After the revelations of the party, I noticed more and more how my hands seemed to have unusual effects on women. A handshake would linger a little longer than necessary. Any kind of touch would create a little shiver, or a big smile. I would often receive comments like 'what warm hands you have!' It was fun to ask a random woman if I could just brush a bug off her shoulder and then watch her reaction as I touched her with my fingers - little electric sparks penetrating the skin and presumably making their way down to her loins.
And then, of course, there was dancing.
It's surprising how little contact humans have in everyday life. As a graphic designer, I spent much of my life behind a desk. And although I played badminton and tennis, It's very rare that you actually touch your opponents. I'm not sure if my 'gift' had any effect on men, but I shudder to think how life might have turned out if I'd played rugby!
But on the dance floor, skin contact is almost mandatory.
I wouldn't say I was much of a 'looker' if you know what I mean. Not exactly Brad Pitt material. But I found myself heading out to the local club on Friday and Saturday nights, brimming with confidence. At first I struggled with approaching girls and asking them to dance. I was often met with indifference, or a firm put down. But once I reached over and rested my fingers on a girl's arm, everything changed. Eyes would light up. Lips would part and curl into a smile. That was essentially how I met Laura.
"Sorry. Tired. Enjoying my drink," she said at first. She was hovering at the bar with a couple of mates. Previously I would have been petrified of approaching a group of girls in such a situation. But not tonight. I touched her arm.
"Maybe later?" I said, resting my hand across her wrist. Her eyes lit up and she hesitated. I guess the magic had stirred something down below. She looked at me deeply.
"Actually, why not," she said and took my hand. We trotted out on to the dance floor.
"Laura," she stated, gripping my hands and pulling me into a bop.
"Rick," I replied simply.
It was a lively song so little opportunity to touch but Laura was clearly enjoying herself. Like most men, I just tried to keep in time! After a couple of minutes the tune changed and the tempo slowed. That was my opportunity to move in close.
"There's something about you," she murmured as we gyrated. My hands were brushing her bare arms, sending shivers through her body.
"People say I have magic hands," I replied. On reflection that was pretty lame but I was beginning to think it might actually be true.
"mmm," she cooed softly above the music. "So what else can you do with them?" She was grinning, enjoying my touch.
"Come back to my place and I'll show you." I reached around and slid my hands under her blouse, pressing my palms into the small of her back. She shuddered and pressed herself against me.
"I can't wait that long!" she cried, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the exit. I thought that maybe we were leaving, but she diverted towards the toilets and dragged me into the ladies.
"Oi! Girls room!" Shouted someone from the sinks.
"Fuck off," said Laura sternly, pulling me into a cubicle. "I need cock!" She closed the door to a chorus of giggles from the room. "You go, girl!" someone shouted.
