Maryellen was dancing in the middle of a roomful of people the first time I laid eyes on her. She stood out like a shining star. Her long dark hair swayed around her as she boogied to the music. She was oblivious to the many men and women who were admiring the way she moved — myself included.
When she came to the bar for a drink, I gave her the salt-rimmed margarita she requested along with a big glass of ice water.
“You did a lot of dancing out there,” I said.
“I was feeling the music,” she said, somewhat breathlessly.
And I’d been feeling every sway and slide of her curvy body. I was grateful for the bar between us at that moment. Inside my black work pants, I was sporting quite a hard-on.
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