Myriam sat at a table with her drink to catch her breath. She had just spent the last twenty minutes on the dance floor. The industrial music had an irresistible beat that she couldn't pass up. Masquerade was fairly busy this evening. Just enough people were there to give it a high-energy atmosphere.
She watched the crowd move by as she sipped her bottle of Smirnoff Ice. She was searching for someone in particular whom she hadn't seen in sometime but had heard would be in town and at the club that night. She had just finished the last of her drink when she saw him.
He was nicely dressed in a tight black shirt and leather pants. His long blonde hair was pulled into a neat ponytail at the base of his neck. Though she hadn't seen him in almost two years, Myriam still recognized him.
Pushing her chair back, she stood and moved the follow him. Catching up, she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned quickly to see who it was. His eyes scanned the woman before him. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her.
"It's Myriam." She said with a smile.
As soon as she spoke he realized who stood before him. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. He briefly introduced her to the friends he was with and then followed her to the dance floor.
They danced together for a while before finding a table to rest at. They talked while they rested and caught up on what had been going on in their lives. Myriam glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost closing time.
"Care to come to my apartment for some coffee?" She asked.
"Sounds good." He replied.
He followed her in his car while she drove hers back to the apartment. Myriam thought about how sexy Connor looked and how much better he would look with out his clothes. The last time she had seen him; the night was spent having the best sex she could recall.
Since then she'd had a few lovers, but none were as satisfying. She felt herself beginning to get wet as she thought about what might happen. Before she knew it, they had arrived at her place.
"Make yourself comfortable." She told him as she went to start on the coffee.
Connor sat on her sofa and leaned against the arm. He looked around and admired the various art pieces she had. His mind soon took him back to the last time he saw her. He organ tingled and started to come to life as he remembered that night.