Replacing the cap, I looked down, smiling, realizing that once again mynipples were erect.Replacing my heel, I stood and smoothed my skirt, wishing I ...hadn'tbought something so daring. It was lovely to be sure, but the lengthjust wasn't quite what I was ready for. I looked at the amount of legvisible from my heels to several inches above my knees and shrugged. Idid buy it so I should wear it. I wasn't the type to buy something thenreturn it after I'd worn it, it was just that I couldn't. I dance, allowing the beat and mood of the music to determine my movements, swaying, gliding, moving my hands, my arms, my hips...the skirt swirling around my feet as I float over the floor with my eyes half closed.I dance for you letting the desire for you show in my actions, the music changes, the beat becomes stronger, and my movements change with it and become faster. I glace at you and laugh. The music captivates me, flooding the senses and moving with abandon, my dancing becomes exotic,. Wo behind any man caught The history of it inception goes back many centuries I am sure . I was told it started in the mid 19th century although there is evidence that the women had been there long . There are graves tones for queens going back well before the 1850s but is impossible to know as the years are counted in 28 months , 28 being more in tune with natural cycles of the female populationAny way one very storming night the Paddle Ship Great Britain 1 was shipwrecked in. There was this one girl, Janine, who I met at the swimming hole which was just a bend in the river where someone had hung a tire swing. Janine was wearing a two piece bathing suit...pretty racy for back then and I managed to strike up a conversation with her. While we were talking I looked into the pretty brunette's eyes and admired her friendly smile. She was about 14, same age as me and we compared school information. I also noticed a few stray brown hairs creeping out of her bathing.