Excerpt

Abe put on some salsa music and the Latin beat made my hips start to sway, the drink had gone to my head a little and I started to snap my fingers and move my feet to the sexy beat. Sheila joined me and we both started to dance around Abe. He was enjoying the show. Sheila moved her body to the beat, lifting her arms up and clapping her hands over her head like a Spanish Flamenco dancer. I imitated her and we both started laughing. We grabbed each others hands and she spun me around, the music went into a Tango and Sheila pulled me close to her, chest to chest and started to lead me in a Tango. This is a beautiful dance, a very sexy passionate dance; I felt the ecstasy well up inside me. Abe felt it too. He watched us. Sheilas hair brushed against my cheek, I smelled her sweetness, I felt her softness. My heart was racing, my knees were weak, just then Abe broke in and finished the dance with Sheila. I just stood and watched. I felt jealous. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity together, it was so sexy watching them, cheek to cheek, legs touching, bodies touching, I felt a quiver between my thighs and let out a whimper of excitement. Just as I started to lose my balance, I felt a hand on my back and a moist kiss on my neck; it startled and excited me and when I looked up I saw Pauls eyes. Eyes that I missed. A touch that I missed. A mouth that I missed.

Paul pulled the clip from my hair and my red curls fell down onto my shoulders. He pulled me into him holding my wrists behind my back. The heat in my body rose and I surrendered to his passion, his mouth pressed hard against mine. I felt the wetness between my legs and the sexual urges rose from deep inside me. I lifted my right leg up and wrapped it over his hip. It had been so long since I felt his touch, his mouth, his passion. Was it true, was it possible, was I really pressed against him. The excitement felt good. Paul felt good. He lifted me off the ground and carried me into the cabana.