It had been four months since my ex had broken up with me. I admittedly had a hard time getting over being so unceremoniously dumped so those four months had passed without a date and without any female company outside of my close female friends. One Friday night after work I decided to "get back out there" as my friends had recommended so frequently. I was going to a dance club that I always saw advertised in the weekly arts and entertainment newspaper but I was going alone with no friends to try to steer me into anything.
I put on a black short sleeve button-down shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair of black boots that came to just over my ankle. I finished my preparations by spraying on some cologne that had been given to me by my ex. I took a look at myself in the mirror and feeling satisfied with the way I looked, I called for a cab. it was easier to take a cab because there was never any parking in the part of town where I was headed. Plus, I knew I would be having a couple drinks and didn't want to do anything stupid.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the club surveying the scene. It certainly seemed a good place to meet women, especially fake blond women wearing tube tops with either short miniskirts or skin-tight pants. Still, I wasn't entirely confident in myself. It's never easy to get back into the game after you've been out of it for a while.
I got a drink then started to work the room. I approached a good number of women, bought some drinks and danced with a few of them but they always seemed to go immediately back to their girlfriends or somehow disregard me.
Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, I thought. I had been at the club for about an hour with nothing but thwarted attempts at conversation. I was beginning to feel that maybe it just wasn't my night and that I should just head home. It was when I started walking toward the door that I saw her.
She was a full-figured Latina of average height. I guessed her to be probably 5'5" and 135-145 pounds. Her incredibly curly hair hung just below her shoulders. She wore a dark red spaghetti strap tank top with a loose black skirt that hung just above her knees. A lot of guys I know would have said she was pretty nice for a girl her size. I just thought she was damn sexy. Just watching her move her hips was enough to put a little bulge in my pants. It wasn't a frenetic hip-shaking exercise. Rather, it was a steady swaying back and forth like the movement of a washer. She was with some girls that wore too much make-up. She was either much more subtle with it or was just so naturally beautiful that she didn't need it. I stood near the bar and watched her dance, her big round ass swaying back and forth as if she was trying to hypnotize me (or anyone else watching) with it. I couldn't just rush up and talk to her. I had to wait for the right moment to make my move. She turned facing me and her dark eyes met my own baby blues. I knew the time had come. I strode across the floor, seeing only her in that mass of bodies. Standing next to her, I swallowed hard and forced the words out of my mouth.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"No," she answered curtly, looking me up and down.
For a moment I felt deflated. Maybe I should have gone home.
"You can dance with me," she continued.
Her friends looked me over and must have decided that I was OK because they didn't whisk her away to the bathroom or to another part of the dance floor. We danced wordlessly. I wanted to say something but just didn't know how to form the words. It was like I had temporarily lost the ability to speak. I wanted to do more than say something. I wanted to kiss her or grab her ass but as long as I wasn't being pushed away, I was happy to remain there and dance with her. Sweat matted her curly bangs to her forehead and I was beginning to sweat too not merely from the dancing but also from just being near this supersexy Latina.
She turned and was dancing with her back toward me, reached back and placed my hands on her hips. It was a very simple thing but I was quite turned on by it. I just stared at her ass, thinking about how much I would love to spank it. I had become completely disinterested in dancing with any other woman in the club. I wanted her but did not know how to break the silence that had taken on a life of its own.
As it turned out, I didn't have to speak at all. We had danced together for probably thirty minutes when she motioned for me to bend down so she could tell me something.
"Do you want to get out of here?" she shouted over the loud drum and bass music.
"Yeah," I answered without hesitation.
She said goodbye to her friends and we walked together through all the sweaty bodies to the exit. I stood on the corner outside the club and flagged a cab. When we got in, she gave the driver her address. Then, in another simple but sexy gesture, she put her hand on my knee and her head on my shoulder.
"So..." I began.
Putting a finger to my lips, she said, "Shh."
I pulled her finger into my mouth and sucked on it. She didn't stop me and she moved her hand down my leg, from my knee to my thigh. She kissed my neck and moved her hand underneath my shirt, giving both of my nipples a little tug and a nibble on my ear. We didn't get any more involved than that in the cab but everything she did got my motor running that much faster. I wanted to take her right there in the back of the cab but satisfied myself with the necking and groping
We reached her apartment none too soon. I looked at the meter, threw some money over the seat and was led into Dream Woman's apartment. Once inside the door, she kissed me. It was not a long kiss but it was full of the passion for which Latin people are known. Taking my hand, she led me into the bedroom where she kissed me again then pushed me onto the bed. As I sat on the edge of the bed, she turned on some salsa music and began to dance. It was amazing to watch her. Her movements were so graceful and fluid and sexy.
She turned her back to me and bent low as she unfastened the straps of her shoes that wrapped around her ankles. Her shoes removed, she turned again to face me. Slowly she took off her tank top and discarded it carelessly to the floor. In her bellybutton was a ring that had a light blue stone in it. Still swaying, she lifted up her skirt just enough to give me a glimpse of her white panties which stood out in such contrast to her brown skin. I put my hand on my bulging crotch as I watched. This only seemed to get her going even more. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, now dancing in just her white satin bra and white cotton string bikini panties with purple flowers. I slipped my hand inside my pants as I enjoyed this fantastic strip tease.
In rhythm with the music, she went down to the floor and danced over to the bed where she knelt between my legs, removed my hand from my pants and sucked long and hard on my right index finger. After moving her hands up and down my thighs a couple times, she returned to where she had been dancing. She promptly removed her bra revealing her spectacular tits that must have been at least a 36C. She squeezed both of her hits, tilted them both upwards toward her mouth and took turns sucking on each of her already erect nipples. Finally she removed her panties and threw them to me. I held them to my nose and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. She put her right hand between her legs and continued to sway back and forth to the music.
