Another dance.

The orchestra begins playing again, this time it's a tango and Eric seems quite keen on dancing with you again. He stands, takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckle.

"May I have the pleasure?" he asks.

"Absolutely," you reply as you stand up. "But let's dance first."

He smiles and raises his eyebrows and then leads you out onto the dance floor. The dance floor is not very crowded at all. It seems not very many people know how to tango. You find out very quickly that Eric is not one of those people. He skillfully turns, dips and holds you expertly to the rhythms of the seductive dance. You match him move for move; he brushes your lips teasingly with his, while you wrap your exposed leg around his waist. You know that some of those watching you might be able to see your smooth, and slightly damp, pussy and that only adds to the thrill of the erotic dance. The moves become quicker and more passionate until the dance reaches its climax with him holding you tightly in a dip while your hand lazily drifts down his cheek. The crowd explodes with applause as the music stops and the two of you take a bow.

Your heart is racing from either the thrill from your partner or the exertion of the dance; you don't know which. As you exit the dance floor you turn to Eric and embrace him, kissing him passionately. He seems taken aback for a moment but then returns your affection with fervor.

You break the kiss and gaze into his stunning brown eyes.

"Maybe, we should go somewhere more private," you suggest. He nods in agreement and the two of you leave the ballroom.