By the time we finally arrived at the hotel, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stand another ‘dance’ lesson. I was already so pent up, and I just wanted to have her.
But she disappeared soon after dinner and I knew there’d only be one place to find her.
All of the hotels seemed to have some disco or night time entertainment, and this one was no different. A much higher end resort, the disco was bigger, the music louder. I could hear it from much further away and the Cuban beat resounded in my heart and loins, drawing me to her.
The Havana night was warm with an edge of crispness to it, but as I rose up to the stairs to the dance floor, the warmth of all those bodies radiated out.
It was covered by a stone roof, held up by pillars all around, right next to a pool where some people watched and drank, a live band played to the other side, and then the beach and the ocean waters laid out ahead.
There was no way to beat such a beautiful view. It was all so perfect, and there amid the gyrating, dancing bodies, was her.
I was hypnotized by her, drawn towards her, step by step, across the dance floor. I weaved through the others, my steps becoming smooth dance moves, as I swayed and made my way towards her like a real suave player.
She smiled when she saw me. A wide, happy grin, before she dialed it back. Maybe she was worried I’d get the wrong idea or something. So instead she just looked a bit cocky as her hand went to my chest, her hips swaying in rhythm to the fast beat.
“You like this music?” she purred.
To be honest, I hadn’t given the music a moment’s notice. I was drawn to her, not a single other thing occupied my mind.
“Better than anything back home,” I retorted, the two of us falling into step together so naturally. It was uncanny how the two of us did that with such ease. Her hand in mine, my other palm grasping her hip, the two of us moving across the floor, dipping and swaying and… it was all so exquisite.
Things were easy with her. Conversation, dancing, just being around her seemed so natural and normal. Which was strange to me, but so welcome.
She smiled at my response, her hand flirty along my chest and shoulder, just feeling me out. I was glad I’d kept in shape all these years. Some guys let themselves go, but I had to keep trim. Wasn’t an option.
Isabel leaned up on tippy toes, pressing her large breasts into me.
“Does it make you hot?” she asked.
“Only two things on this island make me hot,” I replied, looking her over pointedly, ogling her in that stunning dress. “You and the Cuban sun,” I said, giving her no time after that before I took her hand and spun her around, letting her dress skirts spin out with a wide flair before she spun away, then I tugged her back in for another dizzying twirl.
I couldn’t help but grin at her then as she was back, pressed into my chest once more. And more than that, able to feel the proof of how hot she made me below.
She giggled again, seeming so thrilled with my flirtation.
I still had it.
She leaned in, and I could tell she was breathless as she panted against me, her pretty lips parted. And then they were pressed against my throat, hot and wanting.
It was lewd and public; right there in the center of the dance floor! But I returned her affection, let my two strong hands feel up her sides, kissed at her shoulder and neck, nibbled at her ear in return, felt her beautiful, black hair against my cheek.
“You’re ravishing,” I said, my voice an unintentional growl with how high my desire had been provoked.
I didn’t know if anyone was staring at us, but I could feel all eyes upon us. Whether that was just my ego or reality speaking, I didn’t care to find out. Not when she tasted so sweet.
Her fingers went down along my hips, teasing lower and lower as she ground in against me. We were getting carried away, but never for a second did I think about stopping.
Only the cool ocean breeze was there to stymie the rising heat around us and between us, but it wasn't nearly enough.
I ran one hand up her spine, through h
er thick, black hair and savoured its rich feel. All the while my lips moved to hers, finding our mouths interlocked and we kissed deeply there, shameless among the whole crowd of vacationers and locals.
She pushed into me, arms wrapping around my neck, as wild passion overtook her. Her body gyrated against mine, and I knew now was the time to take her. She was desperate for me, and the way she moaned into my mouth told me more than anything she could have said.
When she broke away, I took her hand, and we wound our way through the crowd back towards the exit. Though even then she couldn’t resist reaching out, touching my ass as I led the way.
I certainly didn’t mind, and just led her on towards my room undaunted.