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Though what was better than that, was the fact that her hands went to my hips.

“Not like that, here,” she said, making my hips swivel in a certain way, but it seemed awful close to what I was already doing. I wondered if it was just an excuse.

“Who am I to argue with the finer points of dancing from such a talented instructor?” I said with an uneven smile of my own. Then I did a brazen thing and reached out, putting my own hands upon her ample hips and began to move with her.

The two of our bodies moving in the black light, leaving her dark curves so beautifully accentuated.

Everything was a bit hotter in Cuba. The weather, the girls, the music, and especially the dancing. There was something so sensual about the way she moved into me, her lithe legs shown off beneath her fluid skirt.

“You’re pretty good,” she said with a laugh, still somewhat guiding me.

“Oh, I’m just following you and the others,” I responded, the two of us moving so rhythmically together. “I’ll need some intensive, one-on-one training to get really good with this and lead,” I said with a cheeky smile that did little to hide my true intentions.

I was on vacation, I’ll be damned if I was going to pussy foot around this!

After all, I was never going to see her again. Maybe that was part of the appeal. My wife had been my high school sweetheart, and I’d never dated around much. This was the perfect chance.

Her hand went to mine, tickling my skin with an electric buzz as she ran up my ring finger on my left hand, as if checking for a ring.

She found nothing there any longer, and I could see the smile that brought to her lips. In reward, I brought us in closer to one another, stepping in and placing my arm about her lower back to tug her tighter towards me.

“After this I must be allowed to buy you a drink. Or all the drinks,” I said with a cocky smile, feeling more sure of myself than I had in a very long time. Something about the island, the jungle, the club and her, most importantly. It brought out some of my brazen spirit.

The part of me I’d thought was locked away for ever.

“I’d like that,” she said in response, her hips circling and her legs rubbing along mine seductively. It was all so sensual, the way she danced, the way her body felt against mine. It was terrific and freeing, all the stress dripping from my body as I enjoyed her form.

Those soft, sensual curves of hers, pressed up against my hard, lean form, it was such a delightful mix. That masculine on feminine feel, and my confidence grew. I spun her about and then we locked at the hips again, only now I pressed into her sumptuous ass cheeks, felt their supple flesh as we danced, my hands upon her hips.

I hadn’t fully thought things through, I’ll confess, because I felt a jump in my cock below, unable to help how excited I got feeling her hot flesh to mine.

“Good,” I said, as if none of the intervening actions had interrupted our conversation. “I would’ve been so sad if I didn’t get the chance to treat a beautiful woman such as yourself at least once while I’m here.”

She had to have noticed. Not to brag, but I was a big enough guy that a girl would notice if I was getting half a hard-on.

When she ground back into it, I knew for a fact that she did. She was egging me on, daring me to take it another step further.

“You say that to all the locals?” she laughed.

I bit my lower lip for a second, feeling even more blood run away from my head to my groin, my manhood swelling even further as we ground our bodies together.

“What other locals?” I said, and it was in jest, but truth be told I hadn’t so much as done more than glance at the other locals, I was so smitten with her. She’d had my attention from that first touch, and it’d never wavered.

She let out the nicest little giggle, grinding her full ass onto my quickly stiffening cock before she pulled away slightly. I’d lost track of how long we’d been dancing, but she had a slight flush to her, and it was hard to tell if it was the dance or the throbbing in my pants that had really done her in.

I hoped it was the latter.

“I must rest, we have an early morning tomorrow,” she said, and I couldn’t help but be disappointed. I was certain—

She leaned in towards me once more, whispering, “Tomorrow night, we will be in a nicer place. I will teach you more then.”

I didn’t bother hiding the feral grin upon my face, but as I pulled away I gave a brush of my lips along her cheek and squeezed her ample hips.

“I can hardly wait,” I said, looking into her impishly twinkling eyes with my own steady gaze. “It’ll be a dance to remember, I’m sure.”

The next day was agony. I was trying to relax and enjoy my vacation, but I couldn’t help but keep looking at her. I was distracted from the beauty of the forests, of the wonderful hike through the jungle.

Though she did stick close to me through most of it, and even though we didn’t speak a lot, her presence and the soft brushes of her skin against mine was enough to make me wish I could just take her, then and there. It was a hard thing to resist.