One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... arms. It was time.

I whispered, "Baby, you can now have your weekend in DC as you wanted with Travis." Beth gasped and suddenly stiffened. I held her tight as she tried to pull away from me.

"What…?"

"Shhhhhhhhh," I put a finger across her lips and continued, "Close your eyes and go with it. I am going to give you a treat you will never forget." I teased.

With that, I slipped a blindfold over her eyes and spun her around. I pulled her top over her head, baring her breasts. I leaned down and sucked each nipple.

"Oh, Troy," she gasped as I took her in my arms, and we began to dance.

I had removed my shirt, so our bare chests pressed together, mashing her breasts between us, making her hard nipples stab me like hot little pokers.

I leaned in next to her ear, licking her neck, and whispered, "Beth, right now I am Travis. Our moment is here, so take it as you please!"

Beth gasped, which morphed into a low moan as she molded her body to mine, pressing hard against me. I had her now, and the game was on.

I had watched the video of them dancing a thousand times, mastering Travis's dance style, and learning his every move. I knew the salsa they were dancing by heart. I knew the position Travis held Beth in, where his hands were placed, where his lips kissed her, how his cock was positioned pressing against Beth, as they ground together. How his thigh had slipped between her legs. Then how Beth had succumbed to him, riding on his thigh, grinding her hot horny ...

... pussy on him, dry fucking him.

As I watched the video over and over, I knew, without a doubt, that even as much as Beth loved me, had Travis gotten her in his hotel room in DC, Beth would have fallen under Travis's spell, unable to resist him. They would have fucked each other to death all weekend. So tonight, I would be Travis's surrogate, giving Beth her night in DC.

I swept her across the floor of our suite like it was the ballroom dance hall, then back again, spinning, performing the arm lock and sombrero like a master. I guided her. There was no music. We were making our own. I leaned in and kissed her as Travis had, softly but with the passion that the dance compelled.

Beth moaned. Without sight, the images in her mind were of Travis, not me, and certainly rekindled those feelings Beth had on those nights of dancing after her classes. Those nights, Travis was wooing Beth, and she was oblivious to his intentions, thinking they were enjoying the dance.

This was beautiful practice for our dances later tonight. We would build the passion in this room and take it to the dance hall. The night would be like magic.

One more pass across the floor and…

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As I looked out the big window at the Washington skyline, Troy slipped up behind me. He played with my breasts and nipples, nibbled, and kissed my neck, and pressed his hardening cock against my ass. I was swooning.

Quickly, he spun me around and stripped off my shirt and bra. Our naked ...