It was a nice one, no tongue, just lips touching. Adorable. Her slim body was pressed tightly against me, and she softly whispered: "Darling..." and slowly slid onto her knees, carefully smoothing the hems of her thick skirt. Slender fingers started opening my belt. The orchestra started playing again, a slow, romantic melody, but the people were not dancing. Silent, everyone stood in a circle around us; the men watched in awe, the ladies with large, surprised eyes. Audrey