The lights were flashing in time to the heavy beat of the music. You had been planning on spending a quiet evening in front of the television. But your friends had called and persuaded you to come to this new club. It had just opened not far from your place. You gave in and agreed to go. They were pounding on your door as you stepped out of the shower. And they called to you impatiently as you made them wait while you dressed. But now you were all here. They had vanished soon after you arrived, fading into the crowded dance floor. You had found a seat at the bar and spent some time people watching.

You had been chatting with the bartender for a moment. And when you turned back you saw a beautiful woman standing there smiling at you. She sat down in the stool beside you and struck up a conversation. You seemed to have much in common. And you were instantly at ease with her. As though you had known each other for a long time. A song came on with a slow and sultry rhythm. She looked into your eyes and said, "Dance with me."

She took you by the hand and you followed her onto the dance floor. Your bodies began to sway to the beat. She put your arms around her neck and you felt her fingertips trace lightly down the sensitive undersides of your arms, just brushing the sides of your breasts, and settling on your hips. Your breasts brushed against hers as you leaned in closer. Her eyes seemed to draw you in. And your body responded to her, molded to hers as you danced.

You knew people around you were watching. The dance had become a seduction. Some ancient ritual ceremony being performed beneath the flashing neon lights. Your bodies were sliding against each other, swaying like some forgotten jungle beast. Her hands brushed you here, squeezed you there, pushing and pulling your body in the steps of a dance you seemed to remember yet have never known. Your blood races and your hands caress her. You are at once the hunter and the prey. The club fades into the background and there are only the two of you and the music.

When the song ends and you hear the applause of the people watching you tear your gaze away from her and glance around. Blushing you let her take you by the hand and lead you out of the club. You have your arms about each other as you walk a couple of blocks. Then she leads you through a door and up a flight of stairs to her apartment. The door opens onto a warm and inviting place with deep cushions on the floor and soft lights.

You follow her to the center of the cushions and kneel on them. Slowly and tenderly you undress each other. And when you are both naked you gaze at one another and gently caress each other. Her skin is soft and warm and has a spicy scent. Her hair is long and soft. She slowly eases you back to lie down and you feel it as it brushes over you. You close your eyes and melt as she softly presses her lips to yours. You tongues shyly seek out each other. One of her hands is massaging your breast while the other is tangled in your hair, pulling your head to her.

She releases your head and kisses her way down your neck, stopping to nibble your ears. You feel her reaching under a pillow and she pulls out a silk scarf. She gently ties it across your eyes, her breasts lying against yours as she leans over you. Without your sight your body becomes alert to all the sensations. You feel the heat from her body even where she isn't touching you. And her skin is so soft and warm where she is. The scent of her fills the room. And she so slowly and gently explores your body with her hands, her mouth, her tongue.

As you float along with the sensations you suddenly realize there are more hands on you than one person could have. You start to tense and she whispers softly in your ear, "Trust me." So you relax again and forget about everything but the sensations. You feel hands along your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, gently holding your wrists above your head so that mouths can enjoy your breasts. Tongues tickle both your nipples at once, sucking them, biting them. You feel hands holding them gently. And then you feel more mouths. Kissing their way up from your toes. Hands smoothing the soft skin of your thighs. Lips pressing here, tongues licking there, working their way up.

Your thighs are carefully spread and hands gently rub the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Fingers careful massage the outer lips and slowly tease your clit to swell. You feel fingers sliding inside the lips and running along the sides of your clit. And you hear the moans of those at your breasts. Kisses are placed on your stomach. A tongue traces circles around your navel and slowly descends between your legs. Your back arches as the mouth closes around your clit. You feel the warmth of the tongue as it tickles you. And then you are sucked in. The teeth hold your clit as the tongue plays around it and the mouth sucks it in deeper.

Your hips move with them. You start to moan with pleasure. One of those on your breasts starts kissing you and kissing your neck, fingers now on your nipple pinching it gently. Something is sliding inside you, filling you. You throw back your head and cry out as the orgasm shakes your body. The sensations are almost too much and you feel the contraction inside you, pumping the fluid from you. It seems as though you will never stop. The mouths and hands have become more gentle. Letting you down slowly. Letting your body relax a little at a time until they are sure you have been satisfied. A few more gentle kisses and then the hands are gone.

You slowly return to your senses. You open your eyes and find the scarf has been removed. You are being held comfortingly in the woman's arms. As you glance around you don't see anyone else in the room with you. You sleepily gaze into her eyes. "Was it real," you ask. "Does it matter?" she whispers. And you snuggle up against her and drift off to sleep.