I went to a party with a friend one night, given by one of his co workers. A group of teachers and educators, and they knew how to party. Margaritas in the blender, Latin jazz on the stereo, laughter and fun. Most all were couples, married or long time relationships. I was mixing, drinking, feeling the mood, the music was massaging my soul and settling in to my hips. I was introduced to a couple, Paul and Cheli. We talked a bit about weather, work and the usual crap. I found Paul to be a bore, he wasn’t interested in having a good time at all. He just went on about teachers being under paid and, the music was boring and how he was missing a ball game on TV. Cheli looked me in the eye and I saw a spark, a twinkle as she rolled her eyes and winked. Later I saw her alone standing next to the wall. “Hi, where is your husband? I asked. “Oh is up stairs watching the ball game.” she responded. I said, “do you want to dance?”
“I’m married,” was her response. “I know, I didn’t ask you to have sex with me, just a dance” I said, as I picked up her hand and gently led her toward the open floor. The first song was a fast rock song. We danced not touching, just moving to the beat. The next song was slow and Cheli started to walk away. “Hold on Darlin” I said as I picked up her hand again. “I didn’t ask for sex, just a dance, remember?” I pulled her next to me and began a slow Cha Cha. Cheli melted in my arms. She moved with me and against in sensual rhythm with the music. I could feel the heat from her body. Her eyes locked with mine, she smile and her lovely eyes sparkled. We talked after the dance and danced again. We drank and flirted. Cheli asked for a business card when she learned I was involved in residential construction and knew some contractors that could help her with some electrical problems. All too soon Paul reappeared and they soon left, all too soon. A couple of days later I turned on my cell phone and found overnight a message had been left. I went to voice mail and pushed the number one. A female voice said “I didn’t ask you to have sex with me, just a dance. Do you want to dance?” That was all the message said. I puzzled for a bit, I knew who it probably was but what the hell was that? Then I woke up. Stupid! Check the number of the phone on incoming calls. There was a number, this had to be HER number. Oh my god she called me! I started to call back, my hands trembled, I got really nervous. “What do I say, maybe I misunderstood, maybe she is just flirting, Oh My God!” I waited, listened to the message several times over. Thinking, listening to every word, every phrase, every inflection in her voice. Yes, she said exactly what I thought, no way around it. Okay. I composed myself and pushed “return call” on the cell phone. The phone rang several times and a female voice said ”hello?” I inhaled, “calm” I thought. “Hello, Cheli?” “Yes” “This is Gary, I’m returning your call, Id love to dance with you again Darlin, just say when.” “Oh, Hi, yes, I enjoyed our dance. I feel like a fool leaving that message, but.....” I said, “would you like to meet and have lunch, or coffee” “Yes, that would be nice.” her reply. “ Tomorrow? There is a Beans and Brew on 1400 South just off State Street, is that convenient?” She replied, “That would be great, say at 1:00. “We can talk about the electrical wiring problem in my house,” she stammered quickly.“ “Okay see ya.” I said “goodbye.” I could tell she was possibly more nervous than I was. That confirms my suspicion though, “she actually called ME! incredible” I thought. Next day at 1:00 I was there. I sat in my truck a bit looking around and saw a white SUV pull in and pause. I saw Cheli behind the wheel so I got out of my truck and waved. The SUV then pulled into a parking spot. Cheli got out and walked toward me. She was lovely, maybe 5'5", slender but with nice hips, she had shoulder length dark brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail. She was pretty but had a way of looking goofy at times with a smile that could dazzle you. She wore a white skirt, hemmed at the knee, it showed off her nice shapely legs. And a scoop necked blouse. She looked enchanting, the wife next door out shopping. We were both nervous, so I reached for her hand and held it as we said our hellos and walked into the coffee shop. We ordered and talked about the party and the people we knew both knew and such. Our coffee came and we sipped and continued our conversation. We both began to feel at ease and began to flirt and tease a bit. “I have never done anything like this before,” Cheli blurted out, “but the way you , the way we ..I mean when we danced, we.., it was so.. Oh shit I don’t know, I love to dance and Paul never wants too. Dancing with you was so romantic. They say if you are a good dancer you are a good lover, I mean we danced together so romantic, shit nothing I’m saying makes sense does it” I smiled and took her hand in mine “you are making perfect sense Darlin, I felt it too. I was so pleasantly surprised when you left me a message, but if you had not called me, I would have perused you, I would have found you. I felt the same thing when we danced.” We were staring into each others eyes and holding hands. Suddenly we both became very aware of our surrounding and became nervous again. “I live not to far from here, we can be at my apartment in a few minutes” I said. “Okay, should I leave my car here?” she asked. “That might be best” I replied. She climbed in my truck and we drove I played a CD to cover our nervousness, we would not need to talk. I pulled in to the garage and closed the overhead door with the remote. We went in and I turned on the stereo with some Latin music. I turned and asked “dance?” Cheli came into my arms we moved and swayed a bit and she said “I want to have sex not just a dance” she said suddenly. I led her away into the bed room. Cheli said “I can’t believe I said that.” I covered her mouth with mine. We kissed a passionately deep kiss. I held her to me, my pelvis pushing against hers. My erection growing between us. I held her full round ass in my hands and pushed my swelling manhood against her. She held my ass and ground against me, heat began to rise in both our groins. I reached to unbutton her blouse and she stopped me. “May I use your bath room?” she asked, “I always have to pee when I’m nervous.” “Certainly.” She went in the other room, I stripped and climbed in bed. She came back from the bath naked and quickly got in bed. I drew the covers down and looked at her. “You are very lovely, beautiful” I said. “No, my breasts are way too small. Paul thinks I should get implants” she said. I said “no, no, no, never you are beautiful just as you are, and first rule, no mention of him, please, he doesn’t exist in this world, okay?” “Alright, you are right, he doesn’t exist.” Cheli did have very small but very beautiful breasts, with incredible nipples. Her skin was soft and creamy white, her pubic hair dark and full at her mons. She had a bikini trim, but full pubic bush. Her legs were strong and shapely, her waist slim but with full hips, the hips of a woman. She relaxed under my gaze and I gently touched and caressed her with my finger tips. My cock began to rise and she took it in her hand and gently squeezed it, pumping life blood into it. We began to kiss again our tongues teasing each other, dueling in their moist hiding places. My hand went to her lovely breast and found her nipple rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. “Careful” she said, “ my nipples are very sensitive, very.” “Wonderful” I said and took a delicious morsel between my lips and began to gently suck. I looked up to see her with her head back, eyes closed a very blissful smile on her pretty face. I trailed my hand across her body from her other breast to her mons venus. I gently touched and stroked her with finger tips and stroked her flesh with my palm. She sighed and parted her thighs. I teased her flesh gently so gently. My fingers stroking her thighs, abdomen and pubic area. Cheli’s arousal increased, her scent began to rise. I knew I would not be able to resist her much longer. Her hand went to my fully erect cock, she sighed and moaned low as she took me hand and began to explore me. I opened her lips with my fingers, she raised her knees and arched her back, raising her hips, fully exposing herself for me. My finger slipped in easily. She was wet with anticipation. Her cachet poured out with her moisture as I explored her depths. She smelled wonderful, I had to taste her, I had too. I climbed over her covering her with my body. Cheli opened for me, we melted together. I slowly slid down her body covering her skin with soft sucking kisses as I went. I kept my flesh in contact with her pubic mound, her bush caressing me as I moved ever downward. My face reached her navel, her mons just below my chin, the wonderful lustful heady aroma of a sexually aroused woman filled my nostrils. I kissed and sucked the flesh around her navel and slowly ever so slowly moved lower and lower seeking Cheli’s feminine center. I lowered myself, my face between her strong thighs her bush before my nose. I parted her pubic hair with my nose and my tongue darted in for a sample of her nectar. Cheli moaned softly and raised her pelvis to me. I need no encouragement. She placed her hands on my head and stroked my hair and cheeks. “Yes, yes” she sighed, and spread herself wider. I licked her from near her anus to her navel, she moaned and gently pushed my head down toward her open labia. Her juices were flowing, she was moist and open, eager, ready. I stopped and gazes at her vagina, open in full bloom, a beautiful flower ready to be enjoyed. I inhaled deeply and whispered “ Cheli you are beautiful.” She raised herself to me and sighed “Yes.” I could resist no longer. I was intoxicated on this lovely woman, drunk on her scent and delirious with the sight of her so close so open so accessible. I covered her with my mouth and slid my tongue deep inside her. I fed on her womanhood, feasted on her femininity, drank her nectar, gave her orgasm on orgasm. Cheli held my head against her, she moaned and bucked, she sighed and cried out, she pulled my hair and cursed. She pulled my face away from her and looked me deep in the eyes. “Fuck me, fuck me now,” she commanded. I rased my face to hers, kissed her deeply. She kissed and licked and sucked her juices from my face and mouth. My engorged cock slid easily deep insider her. Her strong legs wrapped around me and drew me to her. I raised myself on my arms and gazed at her, this beautiful woman that had just danced into my life. I was filled with hunger for her, I longed to hear her moan, watch her face and breast flush with orgasm. I rocked my hips slowly enjoying the feeling of being inside her. Her vagina held me, gripped me like a moist gloved hand working me, milking me. She moaned and began to orgasm. I began to thrust deeper and harder. Cheli responded working with me as she climaxed hard and long. She recovered and said “let me on top.” I rolled off and she straddle me, reached between her thighs grabbing my cock dripping with her nectar and slid me inside her. She sat for a moment, a naughty smile on her pretty face. She leaned down and fed me one delicious nipple then the other. Her nipples had become incredible erect, maybe three fourths of an inch long. Her areola was small so her elongated nipple was accentuate. It was wonderful. I sucked softly, worshiping her femininity her texture and taste filling my mouth. Cheli began to rock her hips, my cock in deep against her abdominal wall. She began to wail as she fucked harder. My cock must have been raking her G-spot as she came again and again. Her face glowed in orgasmic beauty, she became a goddess fulfilled, her power radiating, the room filed with her aura. She rode me as she pleased, taking her pleasure as she needed, hard, fast, deep, easy, slow, just as Cheli needed, all for her. She fell forward on to her hands arms extended and breathed deeply holding herself up. I rolled her over and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor, her ass just at the mattress edge. I thrust in hard and powerfully, my cock going up into her deeply. Cheli began to cry out with each thrust. Then a deep animal wail rose in her throat. Her breasts and throat turned deep crimson red. “No, no more, I can’t stand any more. It feels too good, too much.” She melted back into the mattress. I dropped to my knees and licked her juices from her thighs. She lay there as if asleep but emitted a weak moan. In a few minutes she recovered, reawaken by the gentle tongue bath I was giving her. She sat up and I climbed in bed with her. She looked at me longingly and said “P...I mean, uh.. HE won’t ever do that, I love it, I mean I really, oh shit shut up Cheli” I kissed her passionately, and said “that was one of the most enjoyable moments of my life.” Cheli said, “I’m so sorry but I have to go pee, again.” She left the room for a short time. She returned with a wash cloth in hand. She pushed me back and said ”my turn.” She washed me off, wiping away the remains of our first round of sex. This lovely woman had lust in her eye as she grasp my manhood and began to fondle me. With a skilled hand she had me fully erect and throbbing in seconds. She pulled her hair back and tickled my glans with her tongue. She teased, taunted, and tantalized me for several minutes. My back was arching, my cock ready to explode. Skillfully she brought me to the brink and then would squeeze my cock and press on my prostrate and let me calm. She covered me with her mouth, engulfing me to the base, her tongue twirling around, her throat restricting around me. I felt incredible! She sucked just the glans as she stroked me with her hand. Then plunged her mouth down around me again, again.
I could take no more. “I’m cumming, I cumming” I said. Cheli looked me in the eye and smiled, “I know” she took the tip back between her pretty lips ans sucked. I went off, I exploded, I came with a rush. Cheli drank me down, inhaled me completely. Spent, I collapsed weak, satisfied totally. Cheli got up and went to the bath. I heard the shower running. She came back to me and said, would you like to shower with me? “Yes,” I said as I summoned the strength to rise. She was already under the water when I got in the room. “I don’t want to get my hair wet, that’s all I ask” she said as I entered the enclosure. We held each other, bathed, washed, soaped and massaged each other under the warm water. We became familiar with each other. The nervousness disappeared, the tension left, but not the lust. We explored the lust and passion, the dance when ever we could. We came to know each other intimately, but the lust and passion for the dance never left us.