Unexpectedly, the Hottest Dance of My [F] Life With an Old Friend [M]

Let me start by saying, this isn’t a sex story, but it’s definitely sexual. I’ve been partner dancing for nearly a decade now. I’m primarily a follow. There are friends, or leads, I dance with regularly. This is a story about one of them. Let’s call him Matt.

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Matt invited me to a blues event. I tend to shy away from these, as the crowd can be filled with all skill levels and the style lends itself to incredibly close contact. Body to body, more often than not. It’s more sensual than what I’m used to, and I prefer to know my partner. But I trust Matt.

We met up for drinks ahead of time and chilled. It felt like any other night. Easy and calm.

Once at the venue, Matt extended his hand to me – an invitation to dance. I placed mine in his and he led me to the edge of the floor.

Something I love about partner dance as a follow is the loss of control. Every so often, with a sensitive lead, I can enter into this flow state where I’m *really in my body*. Matt always knew how to draw this out of me.

The lights were dimmed. My right hand was in his as he moved us to a dark corner of the room and began to set the tempo. Matt’s not one to draw attention from spectators.

It started slow. My left hand on his shoulder, the right dropped down in his, swinging loosely at our hips. His right arm held my waist tightly.

In the past, Matt and I had danced close, but something felt different.

The movements were small, the tempo was slow and jazzy. Our weight shifted gradually from one side to the other, a build of tension before relaxing back into the step. He used one of these moments to draw me in. Close embrace. In previous episodes, we wouldn’t arrive here till well into the song –– but he seemed impatient for anything less tonight.

This was the closest we had ever danced before. Our heads were touching now, temple to temple.

In a moment, I felt nervous and excited all at once. A warmth spreading over my skin.

My hips rocked slowly, side to side in rhythm with the song pressed up against him. I could hear a rumbling from Matt’s throat as my footwork played into his leading. Was he pleased with my movement or was he enjoying the feel of my body against his?

He was warm and completely in control. I wanted him to be.

There was little to no room between us now. His fingers brushed down my arm feeling my skin. He clasped my hand and he drew it up, looping it behind his neck and releasing. I could feel his shoulders now. Matt’s arms are strong and the muscles flexed as he controlled the movement of my body. Both his hands now on my waist. They were warm. I shut my eyes, fully in my skin.

We distanced for a moment before coming together, and then distanced again, lids heavy, my eyes unfocused on the floor. I was afraid to look up, our faces just inches from each other.

My hair brushed against his cheek as he slowly brought my hand down from his neck again, moving it behind my back and holding it there tightly. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, warm. My left arm fell to my side.

Our bodies swayed back and forth, pressed together. I didn’t think we could be any closer, that I could be any less in control but the tension from Matt’s hold on my hand pressed into the small of my back. I arched at the warm pressure, chest rising up, only to be met by more of his body.

We were both breathing deeply now, I could feel the air enter and leave his body as I’m sure he could mine. There was heat on my neck as he exhaled. His mouth was slightly ajar, eyes lowered.

Then, the music stopped.

I slowly transitioned from close embrace to a hug to end the dance as I exhaled. My back arched as I reached my arms around his neck, feeling his body with mine.

One long breath in, and slowly out. I released him, but his hands lingered strongly on my waist as I took a step back, his fingers brushing my skirt.

Our eyes met. His expression was making the same questioning face as mine. I could feel a small smile creep onto the corner of my lips, eyes dancing as I turned around and walked away without saying a word.

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