Do You Wanna Dance?
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He stood in the corner of the darkened club, watching her as
her thin body swayed to the music that blared from the speaker’s overhead in
the club. Her long honey blonde hair hung in loose waves around her face,
revealing two of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She had a smile that would
melt the hardest of hearts. She definitely wasn’t Latino, but she moved her
assets as if she were. Twice a week for the last couple of weeks, she had
frequented the club -his club- and he had watched her from the balcony of the
VIP section in awe. Her beauty and her carefree attitude completely and
emphatically mesmerized him. She exuded a confidence as she danced freely with
one person and then yet another. It was obvious that she wasn’t ‘with’
anyone in particular. He had been careful to wait for her, watch to see if she
entered or left with any certain man. To his amazement and delight, she usually
came alone. Yet occasionally she would make her way into the club with a group
of girls, laughing.
This night, she wore a deep purple ruffled shirt and a black skirt that danced around her thighs as she did the salsa with her friends. She drew the attention of many men, yet she never seemed to be impressed by their intentions. She would immediately take to the dance floor after entering the club and she remained there until the club shut down. When she left, she would be glistening with sweat and her hair would be wet with perspiration from her gyrating and experienced dance moves. He knew that he had to make his move tonight or the moment would be lost. He couldn’t stand the thought of another night watching from the shadows, tortured by his desire for her, his desire to touch her, hold her, make love to her. The tour was starting again in two days and he didn’t have much time. He would be gone soon and wasn’t sure when he would have the chance to get back to the club. He simply could not leave without ‘loving’ her. Slowly he descended the stairs of the club and made his way onto the dance floor and over to where she danced, unbeknownst that her life was about to change.
She had her arms high above her head and her face was turned to the side as he approached her. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and she could feel his erection pressing against her hips. Quickly she turned and found herself staring into his soft, passionate brown eyes. His hair was long and black and he had an intense look that set her soul on fire. His hands were warm and soft against her bare back as he caressed her tenderly. Without a word, lost in the intense feeling illuminating from each of their eyes, their feet began to move in unison, their heated bodies entwined in a passionate dance. He held her tightly, both hands on her thin waist as she sacheted first towards him and then away from him.
As the music continued, they realized that they were commanding the dance floor and everyone’s attention. After the first dance, no one else had remained on the floor but the two of them. They were lost in the sexual Latin music and lost in the desire and heat they were generating within each other. His eyes were full of lust as he held her hand, pushing her away and then reeling her back in again, as they danced. Their moves were mechanical yet melodic at the same time. They danced as if they were two long lost lovers and the chemistry between the two of them was undeniable to any and all that watched the dance unfold before their eyes.
After the third song had ended, without a word he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. Their bodies molded against each other, their lips meeting hungrily. She allowed his tongue to explore her freely, her head telling her to stop, her heart and body telling her that she needed more. She pulled back and stared into his smoldering eyes as he brushed a strand of hair from her wet face. Casually his hand slipped from her cheek, between her large breasts and down her waist. She trembled at his delicate touch. He smiled and took her hand silently, leading her up a winding set of stairs and into the VIP section of the club.
As he shut the door behind them and her eyes began to focus on her surroundings, it was then that she realized who he was. She touched one of the gold records lining the wall, her mind racing.
"I can’t do this," she said as she tried to walk past him and out the door to a simpler life. His hand caught her, and he smiled wickedly as he pulled her closer to him. He buried his head in the nape of her neck, breathing in her scent. She intoxicated him with the faint smell of sweet jasmine and vanilla, mixed with sweat and desire. He allowed his lips to brush her ear lobe and then her neck. His tongue moved cautiously and methodically along her skin as he began to suckle the pulse points of her neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. His hands caressed her slowly, expertly, as she relaxed against him.
"If you don’t want me, I will let you go" he whispered into her ear, knowing that she would not resist him. He felt her shudder as he slipped one hand underneath her skirt, finding her hidden bud and massaging her gently.
"I do want you, but so do a lot of other women. I’m not the kind of woman that can share you and I will not allow myself to get hurt" she said breathlessly as he untied her shirt and pushed it from her thin shoulders. He popped the hook on her bra and cupped her breasts with both of his hands, tugging at the hardened nipples.
"You don’t have to share me when we are together, only when I am onstage. That is a promise," he said kneeling in front of her and pushing her skirt above her waist, giving him better access to her tanned stomach. He looked up at her and smiled wickedly, knowing that his touch was having the exact affect on her that he had hoped.
Her skin tingled beneath him and tiny goose bumps appeared on her flesh as his tongue flickered around the edges of her belly button and her folds through the satin thong she wore. She grasped his head and held him firmly against her, wanting more, craving more. Quickly he ripped her tiny thong from her heated body, exposing the tiny curls of hair at her core and slipped a probing finger inside of her wetness.
"Oh god" she moaned as he worked her intently, keeping his gaze locked on her face.
"You like this baby?" he asked teasingly. Another soft moan elicited her lips as he continued his sweet torture upon her body. Her eyes glazed, giving him satisfaction too.
He continued to work her with his nimble fingers as he led her to the oversized burgundy leather couch against the far wall of his plush office. He pulled his long, slender finger from her and licked her juices as if he were licking the stickiness that candy leaves on your fingers once it has become wet. He could see the desire burning inside her blue eyes as she tore his shirt open and hurriedly unbuttoned his tight black jeans. Once she had him naked, she pushed him to the couch hurriedly and straddled him. She sat motionless for a moment, staring into his eyes and trying to read his thoughts before she eased herself onto his throbbing shaft. He sat as upright as possible as he pulled her torso towards him, allowing him better access to her glistening skin. His mouth encircled her breast, nibbling the soft flesh beneath him as she quickened her pace against his hips. Her inner walls felt like warm soft velvet against his engorged cock as his hips fervently rose to meet hers. It was if their climaxes began to build simultaneously as each of them relished in the touch of a stranger. Once more he held her gaze as her body began to tremble against him.
"I can’t hold on-" she moaned as his finger found her clit and sent her spiraling over the edge. As the last waves of her orgasm washed over the depths of her tantalized body, he exploded inside of her. His hot liquid spilled deeply against her tender swollen walls. He gripped her waist tightly, his head lying on the back of the couch, his moans echoing along the room. She buried her head into his neck, her hair shielding his face, and sucked his hot flesh teasingly. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, he released her to sit next to him. She rested her head lazily in his lap as he ran his hands purposely through her mane of hair. Moments passed as they bonded quietly.
He bent to kiss her before picking up the cell phone that lay on the table. His lips touched hers softly, his teeth grazing her bottom lip as he smiled. She smiled back at him, watching him curiously as he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. He continued to caress her exhausted body as he waited for an answer.
"Fatima, this is Howie. Change of plans. I’ve found my dance partner for the new tour."
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