An Erotic Dance Partner

KIMBERLY

I had no idea I was someone to ever be attracted to older men and I had never thought about them as any other thing than aging people with kids but this was different.

I did not want to look in his direction but I was already doing that, watching his fluid movement as he greeted his guests and when he laughed at something, my insides curled.

I shook my head, trying to draw my mind to the present and the fact that he was my best friend’s father and probably thrice my age.

 I wasn’t going to drool over him but who was I kidding?

I was drooling just by staring at him stride all over the place, making his mark and showing that he was the boss of everyone not like he needed to even do that. He was powerful; he filled the room with his aura and judging by the way the women reacted around him, they definitely felt it too.

“You are staring” Azeena commented, pushing me gently.

“I wasn’t” I told her and painfully drew my eyes away from the man to her

“It is nothing to be embarrassed about. My father has always had most of the attention from the opposite sex and I cannot count how many of my friends have tried to have sex with him one way or the other.” She laughed

If she had told me about this before meeting the said man, I would have called her friends whores and crazy, backstabbing bitches but I could see why they would want to have sex with him.

 To feel those hands wrapped around their necks and have it caress their bodies, I would give the world for that.

“He doesn’t encourage them, I hope?” I finally said, after getting the lump out of my throat

“Of course not and he tells me about it immediately. That is why I do not have friends, I can never get them to look past my father and just be my friend” She said, sighing

“I am sorry about that” I told her

I wasn’t going to be that friend; the one that wanted to fuck her father no matter how utterly handsome he looked. I was going to be her friend and look away from the dashing man and even if my eyes strayed to him, I was going to call myself to order.

We remained sitting until it was time to dance which was announced by the clanking of glasses.

“You made no mention of a dance” I said, turning to Azeena who had already been grabbed by her father.

“It is not hard, just follow your dance partner’s movement” She called out to me over the music

I took a deep breath just immediately Hassan approached me. He was dashing but wasn’t anywhere close to how dashing his father was and I hit myself mentally for even making that comparison.

I was supposed to have eyes for boys my age and boys slightly older than me and not one who could birth me.

“Can I have this dance, Kimberly?” Hassan asked upon reaching me, his hands stretched out.

“Yes” I told him and then allowed him lead me to the dance floor.

“To be honest, I do not know how to dance” I told him as he took the beginning bow.

“Just follow my lead, jamila” he murmured softly and then drew me close, aligning our bodies

“What does that mean?” I asked

“Now, what is the fun in telling you” He smirked and then placed on hand on the curve of my back

The breath left my lungs as I let him twirl me around, allowing him full access to my body which was a hot mess of pulsing nerve endings dying to be stroked.

The song soon changed and so did dance partners and soon I was in the arms of the one man I had made a vow to avoid for the rest of the party, my host and Zeena’s dad; Mr Farouq.

“Mr Farouq” I breathed as he drew me closer, placing his hand dangerously near my ass

“Now now, Kimberly… we both agreed that you can call me Asif” he growled as we moved until the song changed and I had to be closer to him

I tried to regulate my breathing as blood rushed to my head, making me lightheaded. I took a deep breath and that was my mistake as I inhaled the masculine flavored scent on him which had me tripping under the weight of such heady sensation.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he used his body to hold me up lest I stumbled and fell, totally embarrassing myself in front of him and the people in the room

“I am fine” I snapped as we continued dancing

“I seem to have angered you” He commented as his dark eyes burrowed into the side of my face while I tried not to look up at him.

“Stop whatever it is you are doing” I whispered furiously.

It was quite obvious that he was seducing me and I was not making myself a hard chase. This was probably how he seduced other friends of Zeena and then told on them when they reciprocated his seductions.

 He had to know that it would never work on me and I would sooner speak rudely to him than allow him make a mess of my friendship with Zeena.

“Stop what, Kimberly… we are dancing” He murmured with such innocence

“You know exactly what you are doing and please stop pronouncing my name like that” I snapped

“I like your name; it has a certain pleasing lilt to it. I only imagine how it must sound in the bedroom, during sex” He whispered.

A gasp escaped my throat and coincided with the final note on the music being played which led to it being heard by Azeena who was ending her dance with her brother, Hassan.

“Are you okay?” She said, taking my hand

“I think your friend is quite lightheaded from all the twirling about” Her father responded, staring at me with his eyes sending messages.

“Yes, all that twirling has left me quite tired” I pushed out of my dry mouth

Azeena mumbled an apology and spared a glare at her father before she led me back to my seat while my head ran different scenarios of me on my knees with her father calling me Kimberly over and over again with that accent.