The Desi Dance Party

A couple of years back I had gone to attend a desi dance party in town. I reached early at the club since the DJ and the organizer were my friends. I thought I’d help them out a bit. No need though. They had everything under control. Surprisingly, at that early an hour, a lone attractive couple was languishing around…waiting for the party to begin. With nothing better to do, I chatted up with them and was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were fairly new in town and that the girl was from aamchee mumbai! We launched ourselves into bambaiya and were soon having an animated discussion about Shiv Sena and Bombay colleges. The husband was feeling left out…so we shifted to more local topics. The conversation got boring and reduced to a trickle. Spotting some of my friends coming in, I excused myself. My last thought was…nice wife…boring husband.

As the night progressed and the crowds poured in, the music grew louder and saucier. The techno beats mixed with Amitabh songs were freaking me out! I was lovin’ it! I had totally forgotten about the couple when I suddenly spotted the wife, all alone… her eyes shut…swaying silently with the throbbing music… in a quiet corner. Whoa…now that’s what I call sexy…I thought to myself. I stopped and looked around and saw her husband as drunk as a sailor…busy arguing and shouting loudly at a distance with a couple of his equally drunk buddies. Feeling a bit sorry for a fellow bambaiya (honest!), I detached myself from my group and approached her.

As I got closer, I noticed her left hand swaying and gently snapping with the music while the other was moving horizontally…back and forth…across her naked tummy in slow motion. “Jahan teri yeh nazar hai”…hand slides to the right…”meri jaan mujhe khabar hai”…slides back to the left….”bachna saka koi…aaye kitne”… stretches out both her arms in front…”lambe hain mere…haath itne”…curls them over her head and runs her fingers through her hair…”dekh idhar yaar”…brings her hands down close to her body…”dhyaan kidhar hai”…with finger tips lightly grazing her ears, cheeks, lips, neck, breasts…”arey!…dekh idhar yaaar”…one hand back on tummy… “dhyaan kidhar hai”

Something snapped in me. I have seen “sexy” before, but the allure of a woman who belongs to another man is too hard to resist. It’s a guy thing. I don’t know how else to explain it. Just knowing that a woman belongs to someone else…that she is off limits…the look-but-don’t-touch syndrome…lends her a magnified aura of sexuality that complements her natural latent one. And when the woman in question was naturally as sexy as she was…you can imagine my condition.

I had gone there with the intention of inviting her over to join my group…but after seeing what I saw…I couldn’t control myself. I slid behind her, in typical grind position…and nervously put my hands on her waist. Startled, she turned behind to see me smiling dorkily at her. She returned a confused smile and I could see her glance further behind at her husband and his friends. I turned to look too…he was quite far and busy in his own world.

She appeared to relax a bit. “I love this song!” she shouted. “Me too” I drooled. My loose grip around her waist tightened a little. I moved in closer, till our bodies were touching each other’s…and I could smell the shampoo in her hair. Herbal. I thought. Nice. The song was ending, but the beats continued as the DJ was bringing the new song in.

“I hope he plays another Amitabh number” I half wished…half whispered. “What??” she shouted back and made the sign language symbol of “can’t hear you”. I leaned into her…parted her hair from her ears and repeated what I said…slowly…deliberately. I could feel her tingle…she nodded absently. I traced my finger around the outline of her ear…and rested both my hands over her naked tummy…waist up. For those who don’t know…massaging the tummy can be a very erotic experience (check with Alpha).

“husn hai suhaana…roop ka khazana…aaj hai lootana…aaja deewane tujhe seene se lagaoon…naaa…naaa…naaaaaaa…goriya…chura na mera jiya…goriya”

This Govinda number was the new song. Not what I expected, but then nothing was happening as expected. So far I was the one making all the moves and she was simply reacting. I wanted to know if she wanted me to stop or go on…so I waited…and she took control. She arched back into me…and I had to lean back to accommodate her…covered both my hands with her own…and started rubbing them in the same way she was rubbing her tummy earlier. My confidence buoyed, I flipped her around to face me…we stared into each other’s eyes for a short while but she quickly turned around. It was more comfortable back to back. We started moving with the beats and the music as one. A couple of more good songs were played. It was so much fun!!! Our favourite songs, the right atmosphere, the heightening of senses due to the fear of getting caught, the exotic smells of a new person, the thrill of adventure…what else could I ask for?

Suddenly, she pried herself off my grip and pushed away from me. I instinctively looked behind and saw her husband approaching…trying to look in our direction. She hurried over to him. He still looked fairly dazed and drunk. She said something to him and he smiled. She was at her husband’s side the rest of the night and avoided me like the plague. I too went back to my friends and danced that unforgettable night away!

I did bump into them a number of times after that at different parties and houses…and now believe it or not… we are all good friends and part of the same group. But I still can’t forget that night. And she still is the sexiest woman alive as far as I am concerned.

I know what happened was morally wrong and I am the first guy to admit that. To both our credit however, we have never repeated anything of the sort even though we have had ample opportunities since then. Every time we are in the same room, the amount of sexual tension in the air is simply unbelievable!

Let’s just say that sometimes…grown ups need to have some fun too.