Dance, Dance, Dance

‘Thanks again Max.  Your advice and expertise on these matters is always welcome,’ Rod Black said,

shaking the man’s hand.

‘I’ll get these down first thing tomorrow morning.  At the rate you're going I’ll need to get a vault just for your holdings alone,’ Max said.  ‘Thanks again for dinner, that’s usually my job,’ he added.

‘It’s your advice and acumen that allows me to pay for it, besides, you're a friend and excellent company, so don’t feel any guilt on the matter,’ Rod said, then caught something out of the corner of his eye.

‘I was going to buy you a drink, but I can see you’re not interested, in the drink at least.  Send you everything to sign tomorrow,’ Max smiled, gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder and left the lobby of the hotel.

Rod looked through the glass of the Algonquin Room at a woman sitting at the bar, her legs crossed trying not to look upset or perhaps more accurately he thought, hurt.  He stroud over, opened one of the double art deco doors, making his way to her, the attentive bartender meeting just as he arrived behind her.  

‘Another Bombay East Sapphire and tonic for the lady and The Glenlivet 21, no ice for me please.

The woman turned slowly in her seat, the heavenly vision as he remembered her.  

‘Thank you for the drink Rod,’ a crack of a smile briefly appeared then gone, but he saw it, before she

turned away.

For most men that would have been the queue to tuck tail and run, but he’d been down this road before, with her a couple of times and with others many, he would not be that easily dismissed.  What was needed was something hard and even made cruel, but not so much that he couldn’t turn it into a caring comment which he did intend and mean it to be.

‘If you’re waiting for someone to ask you to dance, you can forget that, it’s never going to happen,’ he said flatly.  

The bar stool did not turn back to face him as he had hoped, he had to get more personal even with the risk that carried.  

‘And don’t tell me you aren’t here for that.  I saw you from outside in the lobby looking at the dance floor, your eyes fixed on it then on passing men in the hopes they’d ask you.  Oh nothing obvious, because you don’t need that, you’re used to attracting the opposite sex, but so far by my count at least you’ve been bowled for a duck four times,’ he said knowing it hurt but also he knew she wouldn’t take it silently.

‘It’s only been three, but you can count yourself as number four,’ she smiled icily, turning to face him as he hoped.

‘I am sorry for that, those fools don’t know what they're missing,’ he said, seeing her face soften, he continued.  ‘You know why, they're scared to ask.  Terrified to approach a beautiful woman for fear of being told no in front of one, their friends, or two, anyone within earshot.  Make ego, plain and simple.  My question is why didn’t you bring a partner to dance with?’

‘You don’t seem to share their trepidation,’ she said, taking a sip of her drink.

‘Well, I’m around beautiful women a great deal of the time, so I have experiences and insights they don’t.’

‘Care to share any of that with me.  It may help me attract one of them,’ she smiled.

‘You don’t need that, you have me here by your side,’ he smiled back then watched couples file off the dance floor, her eyes looking at the floor.  

‘Well, I wish you luck in your evening's pursuit,’ he said, putting some money on the bar, motioning it was all his and if the lady wanted another that would cover it.  

There was another exit at the far end of the room, he walked past her, more than a few women eyeing him, some even stopping him to talk.

‘No doubt asking him to dance,’ she said in her mind, emphasis on the word him.  She swung about, took another sip of her drink thinking it funny that it didn’t taste as good as a few minutes ago, gathered her clutch and prepared to leave when a hand slipped into hers.

‘I would like this dance if I may,’ he smiled.  ‘I take that smile as yes, Virginia Kenton.’  He led her to the dance floor, made a motion to the band who launched into, Sing, Sing, Sing.

She tensed at the first beat of the drum.  Rod took a step back, extending their arms then pulled her toward him launching her into a tight series of spins as she flew by him, her arm extending at the end to be caught by his, then reeled into him close before they synchronised into the Swing dance routine.  

Five minutes and three seconds later Virginia heard the applause of the onlookers, saw the smile from her partner and for the first time that evening felt happy.  So much so that she didn’t realise until they were halfway to a booth that Rod was holding her hand and when she realised it she didn’t mind at all.  

‘Some guys have all the luck,’ he said.  ‘I mean what are the chances I would meet a very beautiful woman this evening, let alone meet her in a room full of blind men, otherwise, I can’t explain how or why she was single and then have her turn out to be such a fantastic dancer.’

‘Especially given the extenuating circumstances of the two people involved,’ she said,

‘Don’t bring that up. I prefer to think of this as a girl meets a very lucky boy,’ he smiled.

‘You’re a very good dancer yourself,’ Virginia said.

‘Arthur Murray, best money I ever spent and who knew six lessons was all it took,’ he laughed.  Seriously and you're never to tell anyone about this.  All my electives in university were dance classes.  The first one was because that was all that fit in my timetable, but I fell in love with it, even took extra classes and the Arthur Murray as well.  You have to be a different story, you move far too well, fluid and sweeping with added flair for it not to be your passion from a long way back.  

Ever since I was five.  Dance major at university and you?’

‘Engineering and then an MBA,’ Rod answered.  ‘You look smashing in that dress,’ he added.  

Virginia had heard these lines before, but this was different, she almost thought he meant it.

‘So you just happened to be here this evening, same as me,’ she pressed.  ‘Seems a little coincidental, maybe too much so,’ she said, reaching out her hand to his.

‘Before you jab me with that poison ring, hear me out,’ he said looking her in the eyes.  I was here meeting with my finance guy, yes even an MBA needs that, we don’t know everything, all the tax and other loopholes, besides my day job keeps me busy.  I live here, this city, not too far from here in fact.  I like the ambience of the restaurant upstairs and the privacy they afford.  Spy secrets are one level, personal finances are quite another,’he smiled.  ‘I’m thinking of retiring, I have more than enough money for the rest of my life, several lifetimes to be more accurate and I would like to live out this one to an older age that trends usually allow.  So tonight we set those wheels in motion.  Now if you want to kill me, kidnap me and whatever, please be my guest, I promise I won’t resist you.’

‘Training,’ she said.  ‘Retire? Can you do that?’

‘I can, from that remark I assume  you can’t.  What do they do with you when it no longer works for you.  That by the way is a long way off coming from this side of the table.’

‘Desk work I suppose, maybe a little training work.  I try not to think about it as it's very depressing,’ Virginia said.

‘Then we should dance again,’ Rod said, taking her hand.  ‘Do you have a preference this time?’

Virginia smiled, went to the band leader then came back to Rod.  ‘Ready?’ she smiled.

Both were amazed at how well they danced together, like each knew what was coming from the other, never a miss step or hesitation, but neither told the other.  In the Mood, her choice, ended with her in his arms in a supine position, each waiting for the other to make a move that never came as they returned to their table.  

‘We should be on Dancing with the Spy’s’ he said, she didn’t laugh.

‘Why?’ Virginia said in a way he immediately understood.  

‘I saw you there, looking hopefully, but getting nothing.  What kind of a person would I be if I had the power, even for a very short time, to change that and did nothing to do so.  This is about making another person happy, no matter what wide side of the divide we fall upon.  Corny, maybe, but I think you're worth it.’

‘Such a small moment, it goes away so fast,’ she answered.  

‘Life is made of small moments, the trick is to remember them,’ Rod answered, this time taking her hand.  ‘Would you like a nightcap then a final dance?’ he asked.  

He excused himself and came back a few minutes later with two glasses.  Everything is arranged when we are ready.  I hope you approve of my choice, both drink and music,’ Rod offered.  ‘Since we are in New York, something from the city.’

‘Big Apple Manhattan,’ he smiled, seeing she liked it.

They talked a while before they again departed for the dance floor, he gave a nod to the conductor as a singer stepped up to the microphone.  She came into his arms with a smile as the music standard.  

‘I love this song, thank you,’ she whispered in his ear as Fly me to the Moon began.  

‘I had a wonderful time tonight,’ Rod said as he helped Virginia with her coat in the lobby.  Let me get you a cab,’ he said, turning to motion to the doorman.  ‘Few minutes wait this time of night, lucky me again,’ he said this time kissing her on the cheek.  ‘Thank you again.’

The cab came and he walked her to the door, opening it before she put her hand on it and looked at him.  ‘Remember earlier in the evening when you said you wouldn’t resist.  If I asked nicely would you be willing to resist a little,’ she asked.  

‘This is not a good idea, for you I mean and by that I mean not that I’m anything special, but for you and all it entails if certain things were to come to the attention of others.  Me I don’t worry about, but….’

‘I can’t remember the last time someone said they worried about me.  I live in the city as well, I suspect because we’re both away a great deal, that’s why we’ve never met before so I suppose it boils down to the old cliche, your place or mine?’ 

‘If you're sure then I suggest here, no home field advantage, to use a cliche right back at you,’ he smiled

Knowing people and doing considerable business with them has its perks, the night never questioned them registering with no luggage which made Virginia wonder what number she was on his list of hotel conquests giving him a glancing sideways look in the elevator.

‘I know you're wondering and no I have never done this before.  They know me from my business dealings, I’m a good customer so that’s why it was so easy and no questions asked.’

‘I wasn’t wondering,’ she replied.

‘Yes you were,’ he smiled at her as the door opened on their floor.

The couple walked down the hall, each step seemed bigger than the last as the reality of what was about to happen set in.  Both were thankful when the door to the suite closed behind them.  

Rod turned on some lights as she looked around, a whirl of nerves and it showed immediate;ly as they tried to embrace.  His arms went one way, hers the same so they clashed together, it took several attempts to even come together, it was nothing like the smooth motion they had enjoyed on the dance floor.  They came their attempt at a kiss, they badly missed each other's mouth, instead of adjusting it got worse until she pulled away. 

‘This was a mistake, a huge mistake on my part and I’m sorry for it and worst of all I know what the problem is, I care!’ Virginia said.  ‘I’ll get that cab, sorry for all this.’

‘At least allow me that one kiss before you go and I promise to resist, badly, but I promise,  Please just stand still, no arms and let my lips find yours, once I do feel free to join in, then we can say goodbye if you want?’ Rod asked.

‘You’re very confident,’ she smiled.

‘I’m banking heavily on my partner,’ he answered, then found her lips.

A long moment of nothing, then a little motion, just who started it, that didn’t matter.  It was slow, cautious, uncertain, moments when you might pull away, certain you’d made a mistake or were about to that would ruin the whole thing, but both stayed together, each getting the feel of the other until like a dance someone took the lead and the motion meshed.  

Virginia’s lips slipped off to the side, then turned and pulled back, recovering with several soft pulls to slow them.  Rod kissed her upper lip, she his lower then back together they went. Their arms then slipped around each other, his neck, his, her waist then up her back and shoulders.

Virginia tightened her arms and pressed in against him, feeling his excited stem swelling against her.  Rod, her firm breasts and erect nipples, the sway of her shoulder as she leaned into him, the goosebumps on her skin.  

It ended as slowly as it began, a silent last few touches, sweet and tender then looking at each other, each knowing it was maybe still a mistake, but one they had to make.

She pulled her arms away and walked to the far side of the bed, he replicating her on his side.  From there it sort of resembled an undressing Mexican standoff.  Each removing a piece of clothing at the same time, each more and more impressed and excited by the other's emerging body until naked they each took their respective edge of the sheets, pulling them back, slipping under and into each other's arms, their lips not requiring instructions this time.  

Both found it surprising that neither made their move first, both seemed content to hold, kiss and explore, hands running up and down, the electric touch along the skin of the other causing small involuntary jumps as they moved about the bed.  

Virginia let herself go for just a second as his lips found one of her nipples, his sweet tender touch and roll of his tongue stilled her so much so Rod sensed it and shifted on top.  All her training warnings went off at once, her instincts talking over as she tried to undo the disadvantage a female spy had being on the bottom.  Her hands slipped down and seized his stem in a soft lapping embrace, usually more than enough with any other man to roll him back and put her on top, but not him.  Virginia's insistent touch continued, her body urging him over while her own swelling desires from his actions until she suddenly let go, her arms coming around his waist in a loose embrace as he kissed her neck and breasts.  Soft swirls of his palm, tender burping actions of his fingers over her hard erect and wonderfully pink coloured nipples followed by sweet wet sucks and just the merest of touches with his teeth, so shards of electric blue lighting bolts across her closed eyes.

‘’He’s making love to me!’ she exclaimed in her mind.  ‘It's been so long since that happened,’ she added in joy then delight as his head continued down, her arms leaving him, coming above her head as her legs slightly opened.  

At first it was a flicker, a slowly turning of his tongue along the edges, enough to cause jerks from her.  Then his head tilted forward a bit so the curled tip of his tongue swirling and circling the inner labia, slowly descending as her excitement grew, her breathing getting more shallow, her arms now on his shoulders, gentle urges to leave and come to her so they could merge into one form, but he refused and she lost the will to pull him up as his long and devilish tongue slipped inside her finding her clitoris instantly and more that receptive.  

A less skilled man would have been quick about this, but Rod took his time, building her, waves of warm wonderful pleasure, like a Caribbean tide covered her.  His hands magically found her breasts again, the action racing through her as she tilted her hips, allowing more of his oral instrument of pleasure to envelope her even as she fought release from his skills.  

She felt herself rises, gasping and making, to him, wonderful little pleasuring sounds, her hips surging with each caress of his tongue, both in perfect unison, until she stilled, for a fraction of a second, her hips resting on the soft firm mattress the suddenly she exploded in joy!.  Her hips thrusting up and down, low animal moans mixed with long trailing gasps of pleasure filled the dark, her arms pushed on his shoulders trying to free herself from the tsunami of ecstasy drowning her, but the she pushed at him the deeper his tongue penetrated her!  She twisted, his arms locked arms her hips so she could escape, her entire body spasming in delicious torment!  It seemed to go on forever, the light streaking across her eyes, her grabbing of the sheets in her fists, using them to turn and pry herself free before it faded, her hips dancing a little then little by little settling, she panting, relishing the pleasure and the wonder of what had just happen, those exquisite aftershocks, small jolts of pleasure as the last vestiges of his touch pushed joy to the surface, she smiled went to say something then it happened!

It started way deep down then expressed through her body, already heaving from her first orgasm and trying to recover the second crash into her.  Rod, still inside her, worked again as she fought to escape his pleasuring to no avail, this time Virginia shook with such force she almost got free, her body writhing about in joy and she moaned and yelled, her frantic agitation tipped her torso over the edge of the bed.  Rod worked his tongue in deeper, sending Virginia into a whirl of motion, her body contorting and bucking.  She wrapped her legs about his waist to support her limp body as she finally finished.  His arms encircled her back and supported her head as he lifted her upon and into his arms, her body hot, damp and wrung in pleasure.  He lightly kissed her neck as she clung to him, her pursed lips kissing now and again about his face and shoulders.

‘Never,’ she started to say before he touched a finger to her lips stopping her.  She kissed it then his lips.  

Virginia raised her hips up and back her lips becoming more active on his.  She gently pressed herself against his tip, he didn’t push and hurry, she loved that. She turned and swayed as her lips and tongue found their rhythm,  She captured his tip and smiled sexily at him as she contracted and moved it about, the stimulation clearly effective.  She knew she could envelop him easily, but she wanted him to feel her surrounding him. She waited and worked slowly pulling him inside her over the next ten minutes.

His throbbing wonderful stem needed just a nudge from her expert hips.  She turned them slightly and he was in heaven.  Virginia could feel the explosion of love inside her, his twitching prong stimulated her as well.  She quickened her pace and contracted her paradise, the friction pulling everything he had into her as she held him tight in her clasp, her hips finishing with a series and incredible thrusts that contorted him.  Virginia relaxed and leaned forward as they fell to the bed, her hips snaking slowly as they kissed.  

‘Just stay where you are, let me have my way,’ she purred as she pulled him close.  ‘You’re so hard still, so big and so pulsing,’ she breathed, kissing between words, her long slow pulls pumping his essence to the surface.  His hands and arms searched up and down her, he never tried to adjust her motion with his hands, a sure sign they were in sync.  

As her tongue danced she could feel him close, she fished inside his mouth, found a spot and tipped him over.  This time her hips thrust and jackhammer against him, relentless in their onslaught.  Her arms encircled and held him refusing to let him escape, he surged into her again and again his moans a delight to her ears as she attacked him, a final few sweet thrusts accompanied by her endlessly effective kissing took the final drop.  They rested together on the torn apart bed hounding each other.

Virginia kissed him then got up, came around the end of the bed, offered her hand as they headed for the

shower.  She adjusted the water, then they stepped in, each taking turns using the luxuriant bath sponges the

hotel offered to slowly soap and caress each other, both taking the time to explore and admire the other.   Rod

slipped his sponge down the space between her wonderful shoulders, along her spine, the gentle inward tilt

of her back them slow swirls of her incredibly tight and small ass, before coming in front and inside the

paradoxical hardest of her inner thighs and the smooth curving touch, he was mesmerised by it.

Virginia rested her head against his smooth hard chest, she made no attempt to kiss or playfully nip him, this was more intimate than that and such a move would only serve to interrupt this very ultimate interlude.  She did his stem quickly then danced the sponge and her hands around his firm ass, her firm squeezes spilling soap between her fingers.  His stomach, rippled just enough that any woman would be proud to show him as her man was neck then her arms slid up his back, the sponge passed from one hand to the next in a slow snaking motion as it rose culminating with her hands locked behind his neck.  

Virginia could feel his prong, so hard, so wonderful, so expertly employed throbbing against her, yet he did not move to push into her or even try, he wanted this intimate contact to be just that as well.  

They let the water cascade over them, refreshing and revitalising them. Their second last act was to wash each other's hair, another intimate act that both enjoyed.  When Rod had finished hers, each reached on either side of Virginia to turn off the water when her arms deflected them outward.  She smiled, went up on her toes to catch him, then lowered, his tip firmly in her caress.  Unhurried as their lips and hands danced about each other in the water a gentle combination of pushes and swirls by both brought them fully together.  She pushed him back against one wall and worked her hips about feeling him everywhere inside her.  It was not long before both came, his hands cupped her tense ass pulling her about, driving his stem.  Low moans and gasps filled the room as they gripped each other tight, both never feeling closer to another person than at that moment.  It lasted and lasted until they parted and dried off.  

They came together one final time.  This time slow and sweet and unhurried, the intimacy, the aloneness with just the other person so wonderful they almost didn’t make love but when they did there was not rising and falling or noise, pulling of the sheets or frenzy.  Just a gentle rising and falling of one unified form, low exhales, sudden stillness then a long low silent surging of two people, each bent on making the other happy and cherished.  

Virginia woke up a couple of hours later, quietly disentangled herself from Rod, slipped silently out of bed, pick up her shirt, tossed it one and went to the bathroom.  

She turned on the light, winced a little as her eyes adjusted, then just stared into the mirror for what seemed

a long time when Rod surprised her.  Normally her experience to her in his shirt would have been what you

expect, but he went by her, then went done, kissed her softly on the cheek and left her alone.  

She woke up to a knock on the door which Rod was already up and in a bathroom the hotel provided answered.  In was wheeled what she assumed was breakfast along with a second cart with a suit bag and several boxes.  

‘These are for you. You can’t go home in the same dress, it would look bad, an evening dress in the middle of the day.  I only hope I got everything right, size, colour, style.  You can put your clothes in here, will make it look like you’ve been shopping this morning,’ Rod smiled.  “As for breakfast, I make no such guarantee, so there is a bit over everything that’s neutral, but good,’ he smiled.

Virginia came back from the bathroom in her robe, sat down and ate, both ate silently, she was thankful for it.  When finished Rod took the suit bag and went to the bathroom to dress, emerging not in a hurried time that told her everything she needed to know, which did not help her.

These are wonderful,’ she said, holding up the dress and shoes.  ‘A perfect fit.’

‘I have had some practice at it,’ he smiled and she smiled back even though she didn’t want to.

‘I have to go, papers to sign and the like.  You have the room for as long as you need, so please take your time.’ Rod said from a safe distance.  Seeing the look on her face the general demeanour of the morning he knew that was for the best, for him, but more so for her.  ‘I had a wonderful time, I want you to know that.  The love making, sex is the wrong word, was magic, but the in between times, those I don’t have words for,’ he said looking at her, then as he walked by a final light brush of his fingers against hers.

‘Rod, wait!’ she yelled just as the latch opened on the door. 

‘It’s complicated for me. I know you know that and thanks for not pushing.  I need time to think.  Did I just make the worst mistake of my life or the most wonderful one.  ‘I didn’t tell you, but I’m coming up to the end as well, been getting pressure, lots of it.  I know it sounds trite, but I will make contact with you again,’ she said.  ‘But, I can’t promise when.’

Rod turned, walked back, kissed her softly on the cheek and left.

Virginia went to her clutch and turned in her phone, as she suspected a text message awaited her.

‘Yes, checking in.  Sorry for the delay, but I was busy entertaining last night and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.  Unfortunately nothing came of it.  We danced about, but I couldn’t make him talk.  Yes, as hard as it is for me to admit it, I think you were right, it is time,’ Virginia said adding a perfectly timed sniffle.  Yes, a couple of days rest would be welcome before we meet, gives me time to get used to the idea and plan my future,’ she said hanging up.

‘Well Virginia Kenton you’ve just committed the most wonderful mistake of your life,’ she said walking down the steps of the hotel and into the street.