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itting at a bar, having a glass of white wine all by myself, I listen to the music. I see people I know. We exchange greetings, but nothing else. I just want to be alone tonight. Wearing a light summer dress, powder blue with tiny straps, I can feel the heat and humidity on my skin. My hair is pinned up, with a few strands falling out of place here and there.
I love coming to this bar. I know everybody. The staff is like family to me. I love listening to music and dance to it. It's a way for me to express my emotions, depending on the rhythm. It's small, but nice and cozy.
I use to be a professional dancer. Had to quit 'cause of a knee injury. But I still dance. It is part of who I am. Sometimes I see people on the dance floor who are trying to salsa, or do any other dance, but are having difficulties doing it. So I approach them, and I try to teach them how it is done. I love making people around me happy. But why is it so hard for me to be happy? All I want is to meet Mr. Right, fall in love and live happily ever after.
Taking a sip of wine, I suddenly feel like somebody is watching me. I look around, but see no one staring at me. Strange, I go back to my thoughts and to my wine. Then the bartender brings me another glass of wine. Surprised, I look at him, and tell him that he made a mistake. But he winks at me and says "No mistake"; somebody wanted me to have this but wants to remain anonymous. So knowing the bartender pretty well, I beg him to tell me who it is. He refuses, and tells me not to worry, and to enjoy it. So I do.
Then I feel it again. That stare, like somebody is watching my every move. I look around again, and see no one out of the ordinary. That feeling makes my body tingle all over. I have no idea why I'm responding this way, but I am.
It is not a busy night. Maybe twenty people at the most, and all of them I've seen before. I wonder who could be this mysterious person, who I know is watching me, and from where?
It is pass midnight, and I haven't dance once. I hear a salsa coming on. For some unknown reason, I feel I have to go dance to it. So I do. I listen to the music. I feel it inside of me. Not caring who is on the dance floor, I start to move my body to the rhythm. People around me stop to dance, just to watch me. I close my eyes, and lose myself in the rhythm. It feels so good. My entire being is filled with pleasure. When the music stops, I open my eyes. I find myself in the middle of the dance floor alone. I look around, and there is no one to be seen.
This can't be! I whisper to myself. Before I can move or speak, I feel that sensation again. But this time, it is so strong, that it pierces my body. It is consuming me, with an energy so powerful. That is when I finally see him.
He's sitting at the bar, with a scotch in his hand. I have difficulties making out who he is, or what he looks like, 'cause of the darkness of the room. All I know is that he's looking at me, and that he is penetrating my soul. It takes my breath away. I can't move. Then I hear a slow dance starting to play.
I see him moving to the rhythm. I can feel him telling my soul to move to the music. I do. My eyes close by themselves, and I'm letting myself be guided by the music and by his energy. As I do so, I can feel his fingers caressing my face, and stroking my hair. It feels so good; I'm shivering all over. I can feel him caressing my entire body, feeling all of its curves. I open my eyes, and I see him still sitting at the bar. I realize that I am the one caressing my body all over, moving to the music.
Before I can react to what I am doing to myself, I feel it again. This time it is more powerful than ever. I feel my breast swelling up, and my secret garden moistening. Then I feel my whole body being taken over by the melody. I move to it, I breathe it, still looking at him. He moves to it too. I see his hand going up in the air, and then down. As he does so, my eyes close by themselves again, and I am once more consumed by his desire.
He caresses my breast gently, cupping it, while kissing and biting my neck. My head falls on the side, to give him space to do so. Then his warm lips make their way to my bare shoulders. He gently pushes down my straps with his hands. My dress falls down to the ground, revealing my naked body to him. I shiver all over. He can see my erect nipples pointing to him. Wanting to be tasted by his warm mouth. His lips make their way to them. They start to suck gently on them. His hands are going down my spine slowly, to go take a hold of my moving hips. I take hold of his head near my breast, and I caress his beautiful thick dark hair. I am in heaven.
Still moving to the music, I feel each beat. I feel so hot. My juices are sliding down my inner thighs. My secret spot is pulsating to his every touch. I am ready to reach heights of passion, to fill my body with pleasure.
I start to move faster and more fiercely to the music and to his touch. I open my eyes again. I see him still staring at me, with a grin on his face. I see him biting his lower lip, while watching me dance to his desire. I notice that I am still clothed. But the heat and passion I feel is so real. I know it is him who is making me feel this way. I want him to continue. I want him to make me feel my passion for him. I know he can read my every thought. So I close my eyes, and I let him invade my body and soul. I hear the music louder. I feel it stronger. It is taking over my body. I make love to it.
Then I can feel his finger entering my secret garden. It is so warm and moist. I let out a small moan as he does so. He slides it in and out slowly and gently. Oh my God! Help me! He spreads some of my juices over my special spot, which is so erect and waiting to be touch in a way only he knows, 'cause only he can read my mind. I feel ecstasy, as he circles it with the right amount of pressure. I move my body to the rhythm, making circular movements with my waist. As he goes faster and deeper within me with his magical finger, I feel my body being electrified. It is burning up with passion. Then he enters a second finger inside, and he is still caressing my special spot at the same time. Going in deeper and faster. I bite my lips to stop myself from screaming out loud. But he knows exactly what I am feeling. My body is trembling all over.
Then I feel his fingers touching my lips. He covered them with the juices of my passion. I open my mouth, and with the tip of my tongue, I lick my lips. Tastes so good! Then he applies another layer on them. He still makes me shiver every time he goes inside me so gently, but this time it is for him. He starts to lick my lips softly, then he sucks them lightly and goes on to finish with a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance with one another, in perfect harmony.
I feel him pulling back from me, and I don't hear the music anymore. I open my eyes. I see and hear people gathered around me, clapping and shouting my name. I try to look at the bar for him, but I don't see anybody. I am in awe. Seems like I've just done the dance of my life. I look at my friend the bartender. With a smile he directs his look to the entrance. My eyes follow his direction. In the doorway I see him blowing a kiss to me. As much as I would like to go and run after him, I can't, I'm frozen.
But I know deep inside that I will see him again. If not in person, it will be in my dreams.
