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I walked into the dance class not knowing what to expect. It was a hot August night and I had my usual blushes of fear as I drove to the Latin dance class. Usually the classes are not full, but tonight it is packed beyond capacity. Literally hardly standing room. The instructor is lost in the crowd. I see a face in the back near the wall, someone I hadn't seen before. He is average height, well built, a head full of greying wavy hair and hazel eyes. I walk over to get a better look pushing through hot bodies. The fan in the corner is doing very little to cool the room down. I ask the man if I could stand near him. He steps away and gives me space. The class starts, we go through the motions. It's not much fun as there are too many people. As soon as it's over I head for another classroom which is larger, fewer people and better music. I dance awhile and think of going home. I go back to the original classroom to get my sweater I left on a chair. I see the man again. He is talking to woman I guess is his wife. I go the chair to retrieve my sweater and she walks away from him. When I turn around he asks if I want to dance. I say sure, but I am not that good yet. When take a few turns around the dance floor and we stumble, and laugh. I get frustrated and ask, "Let's go dance salsa." He agrees. We dance the entire night together, not taking breaks. Finally sweaty, and exhausted feet hurting I ask him to walk me to my car. We are standing at my bumper as I dig through my purse he is fishing for something in his pockets. He finds it and hands it to me. It's a business card. It's dark, I don't have my glasses, so I flip it over and write my number on it. "Call me if you want to dance." I say. He smiles. I hear from him a week later. I am at the club already dancing. He says he's coming. I am excited as I was wildly attracted to him. I am walking away from a partner after a song has ended and I see him entering the club. He is as handsome as I remembered. He walks towards me and I notice that there is a huge bulge in his pants. I am shocked, and I wonder is he thinking of me, is that what that is about? We meet and smile at each other. We dance but after a bit it's hot. We go outside where the smokers and dawdlers are. We sit on the bench and because i feel like it, I lean my head on his shoulder. He does not move a muscle. Then I casually put my legs up on his lap. We sit thusly for sometime, the cooler air caressing our skin. It feels like we are at a summer prom, we have escaped chaperones and gossips and we are just enjoying the moment. He finally places a hand on my leg and rests it there. I feel yes, he's the one. God, let him be the one. We dance some more, I go home, he goes home. He calls a few days later and asks me out for dinner. We meet, we eat at the restaurant and then he takes me home. I am not ready to ask him up, I feel like I need to know him better. What I know is, he's a cowboy, he is a blacksmith. He is clearly a very rough man. He treats me well, courtly. He parks his truck and we get out, he walks me to the door. I am fiddling with my keys and talking to him, and I turn to peck him on the cheek, when he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. I pull away. Not because I didn't want it, but because it caught me off guard. He is smiling. I think I hit him in the chest. He is solid muscle from years of working with metal at a forge. He is grinning at me. I am off balance not knowing if I should engage in more tongue play with him or what. I am stumbling with my words. "What's wrong" he is teasing me. "Don't do that." I say turning from him to open the door. "you didn't like that?" He said. "I did, but you didn't warn me." He laughs out loud. We finally part and I kick myself for fucking up what could have been a nice ending to an evening out. We continue to have dates where we eat, go dancing, and either I am dropped at home or I drive myself home. I am beginning to wonder where his ardor went? I am concerned that I am not attractive or something. I finally ask him up for dinner. I cook, we eat. We turn on a movie. While we are sitting i think, what the hell why shouldn't I move on him? I get up and sit straddle his lap. He pulls me to him and we kiss deeply. I am not shy, I love the taste of his mouth, the softness of his lips. His big hands have me around the waist. He lifts me with little effort and I am on my back on the sofa and he is between my legs. I can tell he is a good lover, considerate and passionate. We move to the bedroom and I am on the bed. He climbs on top of me and grinds against me. The kisses are very hot, and deep. He slides his hand inside my pants and I pull them off to give him access. He uses his fingers for awhile and then pulls off my shirt and puts my nipple in his mouth. Then he slides down the bed and begins to spread my knees apart, kissing my inner thighs and pubis. He inserts his fingers and strokes my clitoris softly. I feel my juices begin to flow. He is kissing my legs gently. Then he goes deeper with his tongue. In truth I have never orgasmed like I did that night. It was like I lost consciousness for a moment.

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