I was thrilled. I never drank so much and felt so good. It usually ended up with me throwing up or passing out, but not this time. I was dancing to the beat of the latino music, reggaeton, salsa and bachata. Sweaty bodies brushed me and they were so close but I didn't care. I didn't have a partner, but I didn't need one, I enjoyed myself way too much.
Now that was a sexy combo for club music. I felt like I owned the dance floor. I've completely forgotten about my friends. Lost them in the crowd somewhere. Well, not just them, I was in my own world where I was the center of attention and I was feeling myself. Everything was blurry.
Until I saw blue.
It pulled me into the depth and I was drowning in an ocean. Sounds cliche, right?
I stopped breating for a moment when I noticed a hot stranger who owned that eyes.
Woah!
I can't belive such a hot guy approached me. I guess confidence really is sexy.
Fake it till you make it.
"You look incredible," he whispered into my ear and I blushed. I felt little tingles where I felt his breath.
Mint.
Finally a guy with a good oral hygiene. I apprechiate that.
"Thank you."
"What is your name" I couldn't understand with music being so loud.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" he shrugges it off.
"Doesn't matter", that much I understood. He offered me his hand and I accepted it.
He pulled me in and we started dancing bachata.
We were so close. I only took a months class and was scared to continue because it was such an intimate dance.
And I was scared of intimacy.
But I craved it.
It was so hot how I did everything he wanted. He swirled me, touched me, pulled me in, then pulled me out and I was lost. Lost in this new sensation and lost in his touch.
I didn't know where was I, what was my name and what I was doing. He was guiding me and my body listened. He was my leader and I liked it.
I would call myself control freak, but, oh, how good it was to let go.
"You are such a good dancer" I felt shivers down my spine. His voice was so sexy. All of him was completely delicious. With that ashy brown hair, a five o'clock shadow, strong and defined jaw.
Oh, man!
I wanted to jump him so bad.
And I think I just might have the courage tonight.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but I swear his touch sobered me up. I think I never felt something so intensly and I don't know if I could feel that while drunk.
"I'm really not. You are perfect", i said and he smiled at me. My legs would give out if he did it again. My panties were so wet I could probably drain them.
"Fuck me!"
What was that?
Fuck!
Did I just do it? Did I just said that to him?
In front of all these people who were in their own worlds but still.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
"I thought you'd never ask", I heared him say when the music stopped for a moment. I felt his hand grabing mine and he took me through the crowd. I was shivering. In anticipatin, fear and passion.
