A group of us friends had arranged to go clubbing, it was a summers night and I remember this vividly. I had chosen a stone coloured suit to wear, a pair of tailored shorts and matching waisted jacket done up with one huge button with a fancy bra top underneath. It was the fashion. Friends were wearing similar styles, some in mini skirts and others in minidresses, we were all primped and looking good for a night out on the tiles… Let the part begin!
This was my first time clubbing out of town, I remember the club having several different levels, loads of different lighting, oh and a blue light section which illuminated white underwear. The music was loud and I could feel the beat reverberate inside my chest, their were people dancing everywhere, some were dancing on something like podiums and the atmosphere was buzzing.
Lining up at the bar and at last we all had drinks in hand, we searched for somewhere to stand and luckily we found a few seats close to the dance floor. Being a lover of music and dance, I was away on the dance floor doing my thing and singing a long to the music, lost in the mood or so I thought until I felt hands reach from behind me and attach themselves on my hips. I turned my head and this older good looking guy was at the end of those hands. Looking around I could see my friends, some chatting to guys, some dancing with guys and some just soaking up the atmosphere.
I didn’t see any harm in this guys hands on my hips so smiled and continued to dance, a while on I broke away to grab my drink (gin & tonic), because I was so thirsty, it didn’t touch the sides and quickly walked to the bar to replenished my glass. As I turned to walk back this guy grabbed my hand and started to chat with me, I was taken in and smitten at the attention. walking back together he said lets dance some more, placing down what little is left of my second drink I eagerly agreed.
He was a very good dancer with his hips finding each beat and his foot work was of the times, he reached out and pulled me close and our hips moved together, touching and rubbing in all the right places, his hands firmly on my hips as they rolled against him, I was having the time of my life dancing and feeling good, I never stopped to think beyond that moment.
He leaned in and kissed me and instantly I kissed him back, more dancing more kissing and then he said come outside with me I need to cool down, I was very hot from all the dancing and said “ok” naively I said, downing the rest of my drink as we popped outside for some air. We walked into the car park chatting and laughing, the fresh air with my drinking had kicked in but I was ok. Leaning against the side of his car we started kissing again, his hands exploring my body…oh wow what was I doing? but he made me feel good and the excitement just took over from reason.
Before I knew it my shorts were around my ankles and I was lent over the rear of his car, thank god he had the decency to put a condom on and away we went. It was over in a matter of seconds and that feeling of dread and asking yourself “what the hell did I just do” quickly fumbling around and straighten myself up we returned to the club. I hadn’t been missed by my friends but needed another drink to soften the blow of what just happened, this guy obliged and bought me another gin and tonic and as he went to pay I saw his wedding ring on his finger. Shit, shit and more shit!
Feeling very embarrassed and ashamed at my behaviour I said “I need to spend sometime with my friends” trying to run away from what just happened, he agreed and said “he should do the same” as any man would under those conditions… I never saw him again.
Not one of my finest moment and definitely a learning curve for a very young lady.
