Dinner was ruined by the time you were two hours late, I was frantic, I called your parents, your sister, the police and all the local hospitals, all ...ur friends. No one knew where you were, or could be.It was just before ten when you pulled up outside, I was so relieved, I hurriedly sent a text to all those that I had worried telling them you were home. You were singing as you opened the door, do you remember?Yes you were singing, until you smelled the ruined dinner, turned and saw me rushing. This dance now with you was how we imagined it. Intimate, sensual far more provocative and alluring than coming together for that first time.There are smiles of course, a nervousness for both that adds to, rather than detracts from the heightened sensuality that pervades the very air we breathe. The very bed that monopolizes the room is more hindrance than help for what is now needed, desired. Though no doubt, the bed will itself come into play later, but again, much, much later."Dance for me,". That had to be an interesting story, Mark mused.Next to Andi sat Mike Clarke, another late-twenties junior VP. And sitting between Mike and Mark was--oh, my God, she's almost gorgeous beyond belief--Mike's twenty-four-year-old wife Chastity. Called "Chaz" by the others, she had shoulder-length brown hair and dazzling green eyes. She could have easily posed for Playboy or any other men's publication while having the whole male world drooling and stumbling over their tongues to satisfy her. After five minutes it started to burn. At sixminutes, the burning was more than a little uncomfortable, and at sevenminutes I thought my skin was on fire. Right as the timer on my watchhit eight minutes, I stepped back under the shower and vigorouslyscrubbed with my loofa. I was amazed at how immediate the relief was,but even more shocked at how smooth my skin felt. I stepped out of theshower, still amazed at how different everything felt as I driedmyself. I proceeded to cover my entire body in.