It's one of those late spring evenings where it's warm, but it's not full on summer weather yet. While it's warm, it's not quite time to put on the air conditioning. We have the window open, soft jazzy music playing and the lights down low. We are usually in bed by 10:30, resulting in Pete, Steve and Claudia calling us old ladies. Helena always graciously gives them a silent look that says "watch it" and then laughs away the insult. This one evening though, we're in our room relaxing and holding one another, just not quite ready to get in bed to sleep.
I have the uncontrollable urge to move my body around and quickly get up off the bed. I take off my clothes, removing everything but my tank top and then put on a pair of boxer shorts. Helena is sitting on the bed, watching me, wondering what on earth I am doing because she knows I hate sleeping in clothes now that we share a bed. Walking back towards the bed, I extend a hand to her and pull her over to our dancing area.
Helena removes her excess clothing, leaving her in just some boyshorts and a very low-cut v-neck shirt. We stand together in our bedroom, scantily clad and looking at one another without moving. I reach out towards Helena and grab her left hand which I place around my waist. My hand extends to find Helena's other hand and place it in mine.
"Dance with me - I lead." I say. Today seems to be one of those days where she wants to challenge everything thrown at her. Helena arches one of her eyebrows and angles her head slightly downwards. "I'm taller."
We closely hold each other and sway back and forth to my humming along with the music. A few sways in, Helena rests her head on my shoulder and enjoys the sweet sensation of touching me. She slyly dips her fingers downwards under the waistband of my shorts and trails her fingers in a circular pattern taking in the contact with my skin. I hold her close to me for a few songs, often breaking in to remind her how much I love her and love when we dance together like this.
Publicly, I despise dancing. With my wife, it's something of a guilty pleasure that we enjoy in the privacy of our bedroom. Well, I'm sure everyone knows we're dancing as the house is old and the floors probably creak and squeak with each step.
I hope they think we're dancing and not up to something else.
I love having Helena close to me like this, calmly dancing and resting against me. Suddenly, her lips are kissing the bottom of my throat, the side of my neck and my earlobe, and that hand at my waist has quickly wandered much lower, tugging down my shorts in the process.
How quickly this has progressed to "something else."