When he arrived, I was wearing a sexy black lace dress, which looked see-through, but there was a beige cloth stitched inside. I was wearing a nice thong and bra set that he'd get to see later.
"Damn, we may not even make it out," he stated as he surveyed my attire. "I like that dress."
"Thank you. So where are we going?" I asked.
"Y-bor."
"Nice," I replied. The area was cute, had sort of this old Spanish vibe from when the Cubans first arrived and settled in the city. There were plenty of shops, clubs, and restaurants to enjoy, even a nice park.
We ended up at this spot that served Mexican-inspired dishes. We sat at the table waiting for our food to arrive, and talked. As he told me about his job, he worked as an electrician. I took off my sandal and place my foot between his legs and circled his package with my toes.
He grinned. The server arrived with our food and placed everything down in front of us. His face was flushed red and I continued to massage his cock.
"Anything else?" the server asked.
"We're good," I responded. She walked away and finally removed my foot so he could eat. He shook his head, "Keep that same energy later on."
I laughed, "I will."
Afterward, we walked to a club that played Latin music. The beats thumped through the speakers loudly, couples danced to salsa. As we headed to the bar, some guys checked me out. Mario placed his hands on my hips and walked behind me. As I ordered drinks, he kissed the back of my neck, he paid for our drinks and we walked over to a table and sat.
We had a few drinks, his hand slipped under my dress and he squeezed my thigh, I looked into his sexy brown eyes and leaned in so close, our lips almost touched. I placed my nose into the crease of his neck and indulged in the scent of his cologne. He chuckled and then moaned when I bit his neck and later his earlobe.
His hand moved higher until he found my panties already damp. He strummed up and down and then in a circular motion. He was about to slip inside of my thong, but I reached for his hand and drug him out to the dance floor.
Reggaeton blasted through the speakers. Women gyrated on men, women danced on each other, some men and women stood and watched. I had my back to Mario with my ass pressed against his cock, while winding my hips. I felt his package grow as his right hand held my hip and he grinded on me from behind.
I felt his left hand ease up my thigh and stop. We were both full-on rum as we danced. I turned to him, his hands rested on my hips as I leaned in, our lips pressed together and my tongue found his. It was hot. I pulsated below and wanted to leave right then. He looked at me, licked his lips, and grinned, "Let's go."
When we got to my place, we were in my living room. He had this cocky look on his face and he said, "So."
I smiled, "So."
"You ready for this?" he asked. I looked at him, tilted my head, and chuckled. I was ready, it wasn't like we were about to go into battle. We were about to fuck and I was quite skilled at that. I nodded.
He smirked and stepped closer to me, placed his hand on the back of my head, pulled my hair gently, and tilted my head up. His lips drizzled kisses down my neck and he squeezed my left breast and pinched my nipple before putting it in his mouth.
He nibbled until I let out a slight cry from the sensation. My heart raced, I swallowed. For the first time, I felt a little timid. "Let's go to the bedroom." He commanded and slapped my left ass cheek.
I turned and started to walk, he followed close behind. Once inside my room, he removed his shirt, revealed his incredibly toned chest, with a lion tattoo covering the right side.
His abs went down in that perfect V towards his cock and my heart continued to thump against my chest. I undid my strap in front and peeled off my dress. My tits sat up nice and high in a red satin bra. I removed it and my thong until all my clothes were in a nice pile.
