The moon was a day or two past full as it poured itself from a sea of stars into Sanibel harbor, a shimmering highway that pointed southwestward. From the moored deck of "Shaken Not Stirred", a 52-foot ketch once owned by Sean Connery, a light September breeze carried the sound of piano music and clinking glasses across the harbor. Strings of muted amber lanters adorned the railing and masthead of the private yacht where four couples enjoyed the evening with cocktails and Stone Crab. One couple danced.
He was fifty, dressed in a light blue silk shirt and off-white Chinos. A matching vest adorned his broad shoulders and snugged around his waist. His hair was close-cropped and spiked and his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee were touched with gray. She was thirty and radiant. Short chestunt curls accented her laughing eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. Her body was lithe and strong, wrapped in a tight black halter top neatly tucked into painted on light gray slacks. Her heels only accentuated the tight, firm ass above which, on the small of her back, the man's right hand now gently drew her to him.
"I don't dance," she insisted when he asked her to accompany him to the party, a casual get-together with friends.
"We'll see about that...," and he smiled, the warm brown eyes looking right inside her.
Now they swayed to a slow moving "Cuando, Cuando, Cuando," and he drew her closer to him, but for the moment was able to resist the urge to pull her tight. The movement swirling in his trousers almost hummed, like a long-forgotten melody deep in the brain. It was delicious sense of arousal, and he breathed deeply, inhaling the faint aroma of lylac and honeysuckle.
She was in motion, too. Her hands were around his neck and she unconsciouisly found herself swaying from side to side, glazing her nipples under her halter top along his mauture chest. She felt him growing against her, wondering if the tingling vibration was hers or his, then decided it was a mixture of both. They studied one another's eyes as they glided, the pounding of their hearts and the humming in his brain and the music drowning out everything else--the guests, the air, the light. Only each other; "tell me cuando, cuando, cuando..."
He leaned into her and whispered something, then let just the tip of his tongue draw a tiny circle along her slender neck. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and exhaled. The ends of her mouch stretched into a broad grin as she allowed her leg to brush sideways against his growing manhood, and her fingertips found the side of his face. She gently straddled his leg in a natural way, and lightly rubbed herself against it; up, down. Just once.
He let his hands slide around to her sides, each one grasping a side of the woman's tiny waistline. He wanted to hold her that way forever.
When he could no longer stand it, his right hand found the middle of her back and his left seized the cheek of her ass. When their lips finally came together their mouths slightly opened and their tongues began dancing, too, As he continued to stiffen, she pulled him close and devoured his lips. Blood coursed through their beings and breathing came in hungry gulps. He moved his hands in random paths around her back and along her muscular sides as she fellated his tongue with expert precision. His mind was ablaze with random fleeting visions: of those lips working the head of his pulsing cock; of his own lips and tongue devouring the moistening mound at the apex of her legs; of her astride him on a bed of scented burgundy linens rocking to varying rhythms; of him raising his hips to meet her, their mouths completing the connection. The explosion of a simultaneous orgasm that threatened to last until daybreak.
The music changed and the rush subsided enough for the man and woman to break off the kiss, but not the embrace. He smiled at her in a knowing way.
"What?" she asked, smiling too.
"You said you didn't dance."
"That wasn't dancing,"again with the wry smile.
"Oh, yes it was. And very good dancing at that.
"Well," she looked up at him, "maybe I just never had the right partner."
At this the man shuddered slightly, the visions flashing again behind his eyes.
"Let's try a few other steps," he said, taking her hand and leading her to a stairway that lead below deck.
