Girls Night out, By Ron Arthur

A Girls Night Out

By Ron Arthur.

I was sitting home brooding. I had just broken up with my boy friend. The phone rang, it was my girl fried Betty.
“What are you doing this evening ?” She asked.
“Nothing, you know I just broke up with John?”
“Yeah I know, that’s why you need to get out, maybe you’ll feel better, there is a dance tonight down at the hall, why don’t you go.?”
“Oh I don’t know, I’ll think about it, then we hung up. I walked the floor wondering what to do, then I thought what the heck, why not, so I undressed, and got in the shower. I let the water run over my body, soaping up a lot of lather, rubbing my breasts, running my hand down over my pussy. I don’t know why I’m getting myself all worked up, John is not here to put out the fire.
I dry off, do my hair, then I look to see what to wear. I pull out the sheerest dress I have, it clings to your body with every move, it has a nice satiny feel when you run your hand over it. This should be nice to wear to a dance, I thought.
I looked in the mirror, wow not bad! I’m not beautiful, but I think I’m good looking enough to turn the heads of most men.
I drive to the dance hall, go in, I see a lot of the same faces, they wave to me and I sit down, cross my legs. The dress drops down over my leg, the feeling feels good.
I was looking around the hall, when the door opened, and this gorgeous hunk came walking in. I had never seen him before, nicely dressed, neat, and a smile that would melt an iceberg. Finally his eyes found mine, and our eyes locked, he came striding towards me, with that gorgeous smile.
He came up to me, “Do you care if I sit down?” He said, with his words dripping with honey when he spoke. Smelling like a man, with just the right amount of after shave. Oh you smell good “ I said, he takes my chin in his hand, “thanks sweet heart,” he said, then kisses me on the lips. I could feel his kiss all the way to my toes. What is this man doing to me? I haven’t felt like this for a long time. I could feel my breasts swelling under his gaze.
“I melted,” sure sit down,” I said.
He reached out and took my hand, “I’m Steve, what’s your name?”
“I was lost for words for a moment, his soft touch, and warm smile went to my head, “Why, why, It’s Beth,” I finally manage to say.
“Care to dance good looking?” He asked.
‘I’ll bet you say that to all the girls you meet?”
“No just the pretty ones,” he said grinning
The band started playing a slow dance, he took my hand, and led me to the floor.