Brazilian Heat

“She is gorgeous.” I heard him say.

“I saw her first so I get the first crack at her.” I told them.

“Go get her tiger.” Jay said grinning.

I took a long swallow of my beer and moved out on the dance floor. First standing at the edge scoping her out. Really checking to see if any other guy was going to come claim her. The last thing I wanted to do was get in a fight 3000 miles away from home. I watched for a few minutes and slowly moved out on the dance floor. She saw me coming slowly towards her and she extended her hand and pointer finger, she slowly turned her wrist over so her palm was facing up then beckoned me to her.

I don’t even remember my feet touching the floor. The next thing I knew. I was in front of her. Now that I was close she was even more stunning close up. She had green eyes, pouty lips and at least a 36 C. Her hips were wide and her ass fat. She was a perfect specimen of Brazilian beauty. She put her hands on my waist and began to rock me back and forth in time with her motions. I instinctively followed her. We gazed at each other as we danced. She never actually let her body touch mine except for her hand on my waist. But you could feel the heat and electricity we were sending to each other.

The music changed and she turned around so I could get a good view of her ass. Her skirt was as short as it was low. Her thongs showed over the top of the skirt. Curving up around her ass to her waist before disappearing below her hemline once again. You could see that she tanned recently because the tan line followed that same route. I became instantly erect watching her move to the pulsating Latin rhythms that were now coming out of the speaker. The girl slowly backed her ass up until it rested in my crotch region. Reaching behind her to hold me in place. By placing her hands on the back of my thighs. We danced like that for several songs. Finally the music slowed again.

The girl turned to me and said in broken English. “Eees Good, U keep up.”