Chapter 20: PDA

It was an outdoor bar that buzzed with music, the bass thumping down, guitar strings pulled taut, balloons with light bulbs hovered in the air. Center stage, a short Mexican American man singing a song in Spanish. The words Seniorita Mamacita rhythmically rolled out of his mouth.

The ladies here were beautiful and voluptuous. It was where Nat had discovered Nina Martinez who was then a back up dancer. And that was how he had his regrettable one night stand with her.

He held Zara in his hand and walked into an overhead of balloon lights, the floor covered with beach sand. Whispered murmurs hummed the air. Two girls rushed to him

“Excuse me Sir, I know you. You must be Nat Wolfe”

“Yes I am”

“And you ma’am, so gorgeous”, one complimented

“You look stunning stunning” another one said again.

“Thank you”, she replied now examining her silky black gown with a gape open at her back.

Zara’s blushing was uncontrolled. The stereotype type about her had been dismantled. What more could she ask for?

Nat took off his suit and hung on the bench.

“This is where I come on some days asides the club” he said

“I see”

The waiter came and they ordered shots.

They shared it, 6 shots gulped one by one.

They were now tipsy.

“Wanna hit the dance floor?” he asked her

“Nah. I’d pass”

“I insist”

“I can’t dance to save my life Nat. You saw what happened at the ball the other time, I almost passed out”

“But you enjoyed it”

“Kinda”

“Well you can be anything when I’m here”

She smiled

“He held her hand and chaperoned her to the floor”

The couple around them were professionals in the art of dancing Salsa. The music was on, the tempo was somewhere between fast and slow.

“Just do as I say okay?”

She moved one leg forward then one hand forward and occasionally she would move her legs speedily when the tempo increased.

“Fuck it” Nat told her.

“Just do your thing”

And so, they started dancing with no harmony, slightly mimicking the other couples. They let the alcohol do its work.  Their love was a  flagrant declaration of freedom and boundlessness. Zara gave her all. Nat was enthusiastic.

“Not bad, Seniorita” he said afterwards, both of them sweaty.

“Really?”

“For a first timer, yes?”

“With time you’d get used to it. I’d teach you”

“You can’t even dance”

“I will try. I haven’t perfected my skills but soon” he said confidently

“Okay daddy,” she said. They walked back home

“Come over” he told her

His mansion at the west side was a countryside mansion inherited from his father. Set on stone with vintage window facades and a curvy balustrade inside.

His doorman with starched white and black trouser uniform led the way and they walked into the giant ceilings and chandeliers with tastefully matched furniture and art on the walls.

He led her up the stairway to his room

“I almost forgot how rich you are,” he said in reverent awe.

“This is one of my housing estates” he said proudly

“Wow!” she continued looking around with awe.

On his royal bed that resembled that of a prince, he took off his shirt, took a bottle of whiskey and led her to the wide balcony.bIt had a table and a cozy bed that could accommodate two.

“You come here too?” she said a little humbled by the wealthy aristocratic life

“Sometimes, when I need to clear my head”

“And chat with the birds?” she said

“Perhaps. Though my favorite bird isn’t often here”

“And which breed is that”

“You” he said

“I’m a bird now?” She walked towards him and took a glass of whiskey, clinking it to him.

“My fragile bird” he leaned slightly to her and stared at her eyes.

“The view and ambience is stunning” she said. I must commend”

He laid on the bed and tapped it for her to join in. She took off her shoes such that her dress fell lightly and ever so easily to the floor like a sin. Her pointed breast, the hair just above her clit blinded his eyes.

He cleaned his eyes as she laid on him.

He kissed her slowly with yearning, feeling a surge of electricity move through his veins. She gave into him hungrily like that was exactly what she wanted.

He began fingering her, roughly without slowing down. She moaned in between the interlocking of their lips.

“Three fingers?” he asked her. She nodded. He put his three fingers in her and she moaned heavily.

“Four?” he asked again?

He was almost fisting her now. She was wet and slippery as the floor of a gang bang room. Sucking her nipples like an orange and reaching down to devour the cherry between her thighs.

She arched her back and squeezed her face in delight.

When he was done she went downwards feeling the cool night air and distant chatter of night birds. Playing with his dick. She measured it with the length of her fist and gleamed.

“Damn. So big” she smiled.

She devotedly swallowed him whole. Though he had polished her, she still had her skills from her days in Sin city.

The doorman, Harry, heard their shouts and went outside shaking his head as he saw the outline of their bodies.

His dick hit her vaginal walls. She contracted her thighs to take him in and screamed in pleasure.

They lay naked in bed afterwards . By morning the mood had changed.