La Mexicana: ONS With A Beautiful Latina, Part Two

I gave her a wink and a quick hug, and exited the dance floor to grab the nearest chair, feeling like I needed a cold shower.

On the sidelines, I laughed and chatted. Once I calmed down, I took the opportunity to practice my new skills by dancing with more women.

As a new dancer, only a few months into learning Latin dancing, I love to get as many reps in as possible.

Just like with learning seduction skills: when I was new, I prioritized getting practice to improve my skills over anything else.

I’ll dance with anyone; older women, fat women, women I wouldn’t be sexually attracted to in a million years.

I started dance to meet new friends (not just women).

In addition to growing my social circle, bachata has become a passion that I’m obsessed with.

Standing at the bar, off to the side of the dance floor, I took a break to toast a few shots of tequila with my buddies.

I was telling a crude joke.

My compatriots roared with laughter as I built up to the punchline.

Back on the dance floor, Elena swayed past me.

When our eyes met, she winked seductively.

In the pulsing lights of the club, I could see how beautiful she was, her soft neck line, full lips, and big gray eyes were intoxicating.

I read the enticing wink as a big, bright green light.

Without even finishing my sentence, I walked onto the dance floor, holding eye contact with my new Latina love interest.

Elena was standing several paces away, but I could feel the heat rising between us.

Stepping close enough to kiss her, I pulled her sexy, curvaceous body close to mine, still holding eye contact, letting the heat between our bodies grow to a sizzle.

Elena leaned into me.

Her soft, full breasts rested on my chest, our hips swayed together rhythmically.

My body felt electrified.

My senses were flooded with the softness of her skin, the subtle, floral scent of her hair, her dazzling smile as we spun and swayed on the dance floor.

“You’re so strong….” she complimented, as I dipped her, bending her backwards, while keeping a firm hold on her lower back.

I winked and grinned slyly.

“…Oh, you like that?”

A sexy smile spread across her full lips.

On beat to the rhythm, I pulled her close.

“El es muy fuerte y guapo”, she leaned into my ear and repeated her flirtation, this type in Spanish.

At this point, it was obvious were this was going.

The way Elena was smiling at me, getting closer and closer as we danced, rolling her hips against the growing bulge in my skinny jeans.

“You’re very beautiful as well.”

I slowed down our dance to a sensual rocking. Her eyes held gentle connection with mine.

The rhythm of our bodies moving together was like the movement of sex.

She wanted me to fuck her.

“…so…where do you live?”, she asked innocently.

Jackpot.

“I live just west of downtown, in <my neighborhood> …do you know it?”

She wasn’t familiar.

“I can take you there,” I offered, “It’s pretty close by.”

“…well…” Elena hesitated, but I could tell it was an act.

She had been rolling her curvy hips and soft, round ass on my dick all night, every chance she got.

“Just come have a glass of champagne with me... We can hang out for a minute, then I’ll take you home”

I was offering her Plausible Deniability.

She wanted me and we both knew it, but you have to give women a story.

“…Ok, that sounds fun! Let me go say good bye to my friends"

“Cool, I’ll go get my car”

She smiled at me, and turned to tell her friends she was leaving.

Feeling like a king, I sauntered over to the bar to tell my buddies I was heading out.

It was almost 2 am, but my might was just beginning.

-Solitary Beast