I sat at my regular table recovering from the last dance and watching the couples close in front of me. This was the "Dancer's Corner" and the top notch dancers hung out here. There was always a great couple to watch and admire for those of us sitting on the sidelines. The song ended and dancers dispersed from the floor to find their next partner. I could see Maria making her way through the crowd toward me. She was looking straight at me. She was one of my "regulars" and I was glad to see her.
I had met Maria at a series of advanced salsa lessons we taking at a small dance studio. We found an instant dance connection between us. I had seen her at the clubs before but had never danced with her. She always seemed to be on the dance floor and I never could find the opportunity to approach her. Now that she knew who I was, she would find me and ask me to dance. It isn't often that you find women willing to ask men to dance in the clubs but I guess it was her way to make sure she got good dance partners and didn't have to suffer with beginners or guys trying to hit on her.
Maria is young and stunningly beautiful . . . at least to me. She has black hair, parted down the middle, stopping just at her shoulders framing a face whose ethnicity I can never quite place. Asian, Eurasian, Southeast Asian, I'm not quite sure . . . I'm not good at pegging ethnicity. Whatever she is, she is definitely sexy. When she looks at me her oval eyes, full lips and olive skin just suck me in to her. When we are dancing nothing else exists except me, her, and the music. She is a couple of inches shorter than me and has a nice figure. She is usually wearing fashionable but not-to-revealing clothes and usually black so it is hard to see anything in the dim light of the clubs. Not so tonight . . .
Maria was wearing black alright but this time is was a shear form fitting dress with a skirt that flowed to her knees and a top that scooped low enough to see a good deal of cleavage for once. The clingy fabric revealed the curves of her full breasts and the nubs of her nipples. It was snug but not so much that her breasts didn't have some room to move a little. She grabbed my hand as I stood up to meet her.
"Thank god you're here! I've had a shitty day and need to let loose," she said as she pulled me onto the dance floor.
She's a white wine drinker and it seemed like she had had a couple of drinks already. This was the first song of the night for the band and the first song is usually a long one so they can warm up and get in sync with each other. The crowd was fairly light giving us the room we needed to execute our patterns without worrying about the couples next to us. As we danced she looked into my eyes sometimes momentarily closing hers as she took in the music. For me though I had my hand on the skin of her back and her full swaying breasts in front of me for the first time. She was really looking sexy and I was beginning to get a bit of a semi hard on as we danced. Then Maria misinterpreted a lead or I just didn't give a clear enough signal and she spun around ending in a wrap. My right arm wrapped around her waist and her back pressed up again me. Her ass, in that clingy dress, pressed up against me too. She must have felt my dick as she swayed for a measure or two and then spun out again. The song went on for a short time and when it ended Maria finished with a flourish wrapping her right leg around my left leg, her body pressed against me and my hard dick between us.
"C'mon - I need to show you something," she said as we walked off the dance floor.
We made our way out through the lobby and then the courtyard of the club and onto the street parking. It was an industrial area with no traffic at night except for the club patrons. We walked briskly up the street in the balmy summer night, turned left until we came to what I recognized was her car. Cars were parked nose into the curb and as we got between her car and a large SUV she turned, put her hand on my chest, and pushed me up against the car. Her other hand went down to my crotch.
