I was in my bedroom putting the laundry away when the song “Smooth” came on the radio. I immediately turned it up; it was one of my favorite songs of the moment and it just made me want to dance. Nobody was around or else I wouldn’t have done it, I’m way too self-conscious usually.

So anyway, I totally fell into the music; dancing and getting myself worked up. Hell, I was practically getting turned on just dancing by myself. If I do say so myself, I danced pretty well. I just know I would never be ale to do anything like that in a club. It was so… sexual. I ran my hands over my body and was seconds away from just taking my shirt off. When the song was over the DJ started talking ad I heard someone start clapping. I jumped and turned around to see Paul standing there with the biggest grin on his face. I picked up one of the shirts from the laundry and threw it at him. “Freak!”
“Hey! What? You put on a good show.” He said, catching the shirt.

“How long have you been standing there, anyway?”

“Well, most of the song. I came up to ask you to turn it down, then changed my mind when I saw you. You really are quite good.” He walked over to me and put his arms around my waist. “How come you’ve never danced like that for me before?”

“I don’t know… you never asked.” I kissed him. “Would you like me to do a dance for you sometime?” I whispered in his ear provocatively, rubbing my left leg softly between his legs.

“Oh god yes.” His hands were assaulting my body suddenly, and his breathing turned slightly heavy. I think my dancing really did turn him on!

“So what song do you want me to dance to?”

“Mmm. I really loved the way you were moving to Smooth. Could you possibly,” he whispered, kneading my breast through my shirt, “do that for me?”

“Anything you want, baby. Grab a seat, I’ll get the CD.”

Paul pulled a chair from the corner of the room into the center, closer to me. I put in the disc, flipped to track 5, and pushed “play” and “pause.” I turned around to him and told him to sit down.