Dancing with Adriana

The DJ was putting on more and more lively songs, feeling the crowds getting crazier any second.

Dancing wilder, you lost sight of your couple of friends, and we found ourselves in the middle of relatively unknown people.

Well not that it was much important for you, Adriana was your only focus, your Brazilian love honouring her latina roots with her dancing skills.

Sadly keeping up with her was not easy for a beginner, and accidentally you stomped on her shoelaces (on your defence those designer shoes had very long weird strings keeping close the band around the ankle, an unusual thing for high heels, so they weren't much suited for dancing): the poor woman tripped and she fell over my chest that sustained her, together with your arms.

She laughed while you were saying that you were so sorry, and liquidated away your embarrassment and guilt with a sweet and passionate kiss.

You insisted to tie the shoelace for her, since with those high heels and that dress she couldn't bend down easily without risking a wardrobe malfunction, and you just didn't need to add to this minor inconvenient a boob slip in front of a crowd armed with phones taking pictures and videos.

Getting on one knee (the "good" one, of course) you began the not so easy work of tying down those weird shoelaces in the dim light with psychedelic flashes typical of clubs.

Just done, you saw on your eye corner an exquisite pair of legs in some very dark stockings, opened at the heel showing the skin bare, and black stiletto shoes.

And they stopped right next to you.

Getting up you tried, and probably failed, to hide the body scan your eyes were doing: the said stockings over the lean and toned legs, although a bit shorter then usual for a model, a black asymmetrical mini dress leaving one of her shoulder out and covering the opposite arm.