Angela sat at the table, alone and miserable. It had been a miserable evening so far and the likelihood remained that it would stay like this for the rest of the night. She felt so alone and out of it, sitting alone at a table on a hot night in France. She knew that she should have been sitting at this table with Jamie, closing her eyes as he kissed her and then dancing with him close, letting his hands explore her body in public and then, later on, letting him undress her slowly in private. But that would never happen again. Not since she had walked in on Jamie and another woman fucking like animals. Angela had stared into Jamie's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Then she had turned and run, only returning later that night to collect her things.
Now she was living alone in a world that seemed to be populated only by couples. It had been ages since she had enjoyed an evening out and being on her own, she liked this one even less.
Angela drained her glass and let it fall to the top of the table. In the background, she noticed the cabaret of the hotel had changed its tune and now it was playing a low drum beat.
Two dancers, one male, the other female came onto the stage. The man was dressed in white trousers, the woman in a see-thru leotard. They gyrated round the tables until the man caught her and lifted his partner onto a raised platform. The pair writhed, the man thrusting his pelvis, almost as if he was making love to the woman in public, the woman, her legs wrapped round his middle. Every time he thrust, her body arched in simulated erotic pleasure. The drumming increased in tempo until it was constant beat as the man pushed in and out until the beat stopped. The dance had ended. The performers took their bows and left the stage. As he walked off, the man looked Angela in the eye and blew a kiss at her. She smiled back. He was certainly handsome, dressed only in white trousers while his tanned, lean body was drenched in sweat.
Angela stood, letting her long red hair tumble down over her shoulders as she bent down and picked up her bag inside of which was a better dress than the one she was wearing. Angela disliked the black dress she had on. Jamie had given it to her the year before she had left him. It was made of black cotton with spaghetti straps, the front was slit to reveal most of her cleavage and breasts while another slit revealed most of her long, slender leg. Angela wanted something a little more demure. She wasn't sure why she had chosen to wear this particular dress. Maybe she wanted to show off as much of her body as possible. As she stood up, Angela realised that the man had been looking straight down her cleavage at her exposed breasts. Angela smiled, enjoying the man's gaze on her body.
She had enjoyed the dance and wished she could have been the female partner. When she had been alone at night and unable to sleep, she had allowed her hand to slide between her legs to her neatly trimmed mound and pleasure herself.
The man came over, a white jacket hung on his shoulders. Angela allowed herself the guilty pleasure of examining his body in detail now that he was up close. Angela decided that above all the things she wanted tonight, she wanted a guilty, sweaty one night stand with a man she knew nothing about. She wanted someone to tear off this dress and be naked with this man and to perform a dance with him alone. She wanted his thick rod to invade her body like a jack hammer.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"No." said Angela "But I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"I want you to follow me." said Angela, with a dangerous look in her eye.
They walked out together past the beach and into one of the half built cabins. Angela walked to the far wall and leaned against it.
"I liked your dance tonight.” Angela whispered to the man.
“It is meant to be erotic.” said the man.
