His eyes never left me. In the club that night, I felt him breathing down my neck, he wouldn't let go. It was like he was a hawk, wolf, owl with piercing eyes fixated on his prey. He was going to get me if it was the last thing he did. He waited this long and now, in his mind, it was time. I was ready, (old enough, legal...21) and tonight was the night. He wanted me and I could feel it in my entire body; from my mind, down to my yoni, even down to my toes. He wanted me and it felt good. You know, the thought of being wanted, sought after, Loved, the feeling is exhilarating. Slowly, something began to happen to me, I was getting lost in the feelings, emotions, throbbing in my pussy. I was dripping wet with sweat, all over. I could even smell my scent through my clothes. "What am I doing? Not HIM!, He's, He's, He's MARRIED!!! OH, shit...I'm in trouble now", I knew that for sure.
I made the first move and I think he knew I would. He was enjoying watching me like a piece of tasty candy that he wanted to put in his mouth. "What was his problem?, I thought. Didn't he remember who I was? Did he forget who he was? He must have known but that didn’t stop him from wanting what he wanted and determining to get it. He must have figured out how much I enjoyed being watched because he did it well. Poised with his back up against the wall, looking good and tasty his damn self, rocking to the rhythm of the beat. The music was banging and so was my hips. I started to dance even harder, knowing I had his full attention. Yes, I was dancing for him as if it were just the two of us in the club that night. I'm not ashamed to say, I loved the attention! (I’m an attention whore in the purist way one can be). Even if he could have sensed that I was dancing for him it didn’t bother me at all, I love giving pleasure as well. He watched with enjoyment, I could see it in his eyes. I could see it in his half, but cool smile. I was taking drawing him in with every thump, with every bump, I was artfully being myself. I knew that I was taking full advantage of the situation and that didn’t stop me. The alluring goddess took center stage and whined to the beat of Soca music like it was carnival time and I was in de competition!!
I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to dance? Of course he wanted to dance! I knew that, he knew that, the people in the club (if they noticed) knew that, and even you did, didn't you *wink*. He said, "YES", so I turned around and pressed my hips into his waist and let the music take me away. We started to grind and move so in sync that you couldn't tell where I began and he ended. Grinding, rowing, back and forth motions, it was getting hot up in there! I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. I never felt like that before. It was hot and steamy, sweaty, musky, moist, hair pulling, all the ingredients for when whipping up SEX! I've danced with other men before but I’m sure it had everything to do with who we were. And, who was that exactly? This is the moment of truth and honesty getting mixed up with intense feelings of pleasure and lust. Feelings that you can make clear but don’t want to. So, who are we? Me, a 21 year old young girl, one baby, living at home with parents, free, rebel, daring, with the sun shining so bright in my eyes, faced the world everyday with anticipation and excitement. Forget about telling me “No”, that word was not in my vocabulary! He, 15 years my senior, married to a woman that I knew fairly well, a trusted family friend, business owner (legally and not), experienced, big spender, a protector, strong, feared, like a big brother to me. Sure, I thought, he’d take care of me, watch over and out for me, keep me stacked, dressed, and spoiled; he was just right…LOL! Damn, can you believe that’s what I thought? I can! I was young and wanted a thrill and with him I was sure to get it, in more ways than one.
We closed the club, still dancing with each other long after the music stopped playing. Whenever I looked at him, the guilt, remorse just melted away, I was relaxed. We were only dancing, right? Dancing the night away and having fun. There is nothing wrong with that, right? I didn’t have any intention for what was going to happen next, we were just in the moment, following our bliss and enjoying it. At least that’s all I thought, in that moment. For sure, he’s not thinking we could take this further, he’s married damnit! He has children with this woman, who’s supposed to be the woman of his dreams, or was I, in that moment, the woman of his dreams. How many of these dreams did he have? Did he do this often? Ok, this was getting a little complicated in my head but I continued to flow with it. We said our goodbye’s. I told him I really enjoyed myself, he said he did too. My friend and I made our way outside in the cold. It was mid December of ‘96’, a few weeks before Christmas (which I still celebrated back then). We got into the car and so did he and his friends. He pulled his car up alongside ours on the driver side, where my friend was sitting. I had a good view and all I can remember is the smile that was on his face. I remember it because it had a little mischievous twitch to it. That’s not a friendly, “"I had a good time smile”, it was more like a, “I hungry (<—said like a Jamaican) and just found me some luscious meat”, kind of smile. Hmmm. He spoke with my friend a little and it was at that point that I realized they knew each other. We all lived in the same general area, she was Jamaican and so was he. He owned a body shop that all who was Jamaican seemed to go there, so it didn’t come as a huge surprise, I just didn’t know to what extent they knew each other, (I would find out later). I didn’t have long to think about it because he handed her a tiny piece of paper and like in slow motion, pointed at me. ME? What did he point at me for? What was inside this tiny, little paper? She looked at me and handed it to me, it was his #. What the hell? All I could think to myself was, this MF was crazy! Did he really want me to call him, for what? And talk about what?
As we drove away, I tried to make sense of it all. “He's just wanting to stay in touch. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, he hadn't seen me since I "grew" up; hips, round juicy ass, tits firm, perky, all grown up!” My friend was talking to me, asking me what I was going to do, with this big grin on her face, kind of like the way he was smiling. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t know what he wants with me.” I was so not ready for this but at the same time I was curious. Curiosity took me by the hand and said it was going to be ok. I guess I trusted that. The next day I got his call and from the moment I picked up that phone I became…”the Other Woman”.
Part 2 coming soon!
Love,
Mama SensuaLi
