“Are you going to tell me where we’re headed?” I asked as we hurried across a busy street, somewhere deep in the city.
“I already did. A bar.” He replied vaguely.
“But we’re not even old enough to drink?”
“We’re not here to drink.” He threw me a wink and I damn near swooned on the spot. I didn’t even try to think about what his comment meant in my haze, but I didn’t need to anyway, because we stopped outside a very colourfully fronted bar called ‘Garcia’s’. Loud music was coming from inside, and I was instantly excited.
“Dancing?” I squealed.
“Yeah. They have live music here every Friday and Saturday, and I heard it’s the place to go for latin dancing. I thought we could give it a try?” He explained, his hand nervously rubbing at the back of his neck the whole time he spoke.
“That sounds awesome Matt!” I declared. I was glad to see his nerves melt into a sexy smile.
“Come on them, Mi Amado.” He took my hand again and pulled me inside. When we walked in our ID’s were checked by a doorman, and we both got hand stamps so we couldn’t buy alcohol. Matt checked our jackets, then rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, instantly changing his look to something more relaxed. I spent several seconds just staring at his muscle corded forearms, so sexy and enticing. Who knew forearms could do that to a girl?
The place was small, but brightly decorated, and alive with the live music being played by a four piece band and singer on the stage at the very far end. There was a dance floor in the centre, packed with people dancing, mainly couples. Around the edge were tables filled with groups and couples, mostly with brightly coloured cocktails in fancy glasses. I understood instantly why Matt had stripped off some. The place was hot, packed with bodies.
The music was loud and so upbeat, the words of the current song in spanish. I recognised that a lot of people on the dancefloor were salsa dancing. I had seen it online in my recent searches for new music. Apparently there was a new wave of latin music becoming popular and salsa dancing, and modern variations of it were also increasing in popularity. I had no idea what the steps were, but I was eager to get on the dance floor and move, especially with Matt pressed against me.
“This ok Livy? I didn’t realise it would be so packed.” Matt called over the music. It was busy, and I didn’t like the crowd around me, but my excitement was, for once, overshadowing my fears.
“I’m ok, as long as you’re close.” I called back to him. My biggest problem was making my weak voice heard over the music, but Matt caught it and smiled, nodding to assure me he would be close.
“You want to get a drink?” He nodded to the bar, but I shook my head. There was only one thing I wanted to do. I nodded to the dancefloor, an excited smile on my face I couldn’t stop if I tried. Matt smiled back, and nodded.
He released my hand and instead wrapped his arms around me from behind, one around my waist and the other across my chest. I was grateful to have him so close, one because the need to touch him was getting more and more insistent as the night went on, and two, because I felt safe from the crowd in his arms.
He shuffled us forward onto the dancefloor, until we found a small space, just big enough for us to dance pressed together, without being pressed against strangers.
Matt took my hand in his and spun me without warning. I went flying around, landing against his chest with an ‘umph’ and giggling like crazy at the unexpected move. He smiled as he pressed my body into his front and wrapped his wide hands almost all of the way around my waist.
I needed no further direction. I simply let the amazing music fill me up and I moved as I felt I needed to, swaying my hips and wrapping my arms around the back of Matt’s neck. We were both smiling as we slid into the rhythm together, enjoying the place, the music, the atmosphere, but most of all, each other.
I have no idea how long we stayed there, dancing to song after song, because I just became lost in Matt, and in the feeling of freedom and joy the whole night gave me. I danced like we were the only two people there, not once worrying about the others around us.
Matt was cautious, moving me everytime anyone threatened to stumble our way, never once letting another soul so much as brush past me, but at the same time he was with me, lost in us and the music, and the feeling of our bodies moving together so perfectly.
I loved the way we just seemed to fit together, whether I was pressed into his front, my arms looped around his neck, or turned with my back against his front, swaying in perfect time to him, moving up and down as though I knew exactly what Matt’s next move would be before he did it. I loved the way his hands caressed me, and the feelings every touch of our bodies awoke within me. I was buzzing, like little jolts of electricity racing through me, ever increasing in their need for more touch from Matt; more contact.
Another song ended and I turned my body into Matt’s front, resting my head on his chest. I was swept up in the excitement and passion, having an amazing night, but also dizzy with the heat and exhaustion of the hours we had been there. I was disgustingly sweaty and I knew my hair must be wild from the times
