Cuba

The dinner tables had been cleared and the dance floor was moving into full swing. She took my hand and led the way without saying a word. The jazz was excellent, alternating rhythms between up-tempo and slow. Cuba was an excellent dancer; I did my best not to embarrass myself. As the music slowed, I pulled her close to me. Cuba slid a hand down my backside as we danced. My hands moved over her 36-26-37 body, feeling every curve on her backside. After many dances, I asked her if we could get another drink.

As we walked by my buddy I told him I'd find my own way home tonight. We grabbed a table near the windows and sat close on the bench. Cuba slipped a hand under the table and parked it on my inner thigh. She slowly ran her hand from my knee to my crotch. A cute young waitress stopped by the table. She and Cuba exchanged pleasantries before Cuba ordered for us. She knew everyone in the place. Although obvious what she was doing for me, she never moved her hand away when the waitress was there as most girls would. By now I was quite aroused by this Latin beauty and my erection was impossible to conceal under my linen slacks.

At this point, she hadn't actually stroked my cock, just the thought had me erect. "Ooh Rodger, apparently you liked dancing with me." She broke into a smile and we both laughed at her observation. The waitress returned with the drinks and we toasted to the evening. As we neared the bottom of the glasses, Cuba's hand began to stroke my cock through my linen slacks. She had a bit more urgency, applying just enough pressure to let me know we would be fucking before the night was through.

The band began to play a slow instrumental, Cuba whispered in my ear, "One dance, then let's catch a cab." This time I took her by the hand. We danced slow and close, she kept her thigh wedged between mine as we danced around the floor. We kissed for the first time. It was a slow, passionate kiss. My tongue danced on her soft lips before sliding between them. Her tongue played with mine as we moved to the rhythm. As the music wound down she broke our embrace and led me towards the door.