The Dance of the Virgin (2)

In between dirty dancing with horny strangers (male and female), bottles of beer and totally unpublishable behavior on the dance floor, I had made a meaningful connection with a gorgeous twenty-three year-old Mexican burrito, Alex.

Alex was around 5'8ish, lean built, and moreno. He had a chiseled nose and a perfect set of teeth. His eyes, black. His hair, cropped and messed up. He wore a white plain shirt underneath his loose black hoodie, jeans and a pair of old sneakers. I first saw him as I was downing my fourth bottle of Bud Light - I was standing by the bar. He passed by me, took a quick glance and smiled. From that moment, I knew that smile would get us somewhere. I took a swig.

I saw him make his way through the dance floor by himself. He started swaying to the beat of the music. I saw his arms move and then his thighs groove. I watched his every single step. He looked my way and smiled again but, this time, he signalled me to come over and dance with him. With the bottle of beer in my right hand, I took a few quick steps to where he was at.

"Hi..."
"Who are you with?"
"No one... and yourself?"
"No one."
"Alex..."
"Tristan."

The next thing I knew his hands were on my ass - pulling me closer. He really smelled nice - something that turned me on instantly. Until now, I am still trying to figure out his perfume. I felt my dickie move.

We started to dance to the music - his hands all over my very sexy body. Haha. I pulled away - I was still not-too-keen on dirty dancing with total strangers. Fact is, I was just a tease. He pulled me back. He turned me around and danced behind me, his hands slowly making their way to my crotch. I felt warm all over. He started pumping. I felt something hard poking me from behind. I giggled.

"Hey..."
"Why?"
"Oooh, you're so bad..."
"You like it?"

I pulled away to face him and smiled. He took my hand and guided it on top of whatever it was that was poking my behind. I felt a quick jolt of electricity run through my entire body. The next thing I knew, my hand was being guided inside his pants. I felt my hand slip through a garter. Beyond that was his throbbing cock - and boy, was it throbbing! I let out a nervous-oh-my-gawd-I'm-so-dirty-kind-of-laugh. I felt so dirty.

"So you like it?"

I was unable to answer. He laughed. I pulled out my hand and we danced again - him behind me - our bodies moving as one on the dance floor. He took the bottle of beer from my hand and took a gulp from it.

"Puta, feeling close..."
"Hey, you wanna get out of here?"
"Crazy... it's too early!"

But truth was, there was something bothering me.

"You wanna get something to drink?"
"Sure. Let's go."

Yes, we drank a few more rounds and danced the night away. He was most definitely my night's perfect dancing partner - hot, sweaty and horny. He was a good catch but something Alex had bothered me so much that it actually made me uncomfortable.

He was a ten-ish and it scared the shit out of me. Who would have thought, right?

That night, even if I had skipped Mexico, I never went home a zero.

"Hello? Ako pa, ang ganda ko!"


to be continued.