I took the provocative lingerie out from the suitcase, remembering the day I ordered it online, wanting to have something sexy to wear when I first saw him . . . for real, something to give me the extra boost of confidence I would need. We had been talking online and even though I didn’t want to, I fell for him. I had to meet him, to see him. The lacey black boy shorts and matching cami top made me feel sexy, even if no one else saw them. I ran my fingers under the strap, smoothing it as I turned to see the view from the back. My cheeks were peeking out the bottom of the panties, begging to be squeezed. I smiled as I thought of our previous sexy chat session. Next I slowly rolled on the silk stockings and attached them to the garters. Slipping my feet into the sliver strappy heels I walked to the closet and took the dress from the hanger. The blue silk material slipped easily past my curves. The empire waist was flattering and the blue color brought out my eyes. Spraying my favorite perfume on I paused to enjoy the aroma. I reached for and slipped the blue beaded earrings on with the matching necklace. The large tear shaped blue glass bead nestled at the top of my cleavage. After carefully applying my makeup, I packed my bags and checked out of my hotel.

With directions programmed in my Garmin, I drove to the bowling alley, my nerves returning. Fearing I would start sweating in my dress, I turned AC to high. “What if he gets angry that I came?” “Will he know it is me?” “What if he ignores me?” All these and more questions of doubt filled my mind. Before I knew it I saw the sign for the bowling alley. I knew the dance class was downstairs. I saw other couples entering. Would I be the only female alone? Just then I heard a car door slam and an older woman got out and entered the bowling alley. Well, if she can do it, so can I, I thought.

I checked my teeth in my rear view mirror (no lipstick), ran a brush through my shoulder length hair, and took the plunge.

Walking in the bowling alley, several men turned to look. I guess in this small town a stranger gets attention. One of them motioned me toward the left where the stairs to the basement were. Gripping the handrail I went down the stairs, one at a time. I could hear the music playing. Soon I saw the colorful dresses of other women and the smiling faces. Towards the side there was a small sitting area and I took a seat with a view to the dance floor. I was looking at each dancer, trying to see all of their faces, looking for him when I heard a soft voice ask if he could have this dance. I turned and saw black shoes, and then looking up his legs I saw his smile beneath his moustache and his twinkling brown eyes. I knew it was him! I smiled shyly and nodded. Did he know it was me?

I started to breathe (I had stopped when I saw it was him) and took his hand as he led me to the dance floor. My right hand in his, his right hand on my waist, we moved slowly to the Andy Williams song ‘I Really Don’t Want To Know’. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. His smell, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his moustache that I so wanted to feel. I was making a memory of him. I could feel the heat between us, his hand at the bottom of my back, pulling me close to him. His voice whispered in my ear, “oh Emily, you have no idea what you are doing to me”. I melted into him, our bodies moved as one.

Normally I don’t dance. I am not graceful, but with him leading, I felt like Cinderella at the ball. When the music ended, another gentleman asked me to dance. He led me around but my mind was on Tom. I watched as he danced with all the girls there. Everyone was nice and I was asked by many men to dance. In fact, I danced more that night than I had in my whole life! Near the end of the evening, I saw him leave with his wife. I felt the tears burning in the corners of my eyes. I started to cough and begged off the dance floor. Drinking some water, I stopped my tears. Why was I crying? I knew he was married. At least I was able to see him. But even more, I was able to touch him, and I now knew what it felt like to be in his arms.

I forced myself to smile and said goodbyes to my new friends. Would I be back next week they wondered? “Maybe,” I gave them a flirty smile.

On the way to my car I felt the tears trying to come back. I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked at the clock on the dashboard just as it changed to midnight “Well, that was the end of that fairytale” I tell myself and insert the key to start the car.

Looking up I noticed a white envelope on the windshield. I knew it was from him. I got out and retrieved the envelope, and seeing nothing on the outside, I got back in my car. I drove to the first rest stop before stopping to open the envelope.

My dear sweet Emily,

It was so good to see you tonight. I am sorry I could not do what I wanted when I saw you. Your body felt so good next to mine; I had a hard time in case you didn’t notice. If things were different and I could have you alone, I would not leave a bit of you untouched; from the tip of your nose to your little pink toes. Thank you for the dance. “

Loving you in my dreams,

Tom

I close my eyes and daydreamed about what might have been. After the emotions had calmed I turned the key to re-start my car. The engine didn’t turn over. I tried again and looked at the gages in the dash. I noticed my headlights were turned on. Damn, I sat here daydreaming so long my battery died! I bent over to dig in my purse for my cell phone when I heard a knock on my window. Looking up I saw a handsome stranger with a flashlight. “Looks like you need some help miss.”

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