Sweet Mojito
The band played Salsa as I drank my mojito with my girlfriends at the bar. They all came out for my birthday and I was really excited to be at a Spanish nightclub. In the corner of my eye, I noticed a familiar face. It was Francisco from my Latin dance class. I was thrilled that I was going to be able to show my friends some of my new moves. Francisco gave me a kiss on the cheek and I introduced him to my friends. After pleasantries, he held out his hand to ask me to dance. I immediately accepted.
We warmed up for a few minutes with some basic partner work. People around us started to give us some room as Francisco started to work his magic on me. Suddenly, I became more aware that my hand was grazing down his chest down to his pants. While my fingers lingered on the lining of his pants for a mere two seconds, I thought that I may have had more than enough mojitos for the evening. As he turned, my fingers stroked his hips and his back. I was literally caressing him. It felt as if I was hinting unconsciously how much I wanted him.
His hand cupped mine as he turned into me. He squeezed my fingers slightly. One. Two. Three. Open Break. With some distance, I thought I could bring myself together. I didn’t know what came over me. I knew Latin salsa was sultry but I didn’t think it would make me feel this way. My face felt red. Sweat dripped down the small of my back. Suddenly, we looked at each other in the eyes and I felt my dimples peep through my flushed cheeks.
This made no sense to me. I never felt attracted to him before. I always knew he was a great dancer but he was not exactly the most attractive man I met. Francisco had pockmarks all over his face. At times, I resisted looking at him because it made me uneasy. He was always wearing these tight muscle shirts with the same colored jeans whenever I saw him. Arms were always my weakness but now, I wasn’t even looking at his arms. I couldn’t help but look at his face and in his eyes.
I unexpectedly became aware of intimacy and it scared me. I wanted to connect with him but I was embarrassed he would know he was turning me on a bit more than expected and on the dance floor nonetheless. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to face rejection on a dance floor.
As my mind and body remained in conflict, the song continued on. His body told me to come towards him. I was resistant to get too close to him but I followed his lead. He grabbed both of my hands and gave me no choice. Walking on one towards him, I just flicked my left leg to the right on two. He let my left hand go but he didn’t want me to turn. He wanted me to come towards him again. My eyes had nowhere else to look but straight at him. If I stopped dancing with him, he would know he was making me feel something. I didn’t want him to think he was making me feel uncomfortable. I also didn’t want him to know I was attracted to him. If I kept dancing with him, maybe he wouldn’t notice anything.
Rather than let me get away with repeating a boring leg flick, he lowered my right arm onto his shoulder. I was too close to him. There was only one thing I could think to do. I lifted my right leg around his thigh resting the weight of my body onto his. Suddenly, I felt my clit rub against the inner part of his groin. It was as if I was being held captive as my face barely touched his. My lips remained below his. I could feel a hint of his dick touching my lips through his jeans and my short skirt. Before he released me from his hold, I felt his dick get even harder. I realized my underwear was wet as his dick pressed up into my thong wrapper. I wondered could he feel how wet I’d become?
In a cross body lead, I felt his eyes lingering on my body. As I turned, his hand pressed on my shoulder. I felt myself blush as the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I felt him moving closer to me when he stepped forward on his left. As he made his way around my hip, he transferred his weight to his right foot coming even closer to me as he slightly leaned into my body. I exhaled but kept my Oh’s to myself. Blood rushed to my clit causing it to pulsate. I refused to look at him in his eyes. It felt as if I was having an orgasm even though I wasn’t having sex. Is this even possible?
As I started to turn, I looked him straight in his eyes as I flexed my hip forward as if it was aiming for his dick. With his eyes widened and eyebrows raised, he followed my lead. He looked exactly where I wanted him to do. As he released my hand, I lowered it to the back of my head as I started brushing my fingers through my hair. Using the tips of my fingers, I caressed the nape of my neck and stroked my fingers down my cleavage as I stepped back into standard position. I never felt so relaxed. Finally, the band stopped playing and he turned me into a dip. When I stopped moving, I noticed my heart was coming out of my chest. I was more than satisfied.
I walked over to the bar to find women seeking me out. They wanted to know if he was my boyfriend. I told them “No” and they asked for my permission to dance with him. Did they all notice my crisis on the dance floor? I told them to go for it but I stood there with my mojito and a sense of jealousy I kept to myself.
Several sets later, everyone was ready to go home especially Francisco who spent the rest of the evening dancing with other women. As the band played their last song, I hoped the night wasn’t over. I wanted to dance some more. I was relieved when Francisco asked if he could drive me home. I immediately accepted and said my goodbyes to everyone as we made our way to the front door and past the bouncers.
Francisco drove across the bridge and went somewhere private. When I realized he was not taking me home, I knew I was going to get what I wanted. When we got to his place, he grabbed my neck firmly with one hand while his mouth kissed me. He pulled my hair back with his fingers and asked me “What do you want for your birthday?” I whispered into his ear “I am so wet.” He kissed my bottom lip and pulled me closer to him with his hands on my ass. With my arms around him, I told him “I can’t wait anymore. I want you to fuck me now.”
Francisco lifted up my arm and turned me once more like he was doing all night. He put his hand on my shoulder to stop me from turning back to him. He pushed his fingers into my back slightly signaling me to bend over. I happily obliged.
I heard the tear of a wrapper and then his belt buckle hit the floor. He bent me over some more making my skirt rise. With his index finger, he moved my panties to the side and rammed his dick inside me. My pussy oozed. All the juices of the night started dripping. As he smacked my ass and leaned over grabbing a tuft of my hair, “Is this what you want!” he declared confidently in my ear.
Responsively, I moaned “oh oh uh ohh.” He slowed down and repeated himself as his hand grasped the tuft back. “Is this what you want?” he said begging a response as he looked me in the eyes. This intermission tortured me as I yearned for climax. I blurted “I’m close.”
He pulled himself in and out of my marinated pussy with relentless power. “More” I commanded. Then, he pushed me down by the neck as he buried himself deeper into me. As he grew stiffer with every contraction, a vigorous antagonism was nurtured between his hardened penis and my pulsating vagina. I felt myself come so intensely that I squirted for the first time.
