Maybe it happened like this…

All I have to do to recreate the emotions of that night is to remember your image…the lust in your eyes…heat flowing down my waist…the waves of passion filling my veins…my wetness…and all I want is you, you…

Hand in hand at the disco entrance, we warmly kiss, looking at each other with so much love. You look so handsome with your white sweater, your blue slacks, your beautiful blue eyes, your sexy lips, your face framed with that grey-white beard that I caress so often. I’m wearing a short dress, shiny silver, sexy enough to give you sensual ideas, short enough to tempt your eyes. My hair loose over my shoulders, my skin sparkling in the darkness amid the shadows created by the disco lights. The techno music fills the air, matching our heartbeat, our movements, giving us new motions to experiment with, new ways to delight each other, to feel each other’s bodies.

My hand in yours, leading you, guiding you up the stairs, to the balcony overlooking the main dance floor. I know this place, usually less crowded. I have been here before, so I feel confident as you follow. We order drinks, yours is rum and coke, mine without alcohol… you know how alcohol dulls my desire. We take our time, watching the couples dancing on the floor below, enjoying the erotica of a girl twisting her body against her partner, the glint of her pierced belly-button gleaming to the beat that fills the room, her arms caressing his neck, his shoulders like a snake, sensually writhing around her lover.

I feel sort of a heat inside my eyelids as we watch them from our vantage above them. I kiss you again, and again, as you slide your hands down my back, caressing my waist, descending around the swell of my hips.

Right in front of us, we discover a room with walls and ceiling made of glass, transparent ceiling directing our eyes to the skies, to the trees and the garden below. Inside is a mirror framed with antique golden touches, and in front of the mirror, a love seat. There are small tables and cushioned chairs against the glass walls, each table with a sign indicating that the room is reserved for someone’s private activity that night.

Yet as we turn to leave, you notice one of the tables has no sign, a table located in a very intimate corner of the room. The table sits in front of a glass door covered with a dark velvet curtain. Laughing, we sit at this table, intending to leave when the party that reserved the room shows up. This proves to be the perfect seclusion to enjoy each others’ company. A couple comes into the room, briefly they occupy the love seat, staying for a short while, then they are gone. I have the feeling they sense there was no room for anyone else but us. They’ve closed the door behind them, the music still fills the room, but the crowd noise is suddenly gone.

Alone now, our desires create a mysterious steam inside the room. The music penetrates my skin, and I smile as I begin to dance for you. A few minutes earlier we were dancing together, dancing till I felt dizzy, till my heart had the same rhythm of yours. But now you are sitting in front of me, and as I dance, I see myself in the mirror, moving my short dress, bending in front of you, showing the swell of my bosom, lifting the hem of my skirt up my thighs, a little more, slowly, showing you more. You look at me, grinning. Then, I approach you, sit on your lap, kissing you, tangling your tongue around mine, my lips against your mouth, wanting you, wanting all of you, thinking how much I want you. You slide your hands under my dress, pulling off my lace underwear, caressing its softness, smelling my scent on it. I feel your cock growing harder as we touch each other, caressing each other…

I stand up, dancing for you again, showing you what you want to see, rotating, bending, gyrating, then releasing the top of my dress as you see my swollen nipples. I want to tease you so much…

I feel hot, with you looking at me, touching yourself, masturbating for me. You notice a man watching us through the curtains on the door, where one little corner uncovered. He’s grinning, and you feel even more horny, you want to fuck me. I want you inside me. I dance closer to you and kiss you, this time dancing together with you. Slowly, you slide your hard cock inside my cunt. The strength of your motions synchronized with the music make my desires grow into a burning ecstasy. I move with your rhythm, you move with my passion. Our moans fill the room as we give each other all we can give. The mirror absorbs our images, the walls dance around us, the branches of the tree above the ceiling breaking the glass, descending and twisting around our bodies, and we become part of the night…

The dance floor empty, no bartenders, no one, no music, silence…

When I look at the skies through the ceiling above us, I see one image glowing, radiant, of your face above me. I hear your voice saying: “I love you…”