Red and Black

“Hey girl!” her friend nearly shouted.

“Hey back at ya” Alice smiled

“Listen. I still don’t agree with you wearing black on your date, but if you must, wear that cross like broche you have. I don’t understand James’ draw to black, but at least you’ll have that nice touch to break up the black” her friend poured out.

“Does this mean you aren’t going to criticize my look?” Alice wondered

“No Kit-Kat, I got your back” her friend sighed.

Flipping the camera, Alice aimed at the full length mirror and struck a pose for her friend to see.

“I see why you were so crazy about this dress. You look absolutely amazing. James is going to notice” reassured her friend.

“I so hope so, because, it’s a super hot day and we’re going dancing” Alice nervously admitted.

“You’re going to stop the show before your pass out from the heat” teased her friend.

“Listen, I gotta go. I hear James’ car pulling up” Alice hastened to conclude.

“Break a leg Kit-Kat” smiled her friend before hanging up

The Dance Hall

Alice enjoyed the ride to the hall. Her face was a bit red from all the moments James looked over ready to eat her alive. He was definitely hungry. The look was causing him to adjust himself in his seat a few times, much to Alice’s satisfaction.

The dance hall was not a big venue. It was more like a small private fancy dance studio that cleaned up nicely as a party hall. No other guests had showed up yet.

“I have another little unexpected surprise for you” James said as he produced a red rose.

“Oh I like your surprises” an excited Alice exclaimed as she did a little happy dance.

James took a few steps back and looked his lady up and down while slowly licking his lips. With a 360 twirl, he let out a sigh and shook his head. Then, smartly rotated and walked off to the back of the dance floor.

Alice waited and looked around. The decoration was lovely and understated. There was one corner piece that looked like a festive garden dance party. She was too far away to make out faces and wasn’t sure if the character looked a bit like her in Don’s fashion of art.

When James returned, he had his cello in one hand and a folded chair in the other. Alice raised her eyebrows in puzzlement.

“You’re the dancer for the night. I’m the music. The score is an original called ‘The Kit-Kat Katz’ and the choreography is entirely up to you” James announced triumphantly as he set himself ready to play.

“You’re kidding, right?” Alice slipped her hand on her hip and leaned her ankle in.

“Oh baby, that pose right there… ummmm…” growled James as he bit is lower lip.

Although the room was well cooled by the steady hum of the vents, things felt steaming hot all of a sudden. James started to play his composition. Alice loved how intensely focused he was in shaping the sounds coming from the cello.

As the music waved across the room, Alice felt moved. It was a very beautiful romantic melody with a sweet groove to it. Her heart picked up pace. Before long, her head started to nod to the rhythm.

“When do I start dancing for you?” Alice wondered.

“Whenever you want, for as long as your feet are comfortable” James spoke in the cadence of his piece.

With a naughty smile, Alice began to dance. It was exhilarating. The music changed and shifted to match her mood and swing. James kept his eyes firmly fixed on his lady. He looked ready to burst with pride and desire to have his lady on the floor. Alice moved and allowed the sensations to translate into motion.

They created art and made harmonic jazz slip and slide across the dance floor as the dancing started to shift towards dirty and sexy. Alice was trying to ignore the fact her feet were starting to protest, the dancing was otherwise spicy hot.

Before she was ready to quit, James brought the piece to a sensual end. He was covered in sweat. His eyes burned with intense passion. Now was the ideal time to find a bed and burn some sheets. Alice felt her heat blossom and draw her to James.

He stood. Smoothly lowering the cello, his finger called Alice to him. She cautiously moved knowing that an explosion of sexual tension was about to be unleashed.

First contact was made by his hand on the small of her back as he drew her close to him. Their faces only touching nose to forehead. James planted a sweet kiss.

“Before we continue, allow me to relieve some pressure you’ve hidden very well” James said

“What?!?” a confused Alice pulled back slightly.

“I do need to hear your consent, babe” James spoke a little louder than a whisper.

“What pressure?” Alice puzzled even more.

With a slow turn, James guided Alice back towards the chair he had been using.

“Please, sit, and allow me” James politely lowered Alice onto the chair.

Alice sat. Not sure what to think. She watched James lower himself down on one knee and pulled her left leg towards him. As if he knew which foot felt more pressure than the other.

“Oh.. No.. No…no…no!” Alice resisted and pulled back. “You can’t do that”

“Is it because you’re afraid or because you don’t need a massage” James asked without asking.

“Babe, hon. You don’t have to. I’m fine. Seriously. I’m good” Alice implored.

“In that case, I’ve got another piece you can dance to” James teased.

“No. I’m good there too” laughed Alice.

“I see” James said as he proceeded to remove her shoe.

Alice instantly flushed bright red as she curled her toes, laughed, and tried to pull away. But his grip, gentle as it was, held her securely in place as he initiated his massage.

Between giggles, snorts, and laughs, Alice tried in vain to stop James from doing what he was doing. But her efforts were losing to his strong determination while delivering the most soothing of sensation.