Amy began to move in time to Peter’s movements until she started to murmur quietly to herself. Within a short while her murmurs became moans and wit...in a minute she felt her orgasm rising within her. Her breathing became erratic and she began to moan loudly as she came on Peter’s hand. Peter withdrew his hand and stared at it as it glistened in the morning’s first light. He looked down at Amy and her smooth back. Her buttocks were naked and were still rising and falling as her orgasm subsided.. Our hands trace the patterns of energy that only we, the dancers, are privy to feeling. Smiles, red faces, sweat-soaked black shirts, matted and tussled hair define those dancers who know, from the newer folk who are here for the first time. And then, as my favorite mesmerizing quartet begins to climax the first set, I see her. I'd been watching the cascade of bodies on the dance floor rising and falling like an ocean of flesh for an hour. It was the same shit every night of every weekend for. . I was frustrated, in the three or four years after Mark died, well I was still in some sort of shock, sex was always at the back of my mind, but, without him, other than my vibrator and fingers, I just couldn’t bring myself to taking another partner, oh there was the odd one`s, evening out mostly, folk who knew us before, hopeful of me giving it out, but nothing serious, and as the lad got older he started to ask questions, like all boys, so I knew that I would need to cover his father`s. The day arrives and I feelsick to my stomach but my submissive nature and the need for that keydrives me to go through with it. I get all dressed up with beautifullyapplied make-up, seductive red dress and sexy red heels. I'm shaking withnerves the whole journey in the taxi to the restaurant, with this being myfirst time out in public enfemme. He was rather nice, although seemed toenjoy teasing me about my predicament. He even jokingly offered to pay forme to have a boob job (I'm not completely.