Soon the music changed to a slower tune. Jim placed his left hand firmly in her right one, and shifted his other to rest on the flare of her shapely, ...firm hip. As they began to dance slow, Jim began to tell her all about himself. He was a carpenter, building homes and doing renovations as well as custom cabinetry. Marie listened intently, feeling his body as her hands rested on his midsection, all the while gliding across the dance floor with him. Progressively, they both danced closer. There was already a wet spot on top of it. I licked my lips in anticipation. I wanted to take off his pants and so I gave it a pull.As he was lying down so it wasnt possible without his help but to my surprise he lifted up his hips to help me and in a swift motion i pulled down his shorts and he jerked his legs such that the shorts flew off and fell at the corner of the room. I now caressed his hard-on over his underwear and took my face near it to examine it more carefully. His eyes were still. "Now I understand why you were upset but I want to know why you carried on the argument into Saturday."Sarah's smile vanished and she looked quite upset when she recalled the events of Saturday, "I didn't mean to. It's just that I woke up feeling a bit hung over."I looked surprised, "You hadn't been drinking that much. You didn't seem to be even slightly drunk. I was pleased that you had paced your drinking and not ended up making a fool of yourself like some of the people there." Even a small. I headed over to her apartment – she finally let me know that it was apartment 712 – and knocked on the door. I thought I heard some rustling around inside, but there was no answer.I shrugged. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well. I would try again tomorrow.During the following day, I sent her a text to ask how her day is going. My day was busy enough that I didn’t realize until just before clocking out that I had received no response.That evening, I headed to the workout room. Still no Lisa. I hopped.