Dancing in The Parking Lot

We danced all night. It was the best kind of escape from a busy week and the stressors of life. I felt like I was learning, like I could learn more with him. And since dance is one of the most important things in my life, it was an amazing feeling to have that connection. Especially with a guy who could dance like Lorenzo. He was smooth, passionate, connected and in the moment. In between songs we laughed and talked. And underneath the table, we touched. His knee against mine. His hand tapping my leg whenever he wanted my attention. I did the same, as well. The contact was something we hadn’t experienced before and I felt that wonderful drop in my stomach. Maybe this could be something?

My First Sex Video

I set my iPhone down on the hotel’s table and checked the angle of the camera. Just right. I had a clear view of the bed where I’d be fucking Armando in just a few short hours. I’d be upfront about it, of course. And I knew he wouldn’t mind. This was just something I needed to hold me over while he was away, a visual of the amazing times I’d had with him, a video of our time together that was all for me.

My heart did it’s racing thing. I had never recorded myself having sex and I wasn’t sure what to expect or how I’d feel about it. There was excitement to be sure. To actually watch him kiss me, caress me, fuck me. I wanted to take in his pleasure from this new angle, like a spectator looking in on our shared fantasy. Yes.

The Dance – Part 2

It almost felt surreal being there, that dressing room at the back of the club where Armando first kissed me and propelled the start of my journey into the vixen lifestyle. There was the wall he pressed me up against, tasting my lips and my tongue for the first time. The rush of memories and feelings sent my head spinning and my heart racing. Couple that with the built arousal from my dances with Rafael and there was no helping the ache I felt in my pussy. I needed to be touched.

The Dance – Part 1

I stood looking in the hotels full-length mirror, inspecting my dress for the evening’s outing. It was a tight, deep pink bodycon that hugged my curves and made me feel sexy. What’s more? I had elected to forgo panties for the evening. There was a certain element of illicitness to it. I smiled at myself, thinking about the press of bodies in the natural rhythms of the bachata. I had made this decision for one reason: to give Armando a farewell he’d remember before he left for his new job. I imagined a multitude of progressive things we might do, there at the club and then again at the hotel, afterwards. It would be a night for me to remember, as well. And how little I knew just how true that was…for unexpected reasons.