OK so I'll continue the story but I may rename it " How I meet my ex" and I may throw in a few twists so pay attention class.

I looked down at the woman kneeling before me and then out at the crowd on the dance floor. " Sorry I don't do the bump and glide." I said nodding to the line dance that was winding down.

"Don't worry, you'll like the next one." She said with a knowing grin.
She held out her hand for me. I took a deep breath. She looked so sweet kneeling down there with her parted lips just inches from where they really ought to be. With a sigh I helped her to her feet. I held her hand waiting for the line dancers to clear the floor. She snuggled a little closer resting her head against my shoulder.

We headed out onto the dance floor. I had a firm grip on her right hand and she was tagging along behind me keeping up as those heels clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor. When we were out near the center of the floor I turned, held her right hand high and gave her a little nudge with my left. She twirled gracefully into my waiting arms.

OK so she knew how to follow a lead, I was liking this girl more and more. I mean the whole down on your knees thing was a gutsy move and now she was showing she knew how to follow commands. What more could a guy ask for?

Clapton started crooning about how his darling was looking wonderful tonight. It's a nice slow song, easy to dance to, and she threw her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. She squirmed suggestively as she molded her body tightly against mine. Maybe she could dance, I couldn't really tell you, 'cause at the moment her only interest seemed to be rubbing her body against mine. I steered us off into a more secluded corner where we could sway to the slow beat. She wiggled herself up against me. Her thighs parted and she slid herself up along my right leg. She was swaying and moaning and rocking to the beat. That damn little skirt didn't offer much cover as her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her hips pressed hard against me. She rubbed and thrust against my leg like a lovesick puppy. I gave her waggling little tush an encouraging pat.

I can't say she was doing all this for my benefit. I mean her eyes were half closed, her breathing was short and jagged and I was getting a damp spot on my trouser leg where her hips rocked against my thigh. Half way through the song she groaned and shuddered, Her lips reached hungrily for mine and we had a long slow deep kiss, then she backed off a bit and we finished off the dance in a more or less respectable manner.

She may have gotten off but I figured it was past my turn by now. Even before the end of the song my mind's eye could see her kneeling in the bathroom stall, my fingers entwined in those dark curls, holding her head steady. Those pouting lips would wrap themselves around me while I was tickling her tonsils. Just the thought of it made me stiff and eager. I could hardly wait.

Now don't get me wrong. My momma (rest her soul) raised all her boys to be gentlemen. She would have been terribly disappointed with me if I were to fuck a woman before we were on a first name basis. Mom's standards for gentlemanly behavior weren't real high, but I always tried my best to live up to them. That meant I'd have to pass a few minutes in small talk with this sweet young thing dressed all in blue. I'd find out what the fuck her name was, and then I could carry her off to do unto her what I needed to do and she so richly deserved.

When the song ended I guided her over toward the open bar. I gallantly offered to get her a drink. She opted for white wine, the barkeep nodded as he handed me the glass but his eyes stared longingly at my new best friend. We headed over to my window ledge and I picked up my old JD. She leaned back against the ledge and smoothed down that poor little skirt as best she could. I pulled my eyes away from her breasts and settled in right next to her. Glasses clinked as we toasted our newfound familiarity.

"So what's your name luv?" I inquired moving directly to the essentials.

"Trish, and yours?" a woman of few words, better and better.

"Mike."

We sipped our respective drinks an awkward silence developing. She kept glancing at the bulge in my pants like she'd never seen a hard on trapped in a tux before. Me I was being real polite and not drooling all over her naked shoulders. I decided it was time to try my hand at small talk. I should know better by now.

" So what the hell was with that shoe lace bit? I mean you got me on the dance floor like you said but what made you think of that?"

Trish was sipping her wine at the time and she started giggling nearly snorting wine out her nose. I never really looked at myself as a comedian, but she seemed to find that real funny. When she calmed down and caught her breath she gave me an answer but it didn't help me very much.

" Hey Mike, its OK, Robin already told me how you two meet. I think it's kinda sweet how your ex is still looking out for you. I mean most ex wives would be after your balls and here she is trying to get you laid. It's like Romantic ya know."

I could feel the old Karma thing sneaking up on me with a steel pipe in its hand. We were now entering the twilight zone territory here. I swear to you, I've never been married. The only two Robins I could think of off the top of my head were an eighty-year-old nun and a ten-year-old niece.

I know you're thinking he must drink a lot to forget something like that. I do drink on social occasions, and after work from time to time, and a little on weekends, but I ain't no drunk. I've never passed out, or lost days or woke up in a strange city. I mean to get hitched and ditched would have to take at least a day or two. I would have remembered something like that. Honest!

© Mad Lews

Now I'll either finish this one here or pull the whole thing into a library story now that it seems storys are being posted again.

Mad