camusflage
11-07-2004, 06:07 PM
I had a
couple of hits this past week. Before heading into the club for some salsa, I sprayed on four shots of beta.2
Chikara. Three to the neck, one to the back of the hand and spread between the two.
During the lesson, a late
thirties woman I've danced with several times over the past two weeks responded quite interestingly. When the
instructor, explaining closed dance position, said the woman's hand should be held at eye level, she proceeded to
lower our hands to crotch level, and then said laughingly, "Ohhhhh! She meant my eye!" A few moments later while
discussing transition between open and closed position, the instructor cautioned the ladies to keep their arms out
slightly. I commented to my partner that if she didn't, it would lead to enjoyable, though entirely inappropriate,
touching if she didn't. This one earned a wicked smile.
Things got a lot more interesting when her cousin,
celebrating her 35th birthday, arrived. While initially quiet and reserved, repeatedly turning down dancing with
several other much more experienced dancers, she took almost zero convincing from me to get out on the floor. All
told, we chatted and danced for two hours before saying our goodbyes.
The most surprising part of the evening
was how physical she turned out to be towards me. When I mentioned that two things waitresses can do to have to work
their way up from no tip are to call me sweetie, honey, or some other variation, or to touch me, whether it's
shoulder, arm, or whatever, she said she was exactly the same way. This was later jokingly confirmed by touching her
shoulder, getting a laugh, touching it again immediately after, and this time getting a "hey!" with a bit of the
claws showing in the voice. Shortly afterwards though, she touched my arm several times, boobed me twice, and hugged
me after each of the four trips out to the floor that we took.
couple of hits this past week. Before heading into the club for some salsa, I sprayed on four shots of beta.2
Chikara. Three to the neck, one to the back of the hand and spread between the two.
During the lesson, a late
thirties woman I've danced with several times over the past two weeks responded quite interestingly. When the
instructor, explaining closed dance position, said the woman's hand should be held at eye level, she proceeded to
lower our hands to crotch level, and then said laughingly, "Ohhhhh! She meant my eye!" A few moments later while
discussing transition between open and closed position, the instructor cautioned the ladies to keep their arms out
slightly. I commented to my partner that if she didn't, it would lead to enjoyable, though entirely inappropriate,
touching if she didn't. This one earned a wicked smile.
Things got a lot more interesting when her cousin,
celebrating her 35th birthday, arrived. While initially quiet and reserved, repeatedly turning down dancing with
several other much more experienced dancers, she took almost zero convincing from me to get out on the floor. All
told, we chatted and danced for two hours before saying our goodbyes.
The most surprising part of the evening
was how physical she turned out to be towards me. When I mentioned that two things waitresses can do to have to work
their way up from no tip are to call me sweetie, honey, or some other variation, or to touch me, whether it's
shoulder, arm, or whatever, she said she was exactly the same way. This was later jokingly confirmed by touching her
shoulder, getting a laugh, touching it again immediately after, and this time getting a "hey!" with a bit of the
claws showing in the voice. Shortly afterwards though, she touched my arm several times, boobed me twice, and hugged
me after each of the four trips out to the floor that we took.