After Christmas, all a girl wants to do is lose a little weight. Ken told me he had the perfect solution – Salsa! I'd always put salsa with guacamole for those Mexican times, but he told me there was a better type of salsa and that he'd take me.
Salsa, it turns out is a South American dance style. A very sexy, very close dance style that is danced by lovers, or those hoping to be lovers.
The class Ken took me to was on the edge of an industrial estate in the most unsexy location I’ve ever seen. The room was small and well-lit and the teachers weren't wearing the nice salsa outfits promised on the brochure!!
Ken had been before and took me onto the floor for the lesson, he danced up close, pressing his body into mine to make me move the way he wanted. In dance, the male leads, which is just the way I like them! He held me close to him and breathed each instruction in my ear as we danced across the floor. He let go and span me round, catching me again with a hand on my waist. Even though I trod on his toes a few times, he kept going. I could feel his hard body as he urged me in each direction. After a while it wasn't just his strong body I could feel, there was something else getting harder by the minute. He span me round so that he could nestle his erection in the crack of my ass and sway me in time to the music, then he released me and span me off again and pulled me back close to him so that his cock sat between my thighs.
At that point the teacher called a break and everyone broke off to get drinks. Ken decided we needed a toilet break and took me off. When we got to the toilet, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely, probing his tongue in and out of my mouth. I pulled him into the ladies and into the disabled cubicle. As I closed the door I undid his trousers and went down on my knees, admiring the impressive mountain of flesh before me. I kissed the tip of his cock and he flexed his hips slightly, pushing it further into my mouth. As I sucked him I massaged his balls and slid my fingers round to his ass. I held him as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth, gaining urgency with every thrust.
I got up, slipped my jeans off and leant over the toilet, holding onto the cistern for support. He came behind me and inserted his cock in one motion, right to the hilt. I nearly screamed, but I heard someone else come in the room, so I had to bite down on my own tongue. Ken lifted me feet off the ground and held them as he thrust in and out, getting faster and harder as he got closer to climax. He hooked my heels in his belt loops and pulled my hair as his hand slid round to my clit. He stroked my clit in time with his own thrusts and as I heard the toilet flush in the next cubicle I groaned as my body shook beneath me.
Luckily Ken's jeans had good belt loops because he carried on thrusting in and out. He put a hand on my face and stuck two fingers in my mouth for me to suck. As I gently bit his fingers I felt his thrusts speed up and become less organised. As he thrust into me hard for the final time, he leant over and groaned in my ear and I felt him shoot into me.
We went back to class looking a little flushed. For the rest of the class it was much easier to concentrate and Ken promised to show me some of the more tricky moves in the privacy of my own home…later…with a bottle of wine.
Vicky x
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