Dancing in the Dark (MF Cons)© Sven the ElderNovember '99They loved these weekend breaks.  Pile into the car on a Friday after work, off to a different part of the country each time. Never the same place twice -- well, not often anyway.  This time they had returned to the West Country.  They were bewitched by some of the local towns and wanted, amongst other things, to return and browse through the old Market Town's antique and bric-a-brac shops.Now, out of season, they could indulge themselves and also drive harder bargains on what they liked.  At least that was the theory; it seldom seemed to work that way in practice.After a pleasant afternoon of seeking out the small collectibles and old books they both liked, they made their way back to the hotel for a late afternoon cup of tea.  Dumping their purchases in their bedroom, they had come back downstairs and were now sitting in the reception room, where a log fire burned quietly in the fireplace.  They waited for a member of staff to appear. Eventually one of the receptionists appeared, walking through; she noticed them and came to see if she could help.  They asked whether it was too late to be served."Goodness me, no," was the response, and then she went on to add, "but you might like to consider going to our function room to be served there.  It's down past the Dining Room, you can't miss it. This afternoon and evening we have a quartet playing dance music. This is our monthly Dance afternoon and evening -- Tea Dance now, Dinner Dance this evening.  I'm sorry; when you checked in, I assumed that you knew.  We have a lot of guests who just come here for the Dance; I thought that you had come for that as well."The pair grinned at each other.  "Why not," Sheila said.  "I'll put up with your two left feet -- just don't spend all the time walking on mine!""Well, you knew that before you married me..." Sam rejoined as they got up and made their way to the back of the building.Following the gentle sound of the Dance Band, they rounded a corner and were rewarded with an open door and the sight of a surprising number of couples dancing.  "Properly!" she thought to herself.  The light was dimmer in the room, and as their eyes got used to the lighting level, they carried on in and made their way to an empty side table.  A waiter appeared with their afternoon tea, complete with tea cakes.  Sam signed the bill and the waiter vanished as promptly as he had materialised.The first cup of tea downed, a new dance started, a Waltz that even Sam felt he could cope with.  Getting to his feet, he turned to Sheila, bowed and asked, just audibly over the sound of the band, "May I have the pleasure..."Eyes sparkling, Sheila rose to her feet and replied, "Oh!  Kind Sir, I thought you would never ask..."Inwardly and visibly Sam smiled; he loved it when Sheila "hammed it up".  They were in for a fun evening, he could tell.Later, during a slower number, he held Sheila close to him, both arms round her waist, she with both arms round his neck, cheek to cheek, comfortable, happy.  As she nuzzled his neck and playfully nibbled his ear lobe, he felt the inevitable stirring in his loins.  Sheila did as well."Sir!" she said, a look of mock outrage on her face, "I'll have you know I'm a married woman...""And I a married man," Sam finished.  "Perhaps we ought to stop and continue somewhere a little less public?"Sheila giggled, "I thought you'd never ask!"They picked their way through the other dancers and left.  Passing reception, they noted the evening session starting time and that "it went on 'til late."  Entering the small lift, he saw the slight flush on Sheila's face and knew she was both happy and not a little aroused by her exertions.  As the door closed behind them on its short journey, Sam seized a quick kiss, happy that she was enjoying the weekend and that both were able to let their hair down a little.Following Sheila down the corridor to their room, Sam laughed as she put on an exaggerated wiggle of her hips.  "Careful now, a man could take that as somewhat of an invita--"  Then Sam blushed as another couple turned the corner in front of them, both grinning as they had obviously heard what had just been said.  Mentally kicking himself for putting them in an awkward and embarrassing moment, he opened the door into their room, moving aside to let Sheila enter.  Sam started to say he was sorry: "Me and my b--", but was quite taken aback when his normally rather demure wife pulled him through the doorway, flung her arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth.  Sheila, usually rather modest in her advances, played her tongue with his, grinding her hips against what was now a hard bulge in Sam's trouser front.Barely pausing for breath, she dragged him fully into the bedroom section of their suite, pushing him first against and then back onto the bed.  Sam could barely believe the speed, determination, and almost predatory ferocity that Sheila applied to undoing his belt buckle and dragging his trousers round his ankles.  Then, before either of them seemed to be able to draw breath, she leaned forward and drew the head of his now aching penis into her mouth.Sam protested weakly; then, as the sensations of Sheila's mouth took over, he gave in to the inevitable that was happening.  As her fingernails scraped the underside of his shaft and the now tightly wrinkled skin of his sac, Sheila finally caused the orgasm that made him see stars it was so intense.  He had hardly drawn breath before Sheila -- lips, tongue and mouth sticky and full of his juices -- kissed him, open-mouthed, transferring the full taste and not a small amount of those juices back to him. Sam, unused to his own taste, paused for a heartbeat before mentally shrugging his shoulders and carrying on with what was so new to them both.His turn now, he kissed her neck and down the front of her blouse, his hands fighting with the buttons.  Dragging her bra out of the way, he paid homage to her breasts.  Sheila arched her back, pushing herself against his questing tongue, helping him remove her soaking panties.  Sam, moving down as he eased them off her ankles, noticed she still had one shoe on.  He laughed inwardly and then, pulling her skirt up out of the way, he homed in on her mound as she spread her legs to give him the access his almost frantic search needed.Holding his head with both hands, Sheila moaned as he fastened his lips over the source of the now copious flow of juices that were being produced by her aroused and open sex.  Sam himself groaned as he licked out and tasted the nectar she produced.  On a separate level, he was amazed that the whole episode left him hard and ready for the next act of the play swiftly running its course.  He moved his mouth away, hearing Sheila's "No!" dimly in the roar of the blood in his ears, then feeling rather than hearing the gasp as he slid himself gently but firmly all the way into that wonderful grasping cavern of her waiting loins.  Even though it was only a scant time since the intense orgasm of such a short time before, he felt himself unable to delay the onset of a second intense experience.  Sheila, now gripping and moving, almost violently with and against him, bit into his shoulder in an effort to silence the scream of ecstasy that escaped her lips.With the pain of her bite and the exquisite torture of a second intense orgasm in less than ten minutes, Sam fell forward, half- smothering Sheila as he almost blacked out.  Both fighting for breath at the exertion and pleasure of the encounter, they slowly started to move again.Sheila leaned over in the dim light from the courtyard light outside their window and fumbled at the bedside light switch, shielding her eyes as she finally managed to switch it on.  Still facing away from Sam, she giggled as she saw the reflected scene in the mirror-fronted wardrobe sliding doors.  Sam raised his head to look and then laughed at the sight as well.  He saw two very dishevelled people: he, with a half-off, torn shirt and a ferocious bite mark on one shoulder, still wearing socks, one shoe and his trousers in a knot round his ankles; and she, with a blouse hanging open and a bra, still on, but now pushed up and over her breasts, skirt like a tyre round her waist, one stocking one still in place, the other at half mast, and also with one shoe on and a pair of panties entangled in it.Still laughing, they sat up and disentangled themselves from the wreckage of the scene.  Sheila leaned over and kissed him gently with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to their intense, almost savage, rut of a few short minutes before.  Sam hugged her to him, holding her tight, savouring the moment.  Then, the spell broken, Sheila muttered "that she was leaking" and got up, undressed and disappeared for a shower.Sam finished undressing and straightened things out, tidying their clothes up as he did so. When Sheila had finished, Sam then showered as well.- o - O - o -Rather later, they sat in the subdued lighting of the Hotel restaurant, finishing the last of their wine as the coffee arrived.  They had avoided talking about their intense passion of earlier, almost as if frightened by its lustiness.  Sam reached out and tenderly held Sheila's hand."Happy?"  He raised an eyebrow quizzically."Yes, but also a little scared at how we both let go."Sam snorted a little as he smiled gently.  "It was nice.  I think I like the new you."  And then, "Shall we go back and do some more dancing?"Sheila looked up and answered, "No.  I want to be with just you for the rest of tonight."Quickly finishing her coffee as if coming to a decision, she stood up, held out her hand, grasped his and led him off.  Surprised at this new decisiveness, he followed as she made her way back to their room.  Once inside, she switched on the main light and dimmed it to a quite low level, then moved over and opened the drapes on the large window.  Then the main light was turned off again.  Lastly, Sheila went to the multi-channel radio built into the bed headboard, clicking through the channels until she came to the one relaying the evening's dance band to the other parts of the Hotel.Sam was still standing just inside the door, unsure of where the preparations were leading.  Now Sheila put her purse and wrap down on a chair and came towards him."May I have this dance?" she asked, her eyes flashing in the reflected light from outside."It would be my pleasure," he rejoined as he took her in his arms and they danced to the music from the  ballroom.Sam held her to him, luxuriating in the sensual fragrance of her perfume, the feel of her touch and her hair brushing the side of his face.  Again he felt the beginnings of arousal; the memories of the earlier passion returned, increasing the feeling.  Sheila, almost purring, snuggled into the curl of his neck, her hands running down his back and then holding the curve of his bottom as she pulled into him."Hey, careful, or we won't be dancing for too long..." Sam said gently as he responded to her.Sheila tilted her head back looked into her husband's eyes, fluttering her eyelashes at him.  "I'm sure I don't know what you mean!" she chuckled.  Returning to the job in hand, she slipped his jacket off, disengaged from his grasp and hung it over the back of the chair.  She returned to dance with him, but while Sam held her again, she undid his tie and dropped that on the chair as they gently waltzed past.Sam got the message and undid the front of Sheila's blouse, easing it off her shoulders.  They returned to holding each other, Sheila kissing Sam as they did so.  Sam's shirt was undone and removed in short order.  Not to be outdone, he removed Sheila's bra.  They were both placed neatly on the chair the next time they passed on their circuit.The music paused for a little while so Sam opened a bottle of wine from the mini-bar while Sheila fielded the glasses.  They stood by the window sipping their wine, holding hands silently as the band in the downstairs ballroom played a faster set. Then, with the return of some slower sets, they clinched and began smooching again.  Topless, her nipples hardened as they pressed into his chest.  He felt his arousal pressing against her thigh as they kissed, deeper, more hungry again, Sheila nibbling at his lips.Sam undid the waistband of her skirt and, as he bent at the knees to lower it, Sheila stepped out of its confines.  It followed the other clothing onto the chair.  A few moments later Sam's trousers followed suit as he kicked off his shoes as well.  Sheila "tutted" and arranged them neatly under the chair; then, as she was down there, she removed both his socks.  As Sheila stood up, Sam took off her panties and, when he reached them, her shoes, again aligning them neatly alongside his.They danced on, Sheila now naked apart from her garter belt and stockings, Sam in his undershorts.  They didn't remain in place for much longer.  As they danced together unadorned in the dark, Sam knelt in front of Sheila and unfastened and removed each stocking, rolling them gently down her legs, each in turn, Sheila shivering at his touch.  Finally the garter belt was gone and Sam stood up, pulling her to him, trapping his arousal between them. Thoughts of dancing now long gone, they barely rocked on their feet in time to the music.Sam ran his hands down her back, Sheila moaning her pleasure and desire though the kiss that they were also in the middle of.  As Sam's hands reached the curve of her bottom and he cupped his hands round each wonderful handful, Sheila slid her hands between them and tucked his penis below her muff and between her legs. Sam could feel the lips of her sex mould to it, her juices making him wet and slippery.Finally Sheila led Sam to the bed and he sat down on the edge.  In slow motion he also kissed his way down her front and then, bending a little, kissed the top of her light thatch and moved on to the top of her wet, musky cleft.  Sheila held his head as he pulled her to him and started to eat her.  Placing her right foot on the bed, she eased herself open to allow him better access.  Sam lapped at the fount of her sex, drinking and savouring the juice and taste.Sheila could bear it no longer and she buckled at the knees, sliding them forward either side of Sam's hips, pushing him back from his sitting position.  Gently she ran the lips of her opening along Sam's cock.  She gasped as it entered her; she took it all, falling forward until Sam held her, her engorged nipples just touching his.She lifted up and then sank onto him again, leaning down now and kissing him as he started to move underneath her.  The passions and lust of the earlier coupling were replaced by the tantalising build up and love they felt for each other.  Even then, the end -- and it came rapidly -- was powerful in its effect on them.Totally spent, they lay side by side in the dark for a long period of togetherness.  Then Sam got up, closed the curtains, gently pulled Sheila to her feet and then, moving the covers back, eased her into bed, before joining her.As they cuddled, drowsily edging towards sleep, Sheila murmured in Sam's ear, "I like dancing in the dark; we must do it more often."The EndDancing in the Dark© Sven the ElderNovember '99