Here we go with a new erotic story from Alice which is a true encounter of a Salsa dancing lesson she had a few weeks ago! Have fun!

Kisses,

Justine
xxx

Dancing Lessons - written by Alice

Dancing is a passion of mine, but I just move the way I like to the music I like. So when I saw an ad for private Salsa-lessons in a magazine, I became enthusiastic about learning it properly. Salsa, it sounds like exotic Latin nights, sweating bodies pressed together… mmm, definitely my cup of tea. And maybe the teacher would be an interesting guy, you never know.

A week later, I put on one of my shortest little dresses, my highest pair of heels and expectantly went to the lesson. It turned out a little different than I had anticipated…

The door opened to reveal the most gorgeous black lady I ever laid eyes on. Legs that went on forever, dusky sensual eyes and a huge, gorgeously proportioned pair of tits, all wrapped up in a beautiful red chiffon dress. ‘Hello, I am Sylvana, are you here for the lesson?’ I nodded, ‘I’m Alice.’ She gave me a firm handshake. She led me into her living room, where the floor had been cleared and made into a small dance-floor. m‘Are you familiar at all with Latino dancing?’ I shook my head, I couldn’t keep my eyes off that extraordinary body of hers. Her waist was tiny, her bum was round and firm… it would be great dancing with her. ‘Well, let’s warm up a bit a then start with the basics. You’ll see, it’s fun, Salsa is an extremely sensual dance.’ I smiled back at her.

We did a short warm up, then she stood me in the middle of the dance-floor and slipped her right hand round my waist and took my left hand. ‘Okay, you step forwards then backwards, like that, good…’
She made me do the steps on my own while she went to put on a CD. She observed me for a minute with a look I couldn’t place, but I liked her looking at my body like that. Then Sylvana came towards me again and started teaching me the next part of the dance. Her body was moving against mine, undulating like a snake. She smelled lovely and musky as we both got warmer from dancing. ‘You’ve got a lovely body…’ She suddenly said in my ear. I felt her nails slide up and down my spine, sending shivers all through my body. ‘Thank you,’ I smiled, hardly believing my luck. I was feeling extremely saucy and decided to try something. Slowly I let one hand trail down her back and rested it on one of those firm buttocks. When I squeezed gently, she arched her back, pressing her hips into me, still dancing, not losing the rhythm.

‘That’s nice,’ she whispered, bending her head slightly so she could lick my neck. That hit the spot for me, my knees went weak and I squeezed her arse with both hands now. We started grinding against each other, slipping our thigh between each other’s legs. Then all of a sudden all rhythm was lost and we tumbled onto the floor, clawing at each other’s clothes. ‘Don’t ruin that beautiful dress.’ I panted when she tore at it impatiently. ‘Never mind the dress,’ she said and ripped the front right down the middle so that those succulent big tits came bouncing out. The dress hung on her middle like a red flame. She was stunning. I rolled on top of her, sucking her nipples and scratching my nails along her sides. She slid a finger between my legs and inserted it into my dripping wet pussy. Slowly she started to move to the music again, kissing me with that long tongue, sneakily slipping in more and more fingers until her whole hand disappeared into my cunt, probing and pushing. Sylvana moved from underneath me so I sat on all fours, she behind me, stroking my back as she was fisting me harder. She bent over me and her other hand crawled between my legs to stroke my clit. I was moving to the music, circling my hips, gasping with delight as she massaged my clit even harder, never stopping to drive her fist in an out of my sizzling pussy. Soon I came to a bucking orgasm, but she relentlessly rolled me onto my back and started stroking my slick clit with her tongue. One of her hands now glided between her own legs and started fingering. She groaned against my pussy and I could see her hips tremble into the floor.

‘I want to fuck you,’ she gasped. Without a word I pushed her off me, grabbed my hand bag and dangled my strap-on in front of her face. She made an animal like sound, whisked it out of my hand and put it on. I smiled slyly. ‘You’ve done that before….’ She smiled back, her eyes were misty. ‘Not to you.’ We slithered back into each other’s arms, kissing and stroking each other. My pussy ached for it and I whispered : ‘Come on, fuck me…’ And God, did she! Sylvana rolled me over again, got a hold of my hips and pulled me backwards onto the strap-on. She was amazing, I guess because she was a dancer she was extremely agile, but also could go on for hours….. Finally, she undid the soppy strap-on, licked of all the juices and handed it back to me. I lay exhausted on the floor, my pussy raw, but satisfied. ‘Is the lesson over?’ I asked with disappointment. She shook her head and ripped of the remnants of her dress. She crawled towards me across the floor and said: ‘It’s my turn now.’

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