Jim: “When is the next show?” Me: “I don’t know. When do you want one?” Jim: “How about tonight?” Me: “Can’t. Too late.” Jim: “W... should hook up during the day.” Me: “Where?” Jim: “Doesn’t matter to me.” Me: “You can come over here.” Jim: “What time?” Me: “Anytime afternoon.” Jim: “Great.” I stared at our chat exchange for the longest time. I was both excited and nervous. A glass of wine took care of the nervousness. My phone buzzed about ten in the morning. It was Jim. Jim: “Can we move it up. " I returned to the pate and salad. "Ok, I give up. Where does it come from?" Romeo and Juliet." Of course. I should have remembered." She looked coyly in my direction. "That was another nice compliment. You could seduce a girl with those words you know." I had little to say.In the second half the music took on a different air, stirring with marches like 'Liberty Bell' by Sousa, and everyone clapping along with the rousing refrain. Then towards the end we had 'Jerusalem' and 'Pomp and. As with all new ways of toying with my clit, I just had to watch it, so I took out my mirror and assumed the position. I put a glass of ice water by my bed and started to rub my clit in the usual way. A few minutes of medium instensity stimulation was all that was needed to get a generous flow of pussy juice started. After I made myself wet to my satisfaction, I dipped my fingers into the glass of ice water and allowed them to soak for a while. My pussy was deprived of that oh-so-sweet. If it happened again I'd talk to the chaperones.Then we were on the dance floor and nothing mattered. My arm went around her slender, naked waist and she rested her hand on my shoulder. At first we were hesitant, holding each other stiffly, formally, not touching too much. I was intensely aware of my jutting hardon, almost as if I were afraid I'd stab her in the belly with it."Don't smudge my makeup," she warned me as we began to move.I glanced down at her body, doubting I'd ever tire of the.