quell the intense sense of shame. I dressed. Underwear. Jeans. Shirt. Sweater. Coat. I didn’t want to leave the warm apartment but how could I stay? How could I play it like it was all okay? It wasn’t okay. I didn’t even know. It hadn't even dawned on me yet as to her true purpose but I was definitely getting hard while chatting. After a bit, I rose and said, "We should probably get back to the living room or Fred will think we were getting busy."She rose and blocked my path saying, "Would that be such a bad thing?"I stand at six-feet-four-inches and two-hundred-and-thirty-pounds at the time, all muscle from working out six days a week, and as she looked up at me, I said, "no that wouldn't be a bad thing."I lowered. Sending her out and drawing her back, they feel the energy and connection between them build. Their lips brush each others cheeks and as he holds her close, their mouths slowly touch. They slow their dance and kiss each other. As the song pulls to a close, they pour a glass of champagne and sit to talk for a while. Grabbing some friends passing by, they finish the bottle of champagne while enjoying their private dance party. As the night slows down, they head for home. He pulls out and she.