Within this group, I immediately recognized a handsome guy whom I had met the day before at the hotel. Yes, it was our French receptionist who was now dancing with this pretty Cuban. He looked like he really knew what he was doing. His pelvis moved to the rhythm of the percussion, he swayed with such flexibility that I was not at all indifferent. On the contrary, it really excited me. He guided his dance partner with great skill and complicity and exuded such sensuality that he seemed to be listening to the body of the other. To be frank with you, at that moment, the mad desire to be his "salsera" crossed me intensely up and down and even more up and down. His movements of the pelvis were of perfect fluidity, of incomparable sensuality. Our eyes met and a not very innocent smile appeared on my lips.
Oh dear, what a jug, I got spotted by the kid, no doubt about it! Taken aback by this young patrolman and falsely sheepish, I piqued my makeup as I had to, a little ashamed I suppose in my heart of hearts to have laid my gaze on a man who was probably ten years younger than me. If not maybe more. To hell with avarice, after all, in love it does not exist!
In the food truck queue, it was finally time to pick up my churros, that was good, I was starving.
“Cinquento pesos por favor,” the young woman in the food truck asked me.
I really didn't have time to open my wallet, since a soft male voice behind me was already whispering “Invito yo” in my ear. My legs went numb all of a sudden, a big shiver suddenly went through my whole body, no sound came out of my mouth. There was probably an emergency since he abruptly dragged me out of line to the middle of the dance floor. One hand on his shoulder, the other holding my cone of churros and that's how I took my first steps towards an accelerated learning of salsa.
The songs followed one another without my realizing it. Our bodies swayed, touched and reveled in each other. His hands took hold of my hips, and as my body did not shrink, quite the contrary, he accentuated the pressures and mischievously slid his thighs inside mine. The tip of my breasts were soon heralds of mad desires of all kinds, I felt rising in both of us an unknown fever. How good it was to play this unpredictable dance with him! His hands were wandering and our faces brushed without touching. Our mouths fled to better meet over the music.
It was almost midnight when he whispered in my ear: “kiss me” . I approached smiling, I brushed his lips and nothing more... Determined to deny him the pleasure he was asking for without saying so, I kept the tension at its peak, the first warning signs for sure. a much warmer eroticism to come. The young man made me feel his frustration by hugging me even tighter against him. My blood did a turn before I answered him "come on, we're leaving" . He didn't need to be asked and we left our dancing paradise without too many regrets.