It was hot. It was the kind of hot that the air felt as
if you were bathing in soup. Thick beads
of sweat fell down my brow, down my neck, around my chest. A rhythmic beat mixed in with the oppressive
heat made it slightly more tolerable. I
was alone with my thoughts, which weren’t that deep. I felt my hips slowly roll, my head rock back
and forth, my thick hair occasionally clung to my sweat drenched skin.
The building was empty other than
me. It was a small room, with a bed in
the back. I was cleaning the floor with
a broom. I became freer with every hip
roll, my arms got into the dance. I
wasn’t dancing like no one was watching, I was dancing as if someone were
watching and I was performing.
Liberation.
The song switched. The guitar strummed the new tune’s first few
chords. They were slightly more intense
in their beat, a drum entered. My body
moved, my head snapped back and forth with my hair flying every which way. My back is to the door, when suddenly I feel
something collide with me, I am startled but not afraid. They are grinding their body into my
backside, their arms are locked with mine.
I drop the broom.
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak. I can't seem to stand on my own two feet Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind. A little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine. She touched my hand and what a chill I got.
My hands are shaky and my knees are weak. I can't seem to stand on my own two feet Well, please don't ask me what's on my mind. A little mixed up, but I'm feeling fine. She touched my hand and what a chill I got.
I see her fingers reach for mine, I
can feel her long hair meshed with mine, her breath is sweet. She thrusts her hips into mine and I break
free – I spin around to look into her eyes.
Piercing blue. We begin a cat and
mouse dance, two steps into each other, two steps away from each other. Daring each other with seductive
glances. She is dressed in shorts that
show off her beautifully tanned legs, her tank top is tight – accentuating her 34C
chest. She is tall – at least 5’9. She smiles at me. Her smile entices me, I motion with one
finger to come towards me as I playfully back away. She does not rush towards me, she prolongs
the tease, I love it. I can feel my
sweat gathering between my thighs now – it’s becoming stronger with every
motion, with every step she takes towards me.
We are like a mirror, our own
reflection – yet my hips go one way, hers go the other. We inch closer and her hands drop to the top
of her shorts. I can feel my breath
tighten, I desperately try to moisten my throat. The sweat pours down my neck and into my
cleavage. She gets closer, her hands
still on the top of her shorts, our eyes are locked – zoned in. We are going somewhere.
The music pulses. It is steady.
It thrusts. I am steadying my
breath with every step she takes closer to my aching body. Inches between us, I can hear her swallow –
she too is out of moisture. I cannot
take my eyes off her, though I can slightly see her fingers unlock her
shorts. I see the sweat pouring down her
face, her hair is wet with sweat from our dance. Her blue eyes leave mine and with a daring
glance, she lures my eyes downward. With
one simple twist, her shorts open, revealing beautiful purple laced
underwear. She shimmies down her shorts
with every thrust of the song and steps out of them. She steps even closer to me. My left arm reaches for her backside – come
in a little closer I am thinking.
She lets her long, perfect fingers
reach for the top of my frayed jeans that slide on like butter. Her smile has more than seduction, it has
warmth, and it has kindness. Once again,
her eyes tumbled down and my hazel eyes follow.
Gently, steadily, she undoes my jeans.
Her hands feel so good on my skin as she pushes my jeans down my legs –
my eyes follow her, all the way down. I
feel myself begin to lose control, my legs give off a slight tremble. She responds to my tremble and as she finds
her way back to my hips, she lets her fingers glide up the sides of my
legs. When she reaches my fingers, she
lets her fingers lock with mine. She
pulls me in. I can feel the wetness
between our thighs. She is, as I am, on
fire. Our lips purse and part. Our heads tilt and our lips meet. The other tango begins. Slow, sweet and hot.
Her lips are like a volcano when
that's hot…I'm all messed up My tongue gets tied when I try to speak…My
inside's shaking like a leaf on a tree...There's only one cure for this body of
mine…And that's to have that girl right here right now.
We don’t rush it. With every slide of the guitar, our lips
move. Our hips grind, our fingers
locked, our hair tangled together. Our
sweat combines. We find ourselves
tumbling backwards, towards the room.
While the music has silenced, we continue our dance and it will go on
for hours.
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