She opened her legs to welcome my hand as I slid it under her skirt. Bare thighs above stockings, smooth and radiating heat.
I begin to feel bolder as we make the most of our time to brush hands and exchange glances. Flirting, touching. This is quite out of character. Normally I’m a bit reserved, but am enjoying our dance.
To create urgency I wrote the piece in the first person, present tense. My first draft was unusually low at only 500 words. I left it for a few days then added more detail to the characters.