I'm left in the club by myself. I'm sitting at a table for 4 people with just me. A couple came over and asked if they could sit there. "Sure," I said... We chatted a bit. He danced with his wife.They came back to the table. He asked if I'd like to dance. I joined him on the dance floor for a hot beat number. He was a good dancer. The song ended. We stayed on the dance floor and talked a little. The next song was a slow one."Dance?" "Yes." As we began moving together with the music, he cupped my. The water reducing itself to a gentle trickle, a drip, hearing it pattern with the sound of the easing rain. As I exit the room, I can see a light haze patterned against the hallway. The shape of the slats of the blinds, the morning light, fog, casting a shadow, a form. Fog or rain, I can no longer tell, the same nebulous substance, all one, all the same dark feel, the same dark colors. She is dancing in the living room now. Her skirt in a pattern among her, laughing, her cheeks with a blush.. After a few minutes of this I removed my hand from her breast and slid it under the table. I whispered in her ear that I was going to explore under her skirt. She put both of her arms on the table and nervously spread her legs so that I could have the access that I wanted. My hand starting at her knee and slowly slid up her leg rubbing and caressing against her inner thigh. Soon I was at the crotch of her panties and they were soaking wet from her cunt juices leaking out. I slid my fingers the. Our discussion continued and I have written her a couple of notes since that have escalated such that they now form the basis for our immensely enjoyable sex sessions. One of these sessions took place two nights ago after I sent her a note during the day describing how I imagined her being subjugated by a stranger with a massive cock. By the time we got to bed (kids, dogs, dinner permitting), I noticed how very wet she already was and I inhaled the scent of her desire. She acted the dutiful.