Bella swan international Salsa dancer is looking for a new partner the ad said, as he put down the newspaper and walked into the building. He didn't know what to think, no one had ever seen her before, however he needed a new partner so he thought what the heck. If she doesn't look the part he needs then what would it hurt, he could always locate another dancer. He walks up to the receptionist, who looks up from her typing to ask if she could help him.
"I am looking for Ms. Swan's dance studio." He murmurs politely ducking his head.
"It's up on the top floor, 2nd door on your left. I do believe Ms. Swan is on her way to lunch though if you would like to wait here I will see if she has left yet." She looks at him coyly.
What is it with these women, they constantly flirt with him when he nothing more than polite he wonders to himself. He sits down quietly to wait while she buzzes Ms. Swan to see if she is still in. Looking around the main lobby, he notices that it is very nicely decorated a very modern feel to it. The receptionist motions him over, telling him that Ms. Swan is indeed in and is waiting on him. He quietly thanks her, taking off to the elevator up to the top floor. He walks down the hallway till he comes to the second door on the left, opening the door and walking in.
A leggy brunette walks towards him with her hand extended in polite greeting, he grasps it firmly shaking it gently.
"You are Bella Swan I presume. My name is Jasper Whitlock." He takes a long slow perusal of her body, her breasts are firm, and hips rounded perfectly with an hour glass shape and legs that seem to go on forever. She is perfect, he nods his head internally. Noticing she is checking him out also, he stands up a little straighter. He knows he looks good, he works out more often than not however he is a bit worried that he might not be what she is looking for in a dancing companion.
Finally after what seems like forever, she makes a decision nodding to herself. She walks back to her desk pulling out a contract and tossing it to him to look over. He looks over the contract, its standard (with a trial period) really so he signs it. She leads him into the studio part of her office space, he glances around noticing all the equipment. She walks over to the radio. Pushing the play button she turns around and walks back onto the wooden floor.
The pure dulcet tones of the Salsa music fill the air as she beckons him her hips starting to sway. His lust spiking, he stalks forward reaching for her hand. One hand moving to her hip, his other runs up her thigh pulling her flush against his frame. The bodies begin the timeless sway of dancing, perfectly meshed in every way. Her long legs entwining with his, she grips his taut butt letting her nails scrape gently at his supple cheeks. Her face flushes in excitement, the tension between them undeniable.
Mentally making a decision, he raises his hand to her hair wrapping it around his hand like rope. He pulls her face closer to his, crashing his mouth to hers pushing his tongue inside her mouth. A battle for dominance rages between them, their lips entangled. Their hands roaming and searching out every hidden spot on the other, his hand slips between her legs and rubs her mound in rough circles being careful not to hurt her.
The passion between them too much, he unzips her dress pulling it from her shoulders as her hand goes to the buttons on his pants. She pops it loose pushing them down his hips letting them fall to the floor. Her dress falls to the floor, they both take a step back and look at each other taking in their beauty. Their bodies slowly gravitate towards each other, he touches her skin in awe of how soft it is letting his hand run patterns from her neck to her pelvic bone.
His hand dips below her panties and slides between her folds, his thumb brushes over her glistening joy button. Her hand pauses in its descent to his hardened length, her eyes close and she moans lightly. Her breathing intensifies, her head dropping back and legs almost buckling from the sheer pleasure of him touching her. He backs her up against a wall for support his hand in her hair, he crashes his mouth back into hers dominating the kiss.
Her hand continues its path towards his long member, finally gripping it firmly but gently letting her fingertips graze the slit. His hips jerk forward, a groan ripping through his mouth, and eyes rolling back in his head at the contact. He pulls back slightly gripping her panties he rips them off of her, moving back into her he grips her butt cheeks. Her legs lift and wrap around his hips her dripping core brushing up against his hard member, they both groan.
He pushes into her roughly letting his pelvic bone rub against her bundle of nerves. Her eyes roll back in her head, as his movements surge and retreat his hips tilting on the upward thrust. Her moans becoming louder, his groans fill the air. Her body tightens around him to a near painful amount, he moves faster and harder against her the sounds of skin hitting skin fill the air. Her orgasm floods her quickly almost taking her breath away, her body clenching around him spasming in ecstasy. He pumps a few more times, his body stills, his member grows impossibly hard twitching as he spills his fluids inside her.
He pulls gently from her, walking over to his pants he grabs them and pulls them on. Picking up her dress and walking back over he hands it to her. Running a hand through his long blonde locks, he smirks at her.
"That's one hell of a way to seal the contract." He says smiling.