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| Thu, 08-18-2005 - 9:57pm |
Does anyone have a happy and fun story about slow dancing with someone who gets an erection? My story doesn't have a happy ending :(
Last year I used to get teased because one of my coworkers had a major crush on me. Although he worked in a different department, he would find some excuse to come by my desk and see me almost every day. He didn't hit on me or make suggestive remarks like most of the men at work. He was always sweet and gentlemanly. And you could tell he was shy around women even though he was a good looking guy who had just graduated college and a lot of the women at work were interested in him. They used to call him my "puppy" because he would follow me from place to place. And there were many times when he would bring me lunch when I looked busy at work. He knew I was happily married and never outwardly flirted with me or suggested we get together outside of work. But at last year's office Christmas party, I think he must have had a couple of drinks because he apparently found the courage to ask me to dance. This was a surprise for me but since the song wasn't a slow dance, I said yes. I hadn't slow danced with anyone other than my husband since I got married. But after the first song, they played a slow dance ("Hero" by Enrique Iglasias) that I love. So when he gently pulled me close to him, I didn't resist. And right then, against my belly, I could feel his "package." And he only stayed soft for a moment. As we moved, I could feel his penis quickly growing inch by inch. And a moment later, he was as hard as a rock! And I couldn't help myself...I giggled. When he asked me why I was giggling, I laughlingly said, "You know why!" He got so embarrassed. But he quickly recovered and we laughed it off. After the dance, he went to get a drink and I didn't see him again that night. But it didn't end there. Because after that party, he never came by my desk again and the only times I saw him were just in passing around the office. I felt terrible because he is such a nice guy and I think I unintentionally hurt him. I couldn't chase him down and say something to him about it because I didn't want him to get the wrong impression or give the office gossips something to talk about. I was planning on waiting until this year's Christmas party and surprising him by asking HIM to dance. But I found out today that he moved out of state yesterday. I never got to say goodbye or anything. I feel like crying :(
So if anyone can tell me a more happy story, I'd love to hear it.

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>>And it's not necessarily that the man considers the woman a "hottie" either...he may only be responding to the friction!<<
I prefer to think that it's because she's a hottie! LOL. ;-)
Sigh....all this talk of slow dances and erections....
I'm sad to say that I've not experienced anything of those lines. Feeling quite deprived right now.
OK here is a fun story (I hope). I slow dance only with DW and obviously cheek-to-cheek. And of course my hands are on her other "cheeks" if you know what I mean. Well glad to say this lady (in red or none) never fails to extract an erection from me. Glad because she will probably slap me if I don't get the erection.
Hope I brought a smile to your emoticon.
First a comment on the commenters...a lot of you need to lighten up, it was just a dance, and the lady and gentleman handled it well. She certainly shouldn't feel badly
about the outcome, it was his choice to be so embarassed he avoided her. That she wanted to go the extra mile for his sake I think is wonderful, its too bad she didnt get the chance. Being a shy guy myself, I appreciated the ladies in my life that recognized this and would be the first to say something when I had clammed up.
And I have a story. Like just about every man I know, we now laugh about those embarrassing years and swap stories, the teen years, among all the other stresses, also held the terrifying prospect of the most embarrassing instant and obvious erection. It didnt take a slow dance. It could happen sitting in math class and thinking how lovely it would be to run your fingers through the hair of the girl at the desk in front.. OH NO will uit go away before the bell?
But by my early 30's I was much more in control of my passions, and could not only slow dance but dirty dance with no outward symbol of arousal. But one evening I was invited by frineds to go to a local ladies club dance, in particular because a friends cousin from Texas was in town for a few days, without her husband and kids, and shed be happier having a sure thing dance partner rather than wait for a atranger to ask.
I had not met her previously, but it wasnt a blind date, and Id have someone to dance with instead of having to get up the courage to ask( remember I mentioned earlier Im shy).
So I would have been happy to have escorted and danced with a grandmother, it was about dancing and socializing, she was married, its not a date, etc..
So it was a nice surprise that she was a lovely blonde and blue, and educated lady. And I had no cause for shyness, no pressure, and she was goin home to Texas in a few days even if I did embarrass myself. Which means I didnt. We had a great time, terrific conversation between dances and when the evening was drawing to a close there was an affection between us, a joy at having found a new friend, even if for only a short time, quite unexpectedly. And the slow dances that came 3 or 4 in a row as the final set, she just melted comfortably into my arms, our bodies touching in an embrace that went from knee to cheek. Not a lovers touch, but one of unashamed friendly intimacy.
And I felt a wave of heat that started in my toes and raced to my ears, which as it passed my groin sent my penis into uncontrolable swelling at a pace I hadnt experienced in 15 years. I immediately back away, and almost..almost dropped back into my usual shy self and clammed up. But instead I forced myself... and looked her in the eyes, smiled
a little embarrassedly and told her the truth.. That I hadnt responded to a woman this way since I was a teenager, being with her had made me feel young again, like this was my first time being close to woman. And I hoped she knew me well enough even in this short a time to know I didnt mean it to happen, and I wouldnt act on it..but I also felt so wonderful I just couldnt be embarrassed either. And thanked her..
And she whispered to me, and it was the way and sound that said it, not the words, it was ok, and she was delighted and thrilled to have caused this..Melting back into my arms and the same full body caress for two more slow dances. And it wasnt as innocent as before, she moved her body so the sign of my arousal was well hidden between us, moved her feet a little farther apart so that her hips( I am 5'3" she at least 5'7") and legs opened just enough that I could feel the soft flesh of her, the hard pubic bone, and her stomach almost all the way to her navel pressed frimly against my erection.
An observer would never have seen it, but subtly she dirty danced with me. Just after the forth and last song began, an extra wave flushed through me, I had felt, through my clothes and hers, wetness and heat coming from her. And she felt my response, knew then that I knew how she was feeling as well, and whispered to me that someday, when she was sure hed understand what she was saying, she was going to tell her husband about this. Because this feeling was no betrayal of him, we didnt intend it, but that she could walk away from this dance and say goodbye instead of doing what she so wanted to do, was only because of her love for him.
When we left the dance floor she held my hand and "led" me, meaning she stayed very close in front of me to keep my erection a secret, I wondered if the wetness I had felt was visible, but never knew as she quickly covered up with her jacket as soon as we reached the table. She told her relatives, my friends, that she was going to walk me home, I lived a block away, and then stop at another friends house nearby nefore she came home.
In spite of all our good intentions, I could help but hope she was going home with me.. but what she did was give me one long passionate kiss, relive for just a moment the dance, as again our bodies pressed together, and what had never gone away but only relaxed a bit fully restored between us.. she said before she walked away that if either of us had been less, if I not been the kind of man she knew would have regreted and felt guilty, she wouldnt have been able to walk away.. and I told her in spite of everything, if she didnt walk away and soon, I wouldnt be able to let her...
And in that moment of too intense feelings, not just arousal but two people full of affection and respect, she broke it all up by one last act that in the face of all this proper and passionate arousal was just pure lustiness... she let her hand reach out to me and gently stroked the length of my erection from base to tip, her fingertips lingering just one last teasing moment, and the giggled as she said.. And damnit, it is so damn big, and from such a little guy too!!!
She turned and walked down the walk, I was going to watch her until she was out of sight of course. But she gave me one last hope when she hesitated, and turned back to me. but all she did was speak.. " and dont be so shy in the future, you have nothing to be shy about. Ill be at my friends house in less than five minutes where Ill have as much time and privacy as I need as long as I promnise to tell her later..I'll expect you to be taking care of that and thinking of me as well...and then she was gone.
She sent word through my friends, her relatives, a few months later that she wanted to be remebered to me, and that she and her husband were fine. I took to mean she had told him. I hope he did understand, she honored him and her marriage and her love for him. This was an accident, and people are only human, and although we let the passion that happened accidentally fully bloom, to do anything else would have left it a bitter expereince. And a spouse or partner needs to be able to give a little when the rules are bent, for sometimes life happens outside the marriage, and there are things that people are meant to learn and experiences they need to have that cant all be met.
Years and years later, my wife of just a few weeks, but friend for many years, called me from the local bar. It was New Years Eve, and she was out with a girlfriend. My wife had NEVER been to bar or party on New Years. And we could not go out together.
Our newborn daughter had nearly died at 8 days old, and that was Christmas Night less than a week before. She had quit breathing in the night, my wife waking knowing something was wrong was a miracle, and the 911 operator who talked me past my panic into remebering my CPR training as a volunteer fireman not a miracle, and the operator saved my daughter's life as well as my wife's miraculous waking.
On a heart lung monitor, and requiring certified Infant CPR caregivers 24 - 7, that being my wife and I who had both retrained during the 4 days Lucy was in the Hospital, only one of left the house at a time for the next year.
But on this night, my wife sorely needed a break. I cant even describe, now 20 months later, how it felt to watch the light going out of our childs eyes as I breathed for her, my wife holding the phone to my ear with one hand and feeling the quivering pulse with her other. There was a point, when we were doing everything right, but Lucy was getting bluer, and her eyes faded, from bright glittering fear, that as clearly as if spoken said "Help me Mommy!" and clouded over milky white, that we both knew it was too late, and we she was dying. There police and paramedics were there in 60 to 90 seconds, but when Ilooked at them clearly saying" take over?" One of them recognized my look, and said that I was donig fine, and that however long I had been giving the CPR, that was more real experience than either of them had. It was in its way reassuring, and not long after Lucy went suddenly from stiff and lifeless to guivering and coughing weakly. Not many more breaths from me later and she was crying fully and breathing deeply.
6 days later, my wife and I had been through a lifetime it seemed of emotion, but while that night even as I write this, my chest is a void, its the entire expanse of the vast empty universe, empty of anything except a grief that is as overwhelming as the void is empty. She lived, shes fine, shes more than fine, but still, the moments when we thought she was gone.. they stay with us. And for my wife, I can see in her its even more. Lucy's eyes were crying out, and I saw it too, "help me Mommy". And mommy had paniced so badly she couldnt remember what to do, and after a few moments holding Lucy helplessly and in shock, she had held her out to me and in a voice full of failure and terror said "I dont know what to do..." She was infant CPR certified as was I. I didnt do much better, I found a pulse, so heart still beating, but could clkear her airway, no blockage... and froze up then... it was the 911 operator who broke through, repeating over and over, just breathe for her, forget about the blockage, breathe for her..
My wife carries all I carry, as well as the way she feels about not being able to answer the call for help from those terrified eyes...So I sent her out New Years Eve.
The phone rang at 5 min to midnight.. of course it was my wife. Shes a little giddy, and tells me about this much younger guy, early 20's to her 35, who keeps making eye contact with her. He is there with his brother and girlfriend, he is really cute, and he keeps LOOKING at her and smiling.. what should she do?
What do you want to dO I ask, I allready knew...
"Can I kiss him at midnight? Ive never done that, kissed a stranger at midnight.."
I had on a number of occasions, and not just at midnight, but for example, as toll to cross a fake bridge at a Ren Faire, or at a rock concert... so I told her, "Sure but on one condition, you kiss him like you would me, or like you would before me.."
And we said I love you and hung up.
When she got home, she was beaming. She said she had gone over to him, told him she was married.. but she had liked the way he was looking at her, and had called me and asked.. and shed really like to kiss him at midnight if he was interested..' she laughed and said by the time she got all that out it WAS midnight, so they kissed..
"And ?" I asked
"Yeah, it was good, it was a little TOO good, he didnt want to let me go... "
And while I smiled and told her she looked wonderful, and I was thrilled she had known she could call and ask me, I was remembering that dance long ago, and how what I had learned that night had made me the man I was this night, not just thrilled she had kissed another man, but laughing to myself that I was hoping, and would be disappointed if not, that her kiss had raised in him that beacon of arousal, and that she had felt it and knew what she had inspired in that young handsome man. I didnt bother to actually ask her, becasue the way she described the attention he paid to her the rest of the evening, we both knew she had thrilled him.
It was only a few moments in one evening, but it brought a little relief and fun and joy out of the worst of times. Most of the guys I know would have had a fit, and gone to punch the guy out. A few guys I dont like, would have punched out their wife. I not only let my wife kiss another man, I was thrilled she felt she could even ask. And over the time since, as weve talked about that and other things, like the 13 year age difference between us, and the difference in experiences, weve considered how these very rigid rules most of are taught can actually prevent a marriage from growing.
But really, how can a kiss in a bar, compare to the much more sexual encounter I had those many years ago? Because if that lovely Texas lady had been my wife, and I some other man... she could have called me as she walked him home.. and if she asked I would have gladly agreed... because moments like that so rare and special shouldnt HAVE to missed just because the rules say so, all that matters is if the Partners consent...and if my wife had an encounter as special to her as that one was to me, I would have been thrilled to urge her to see it through. And that New Years wasnt just any day, after what we had gone through, we both needed something to take us away. And that kiss in the bar , I didnt finish the story. I mentioned, and how he paid attention to her the rest of the evening, I knew how she had aroused him?
Because when she called from the bar just before closing, I told her to bring him home with her. And while she showered, he and I talked. And then We took her to bed, and gave this lovely conservative woman an experience shed talked about being erotic, but never thought could actually do. She had two men make love to her, devote ourselves to pleasing her and with the stamina of two men give her more pleasure than she had ever experienced before.
It happened once, and it was in retrospect, the absolutely right thing. This rigid moral code imposed on marriages should be completely flexible if the partners agree on their own rules. It took real trama, and a need to do something outrageous to escape it briefly for us to go so far. But in the end, we could have done the same thing just to fullfill a partners erotic curiousity. And we since have.
Those of you who would have been pissed at your wife just for slow dancing with another man... I feel for you. You are going to miss a lot of what life offers. If it had been my wife dancing with the shy guy in the original posting, I probably would have asked her if she thought it would do him good, or harm, for the expereince, and if she thought good, I would have gone over to him and invited him to come home with us...
I was a shy guy with an erection for a married woman once...
I`m not saying this was an emotiomal affair, but it could develop into one. A little trouble at home, a man at work who adores you..it can and does happen.
Ked, you're certainly entitled to your opinion, just as we all are, but my DH and I are in agreement that as a married couple, sexual contact with another person is wrong. So, we all have our own perimeters and moral boundaries that we're comfortable with.
And I fully agree with Hump, that as a married person, your first consideration and priority should be your spouse and his or her feelings.
The OP handled her situation well enough because she didn't initiate or orchestrate the guy's response. She has nothing to feel guilty about because nothing came of it. (Not sure if her DH would agree or not though.) This guy's reaction was purely accidental and I'm sure, unintended. And rather than leave him on the dance floor in that condition, she continued to dance. I'm not sure if I would have made that choice but she did.
Your situation was different because the woman in question took it beyond that. Way beyond. And I don't know too many husbands who would feel that what she did was acceptable for a married woman. Mine certainly wouldn't.
Edited 9/7/2005 2:35 pm ET ET by katmandoo2001
I wish!
First off I love to Dance but never do - No one ever wants to dance - all they do is stand around playing pool.
Not even my husband gets an erection that I've Ever noticed while dancing with me - slow or not.
Friendly Rebuttal:
I appreciated the comments about my post, and know my expereince would not be considered by most people as OK for the reasons said. And I would not try to convince anyone otherwise for there OWN relationship.
But what I do want to encourage is an occasional peek outside the box, you might be surprised. As much as monogomy is probably the best and prefered lifestyle in marriage, it sure seems to fail often. And the people who explore alternative lifestyles also have successes and failures.
All I advocate is a little more open mindedness towards people who exercise their right to freewill and choice, and as a couple that includes consent. And that you consider whether your own values are choices you believ in, or learned behaviors you have never question that might be barriers instead of safeguards.
I certainly dont ask for endorsement of my experience as the right way to live... but the eroticism of my dance experience was almost a gift to me...I didnt have to run away in shame, I was acccepted and even encouraged( which is where I am sure most of you believe it should stop), and took home an experience that helped me feel like a normal person when I had for a long time seemed only half a man. And that was a gift from this lady who did go farther than she felt was acceptable, but mot out of desire, but I think because she saw a chance to help someone she liked with just a little investment of intimacy.
I wouldnt be surprised if her husband already respected his wifes ability to see more deeply than most people, because my wife that same uncanny intuition. Which is why I trust her judgement and her motivies...
But I will say that any belief we are foolish or risky is uninformed. The fact that we are so open and share what most couples wont even acknowledge, A PAST> leaves us on much more solid ground than many. And the recognition and sharing of fantasy and desire, and which feelings may be casual curiosity vs a long felt eroticism gives forknowlege of possible temptations as well as time to really discuss and consioder what we may share.
I had and will have in another proper time and place no qualms about giving my wife another erotic experience of a threesome. The very fact that both of us had already done it without crises in mmuch less healthy relationships would almost have made it an insult of distrust to not consider, unless we simply chose not to and be monogomous.
SO freedom for others to choose without being judged would be nice, but even better, enough open minded courage to share with your spouse at the very least your thoughts and feelings without fear, too many people go through life hiding from themselves as much as anyone else by suppressing what they think is wrong and shameful...
So many of the boards and posters here have so much positive to share that has come of some out of the box adventures.... I will say again there may be a lot of oportunitites to learn and grow missed by rigid and unwavering moralism.... and Id be surprised if every reader has something they would like to be able tio share with their spouse without hesitation but are afraid too. Get past that first hurdle and the sharing will bring you closer, not jeopardize your marriage. Theres no partnership more secure than the one in which the partners no each others dirtiest secrets, for they have nothing more to hide or lose hehe
Whatever works for you and yours, Ked but my DH and I have been together almost 30 years so how we live our lives, conduct our marriage, and how we believe, works for us. And neither us feel deprived or locked "in a box" in the least. We chose our boundaries together and we live by them.
We simply don't feel a need to go outside our relationship to have sexual experiences with other people. If that means that we "don't think outside the box," in your opinion, well, so be it. If other couples choose to, then that's their choice.
I don't think anyone on this thread was being judgemental either, that seems to be your perception. From what I read, we were all simply sharing personal opinions and experiences but it doesn't mean that we will think or believe the same way.
Edited 9/14/2005 5:58 pm ET ET by katmandoo2001
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