We Danced

I was only there to keep some friends happy. My friends needed as many people as possible to attend the evening, so I had given in to pressure, put on my best gown and come along. It was a champagne affair, dinner and dancing, 50 a ticket, all in aid of a charity. The champagne was good, the dinner superb, and the dancing - more about that anon. As for the 50, well, why not?

It was, of course, a very straight evening; and as I was single and not inclined to bring a man for show, I expected the dancing on my part to be minimal. I watched the couples move gracefully around the ballroom while I made small talk with vague acquaintances.

I certainly didn't see her coming. She took my hand without warning, a vision in navy, and pulled me to her. She took one hand of mine in hers and placed her other on my waist. She led me to the centre of the room, and we danced.

It was the tango, of that I can be sure. She was expert in her dancing style and I wondered if she often pounced on unsuspecting women like this. I found myself knowing by instinct what the next step would be, though I had never danced this dance before. We moved in perfect synchronisation, changing direction, staying in time, her hand now on my cheek, now on my waist, now on my shoulder. I was enchanted and we danced. At times our bodies were so close that I could feel her breath on my skin, and we barely lost eye contact. She gazed at me as I did her, and I thought I felt fire. Others were watching us now, as we moved all around. Indeed, I was not sure that there were any other couples dancing, it felt instead that all eyes were on us. As we danced.

Then the piece ended, we were close, then she was gone. I did not see where to. As I rejoined my friends they asked who she was and I could not tell them. I had never seen her before and now she was gone and I could see her nowhere. But how we had danced!

The vision in navy did not re-materialise and I started to wonder if I had imagined her. She had been stunningly beautiful after all. Perhaps it was just my imagination running wild - though the looks of others told me it had been as real as it had seemed.

The evening wore on into early morning and the people started to disperse. My solitary glass of champagne had by now been some hours ago and I went to my car. As I unlocked it I felt a presence behind me and I quickly turned to see what it was. Before me, in the low light, stood the vision in navy. I opened my mouth to ask where she had been, but no words came. I was transfixed and could not speak. She suddenly kissed me and I could only comply. She pushed her tongue between my lips and put a hand on the back of my head to pull me as close as was possible. I had me back against my car and no way to escape, though I didn't want to. I found myself putting my arms around her and kissing her as deeply as she was me. I was truly under her spell.

I felt her pull my dress up and then place her hand on my thigh and I was grateful that most people had gone home and the car park was good as empty. My legs parted a little by reflex, and I wasn't sure whether it was her or me who was controlling my body. I felt a kind of drunken euphoria as her fingers ran up my thigh and found their target. I had inadvertently made it easy for her too as, in an effort to keep the shape of the dress smooth, I was wearing no underwear. She pushed me against the car (not that I was going anywhere else) and sank two fingers straight into my soaked pussy. This was the most erotic situation I had ever found myself in and I was so turned on by what was going on. I had become wet in an instant. Her fingers inside me quickly found their spot and I wanted to come immediately. I knew, though, that she wouldn't let me. She pulled out, with a half smile, and began to stroke my clit, which was huge. Each movement of her thumb felt wonderful and my head felt heavy because of the wonder of it all.

Then she re-entered me with those same fingers and I found myself thrusting down onto her, sucking her fingers into me. It was spectacular. I felt the early throes of orgasm building inside me and I was desperately thrusting onto her, onto the hand of a stranger. I felt a third finger enter me, and I could feel the rhythmical pressure on the slick walls of my pussy and I could take it no more. This was too much for anyone to bear and I heard myself start to cry out as I hit my climax. I was coming hard and it felt to good and she continued to plunge into me, determined to claim all the plunder from me that she could.

And then I was done and she stopped and looked at me. I couldn't tell what her expression was, though I think she looked a little amused. I threw my head back and closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. When I reopened them and looked around she was gone again. I searched around my field of vision but there was no sign of her. I had wanted to ask her her name, or who she was, or whether or not I could return the favour. My vision in navy, gone from my life as quickly as she had entered it. But, that as it was, I would always remember how it had been when we danced.