14 February 2009
The fragrant scent of Indian sandalwood incense filled the room, rising up to the ceiling in billowing wisps of smoke. As he finished lighting the last of the candles, Diego looked up at the apartment's ceiling, hoping that the smoke wouldn't set off the fire alarm. The last thing he wanted was to have the landlord barging in on him and Carolina while they got intimate. He decided to relax, so he lay back on the bed.
"You almost ready," he asked.
"Yeah, almost," Carolina responded from the next roomed, "Just give me a minute to adjust my dance costume."
There was a brief pause, and Diego could make out the sounds of metallic ornaments jingling against each other as Carolina adjusted her Gypsy-style coin-bra and put on her belt and hip scarf.
"All right, I'm ready. You can start the CD now."
Diego could barely contain his excitement as he reached across the dresser and pressed 'play' on the CD player. As the disc started to spin, the rhythmic sounds of Nubian drumming started to fill the room, accompanied by clapping and the haunting cry of the ney flute. Diego leaned back on the bed, eagerly anticipating the erotic dance that was about to unfold before him. He could already feel himself getting hard.
Slowly, the tempo started to build. Carolina pulled back the beaded curtain and made a suitably dramatic entrance, clad in her dance costume. Heavily influenced by the American Tribal Fusion school, she wore a coin-bra which emphasized her small, but perky, breasts, and a red silk scarf draped across her wide hips. The Kuchi ornaments, cowry shells and other small trinkets which adorned her belt jingled as she suggestively swayed her hips to and fro, while the various pieces of jewelry she had collected over the years adorned her fingers, wrists and neck. A sweet smelling frangipani flower tucked behind her ear completed her look.
"Do you like it," she cooed seductively.
Carolina was a truly beautiful looking woman. With her dusky skin and sharp features, she could easily blend in anywhere from Bogotá to Bombay. Her short hair, naturally jet black, had been dyed a pleasant shade of red with henna. But her most identifying features were her numerous tattoos -- a serpent coiled around her upper arm, a black widow spider stretched across her abdomen, a scorpion on her shoulder, and numerous other designs. Not to mention her piercings.
"I like it... I like it a lot!"
As she came closer, Diego noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her belly dance costume. He could make out the sweet trace of her vagina through the thin fabric of her hip scarf. His cock stiffened at the sight of it.
As the tempo started to pick up, Carolina began moving through the motions of her usual dance routine. She shook her hips and moved her abdomen with wild abandon, loosing herself in the ecstatic grandeur of the dance. While she went through her routine, Diego pulled his already stiff cock out and started to gently stroke it. This was easily the hottest Valentine's Day gift he had ever received.
"Don't get too excited yet," she said, "I'd hate to see you waste your load before we even got started."
Diego laid back on the bed. Cast against the flickering light of what seemed like a thousand candles, Carolina's languid movements cast a seductively shadow across the room. As the beating of the drums slowly started to die down, Carolina brought her routine to an end with a graceful posture. She looked for all the world like a heavenly Apsara out of Khmer art come to life. She held her position for a moment, and then took a bow.
Carolina gracefully rose and began her next dance as the melodic sound of a classical Persian ghazal began playing from the disc. Slowly, she moved while moving her lips in synch with the lyrics. Carefully choreographed, she moved her hands, making the gestures and mudras born out millennia of classical Indian theatre. As she went through the movements of the dance, she felt as if she were in the Golden Age of Bollywood musicals. As the song finished, Carolina brought her act to a conclusion and once again took a bow.
"I've gotta get some props from my next act," she said enigmatically as she rushed back into the next room.
As she did so, the raspy sound of the pungi, a double-reeded flute from India, began to play. Diego remembered when she had bought that album, which claimed to be authentic music of the Sapera, the snake-charmer caste of India and Pakistan, so he had a pretty good idea of what her next dance routine would be.
Carolina returned, moving slowly and languorously, but very deliberately. She was carrying a red silk drawstring bag, which she set down on the floor beside her. As she slowly danced along to the exotic Indian melodies, Carolina bent over to get something out the bag, making sure that her boyfriend got a good look at her as she wiggled her tight ass in the air suggestively.
As she rose to her feet, Carolina picked up her pet python, struggling at first to lift the snake's massive weight. Slowly, Carolina resumed her dance, allowing the snake to wrap itself around her body. She twirled and continued dancing, sensually rubbing her hands up and down the serpent's scales. Her movements were fluid, sinuous, and almost reptilian in a way.
"You know," she whispered, "They say the serpent represents the original sin."
"Sounds good to me," he said, "I'd much rather give into temptation."
Carolina continued with her dance, shaking her hips and moving her abdomen with wild abandon. Then suddenly, the music began to grow louder and increase rapidly in tempo. Carolina kept shaking, but gradually brought herself to her knees, as if bowing before the bed. With both arms, she rose the python over her head, staring deeply into its dark eyes. Diego was fascinated by this new routine and sat up on the bed, eagerly watching in anticipation as she stared up at the reptile. The music frantically continued, but she didn't blink. The music kept playing, adding to the intensity of the moment.
Then suddenly, without warning, she popped the snake's entire head into her mouth, wrapping her warm, sensual lips against its cold scales. For one brief moment, she held the serpent in her mouth, then began move, slowly but purposefully, as she again rose to her feet. She kept the snake's head in her mouth as she stood, then popped it out and took a quick bow to her boyfriend once again. The snake remained wrapped around her shoulders.
Diego sat up on the bed, still shocked by her new routine. His jaw-nearly dropped in awe. And, needless to say, he was as hard as a rock by this point.
"That," said struggling for words, "was oddly erotic."
Carolina bent down as she returned the snake to its bag, tying the knot so that it couldn't escape while they got intimate.
"Glad you appreciated it," she said as she looked at her partner's erect member, which noticeably bulged out of his underwear, "I'd been working on that routine with some of the girls at the studio."
She slowly made her way toward the bed, suggestively swaying her hips from side to side with each word. She then crawled up onto the bed beside her boyfriend.
"You know," she said as she rubbed her hands over his chest, "It looks like you have a snake of your own in your pants for me to charm."
She rubbed her hands across his belly, gently sliding them down to his crotch, which she then grabbed in her hand.
