Lunch at Verrat's

It wasn't easy for me to get away that evening

but I managed to tell my parents I wanted to work out at the hotel gym. I told them I met another girl from Illinois and we wanted to work out together. Changing for the event was a debacle because I was sharing a hotel room with my grandmother and she was no fool.

Wanting to look good for Rafael I selected a very risqué blue pleated cotton skirt that showed off my dancer's legs coupled with a tropical print draped halter top. It was a U neck halter that completely exposed my upper back. I couldn't wear any of the high-heels I picked out just a few days ago if it was a dance club. I hated having to take them off if I was asked to dance.

Luckily I had these suede bowed flats that matched my skirt perfectly, mother had picked them out. Looking at my reflection I admired how beautiful I looked in my new tan. In an attempt to look sporty I tied my hair in a pony-tail with a pink rubber band, my hair looked well with height anyway; I also put a robe on.

Grandma woke up upon hearing me taking a long shower realizing I was definitely not wearing any gym gear underneath my hotel robe but a skimpy party dress. She called mother into the room. I practically had to gag grandma placing a finger close to her mouth several times to keep her from exaggerating, but mother let me go.

"Of course she's going to the gym Sharon, dear. Paulette's an adult now, we have to trust her," mother said smirking at me.

"I saw her talking to a lifeguard today by the pool, what was his name honey? Was he a lifeguard?"

Oh...it's Rafael."

"So that's his name heh? Does he work as a trainer too Paulette dear?" said added, watching me. I nodded innocently.

"So have fun, we'll be here if you need us."

When I reached to the resort club I was met with towering door men refusing to let me in because I was twenty, but when the name Rafael Alvarez was mentioned the main one turned pale; quietly leading me past the velvet rope.

As I walked past the doors I stopped at a mirror releasing my hair from the rubber band and letting my freshly shampooed tresses cascade down my naked back to hide my bikini lines. Once inside the disco I saw a room filled with gorgeous people mingling, dancing and drinking.

I was early so the crowd was still more or less sparse.

When I asked the bartender to tell Rafael that Paulette was here he made a phone call and said I could have whatever I wanted while I waited for mister Alvarez. That he would be a little while because he was in a meeting. I couldn't wait to see him again.

I ordered a non-alcoholic mocktail and looked on at the Jamaican live band; there were several male and female guest back-to-back vocalists lined up. But they were still doing sound checks and letting invited guests in.

I had heard of Reggae before and always wanted to try it but could never find someone to show me. Keep in mind that this was during the

early nineties. As I waited for about a half hour several people started dancing and the mood began to lighten. Once the band started to really play almost everybody around me went out to dance.

The lyrics I heard were about sensuality, freedom, and truth, and were philosophical. The beats and singing had a way of making a person want to smile, let go, and dance. That's when I

saw Rafael enter from a corner exit next to the bar. I was sad but forgave him immediately.

He was wearing a grey all over goose print button down dress shirt and tailored navy dress pants and shoes. He apologized for being so late. He kissed me on the cheek and we hugged each other happy to be alone, at long last.

"Would you like to dance with me Paulette?" he asked.

"But you probably don't know this dance being from Illinois."

"Well Rafael, you don't know what you're in for," I said taking his hand and walking him all the way to the center of the dance crowd.

It was authentic Jamaican reggae music and everybody was dancing heavy street Reggae. I had taken a dancing course a few years ago with a traveling company where I was briefly schooled in Afro-Caribbean dance. I also took several courses in hip-hop and enjoyed them. I suddenly began remembering some of the basics and visualizing moves in my head.

The style of dancing I saw around me consisted of mainly isolating parts of the body and I was able to quickly imitate the moves some of the beautiful girls dancing beside us were doing. There was a gorgeous black girl dancing next to me with her boyfriend, she introduced herself as Vonnie and she was giving me instructions.

Vonnie hugged me after I told her my name, generously welcoming me to the club. After that I didn't hesitate at all and began swiftly shifting my upper body from side to side, snaking my arms as I led down with my shoulders, deftly taking large steps, turning my body in a different direction according to the beat and bringing my knees together.

Being an accomplished dancer I was able imitate the others with incredible precision and Rafael stared in amazement. I rounded out my back isolating it with my shoulders moving from back to pelvis as I teased and smiled at my handsome date.

I isolated my hip by stepping over my hip again and again, showing off my heart-shaped bottom; I looked toward Rafael talking sex with my eyes. Flirting, pushing back my hair with both arms, exposing my underarms as I swayed my hips. Vonnie admired my courage and said I was the best dancer she had ever seen.

Reggae is very beautiful. It's basically knowing the way of the tides, the way tides move, water moves. After teaching me for a while Vonnie and her boyfriend walked away for a breather holding hands. Looking at Rafael clearly blown away by how sexy I could be, I continued dancing provocatively, blowing kisses in the air, repeating the sexy lyrics I heard under my breath, touching my breasts for him.

Isolating my pelvis at four points I tilted forward, right, back, then left in a circular motion, sometimes stopping at each point to tease him further. I copied the other dancer's upper body waves just letting the music travel through my upper body keeping in mind the isolation of my most sensual parts.

What really drove him crazy as he struggled to keep up was when I learned to isolate my chest at four points; forward, to the right, to the back, to the left. Vonnie had been doing this but she had small breasts. This move especially turned Rafael on because it made my bust snap out toward and against him. My halter top barely covering my naked breasts as they flopped to and fro.

I released myself to the dance moving my torso, letting my bust bounce in utter chaos as I added a two-step move where I winded both arms sensually in either direction looking in the same direction my arms were going. Building up the nerve, Rafael began catching up to me after a while and it was magnificent.

As he danced he moved his feet in a two-step from his heels to his toes, varying from foot to foot, then he began to dance up close bringing me into him with our hips locked together tightly. I put my arms around his neck feeling his arm around my waist, his hand against the small of my back, his upper thigh and pelvis moving up between my thighs.

After several minutes of deliciously grinding I felt his erection through his pants.

We separated as he took me by both hands extending my arms and moving me in from one of his sides to the other. Then he took me back into him, lowering his hand and caressing my ass over my skirt, I was grinding hard against his sex.

If he had only known how wet my panties were by that time; I was wearing a pair of extremely racy transparent butterfly embroidered lace panties under my pleated cotton skirt that night.

I chose to imitate a move I had seen the other girls doing and bent my body backward until I was in an inverted U. I felt like I was limbo dancing again, almost prostrating myself before Rafael and loving that I was alive and with him there. I was having so much fun.

I arched backwards, my arms winding to the music

as I looked at him, almost touching the floor.

I saw him smiling down at me. Then he spun me around and hovered behind me. I continued to dance looking back at him as I tossed my long hair into the air. He was lifting up his shirt and I could see his washboard abdominal muscles.

I felt his hands on my hips and let him grind his pelvis against my round bottom. I arched backward again with him behind me, leaning back slowly

forming a U with my body, feeling his solid chest muscles against the back of my head with my hair

gradually running down to floor level from his glistening sweaty abs.

His hand moved to cup my lower ass cheek under my dress. I felt it tenderly squeezing my ass over my panty. Turning around again I encouraged him, biting his earlobe, climbing onto him, and tossing my head around like the other women around me; my hair was being flung like leather whips.

I climbed onto him again and again. I felt like I had wings! Reggae tends to bring out an animal and I surrendered to mine. I was no longer a shy little tourist from Illinois, I was a sex goddess. Rafael began catching me; fondling, kneading and squeezing my parts over my skirt and halter as everyone looked on.

I didn't mind at all, basking in the attention I was giving and getting; but he did. With a menacing look his eyes he made a slilent warning to the people around us who were being rude and not really partying. They stopped because they knew who he was, turning their backs to us.

Several men in the disco were eyeing me lustily but looked away in terror when Rafael spotted them, or came close to. That people feared this Latin lover drove me absolutely crazy.

As more couples crowded in with their backs to us we were all heavily into the soiree taking short breathers in-between songs. Two minutes into a

new song Rafael held me with my pelvis locked against his. I felt his hand sliding up my pleated cotton skirt caressing my sweaty inner thighs and my pussy, then back to my bottom. His fingers slid under my panty's waist line, moving down between my cheeks, to my anus, then moving lower.

He masturbated me over my panty, grinding his erection against my pussy. As he shifted his hand inside my panty toward the front, we slow danced in spite of the loud beats and I held him close in my arms and began biting his right shoulder muscle. Rafael was cupping my cunt with his strong hand continguing to masturbate me.

I was nipping harder with my front teeth when he rubbed my clit in just the right way between his fingers, and when I felt his middle finger sliding into me. His strong fingers rubbing up and down my clit made me so hot, "I want to have sex with you, Rafael Alvarez," I said. Rafael lowered his knees slightly and unzipped his fly. He reached into his underwear with his hand and pulled out his cock, carefully sliding it under my pleated cotton skirt.

I could feel his cock against my panty as he struggled to stuff it in; probing, slightly bending, tracing and rubbing it against the lace covering my slit. With his left hand he tugged my panty to the side. Smiling I climbed on him again and felt his hands groping my ass. Then he grabbed his long erect cock, and pointing it toward my entrance entered me in one swift motion.

His entire penis disappeared into my pussy unprotected, I shut my eyes in ecstasy. I began wincing as he lifted my leg under the knee and drove his unprotected cock into me again, and again; spearing it in and out of me. When he pulled out I was already going on my third orgasm; I had had two just as he ground into me while we danced.

"I think these are in the way, Paulette," he said referring to my panty. My new lace panties were now seeping in my warm sex secretions, raw sweat and my dancing partner's pre-ejaculate; a first.

"Yeah, they are," I responded.

"Let's get them off you, babe."

I felt his powerful fingers clinging to the crotch area and pulling down applying more and more pressure on the panty seams of the lace until they shattered and ripped. He held my destroyed panties in his hand and stuffed them in his pocket.

Then I climbed on him yet again and he caught me with his strong palms cupping my ass. I felt like I was flying as I continued to curl my back and toss my hair in all directions. He began impaling me slowly, lifting me up and down as my legs fastened around his waist. I heard him moaning against my ears as the music continued to pound against our eardrums.

We made love standing up for several minutes until he set me down. We began kissing passionately; "We have to get to my car, I can't hold back anymore Paulette," Rafael said stopping.

I thought that everybody would be staring at us but it was way too crowded by then and people were too drunk or busy falling in love to care. We sided out past sweaty bodies holding hands, tunneling through the crowd which had quadrupled since I had first arrived; we headed toward the same exit Rafael came in from by the bar.

As Rafael tugged my hand I couldn't help squeezing back hard with my fingers. Some of his warm semen was dripping from my cunt as he led me outside; I wanted him to ejaculate completely.

When we neared the exit his open palm struck the aluminum touch bar whacking the heavy door back hard against a brick wall outside. There were only a few cars parked there and I recognized his gray Ford Mustang convertible even though it had its top cranked down.

As he opened the car door the sensor activated light hit us. I knelt in front of him, undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly, and pulled down his dress pants and black elastic briefs with both hands, catching his springing fully erect penis in my mouth and sucking on it. I wanted the taste of him in my tongue and kept sucking on his cock.

He moaned and his knees buckled loving the feeling of my lips and being inside the tenderness of my warm mouth. With the light inside his car hitting us, his penis shined because it was coated in warm saliva. He raised me up and lifted me by the waist planting my ass on top of the Mustang's hood.

I undid what remained of his pants looking at him in the face asking him to fuck me. He lowered his dress pants more and I roughly tore open his shirt exposing his muscular torso. Soon his hands ran up under my skirt from the bottom of my thighs, squeezing my ass hard, one cheek in each of his large hands.

Licking up and down his chest like a kitten and kissing Rafael's pectorals tenderly, I caressed his ass over his tight briefs halfway down his ass, peeling them down further. I undid my halter top strings at the nape of my neck as his hands helped me unzip the lower portion.

Tan lines notwithstanding my bare braless bust was exposed to him for the first time. I looked at Rafael timidly. He looked down and back into my eyes telling me what a beautiful body I had. I asked him to make passionate love to me.

Rafael pulled both of my cheeks from under me towards him and sunk his cock into my soft pussy. I squirted on him several times as he constantly bought me close to, away, and past orgasm after orgasm, my bare heels dinting into his ass. His hands groped and squeezed my bust; my tits were sucked inside his large wet mouth, my nipples dripping with saliva.

He devoured me on top of that car of his. One minute his mouth was on my earlobe; his tongue tasting the wax inside my ear as his moans matched mine. The next he lifted me and his tongue was in my anus as my dress plunged with me inverted over the cold steel. I gave myself to him.

Rubbing, squeezing at the soft flesh on my ass his cock sunk in me unprotected coated in the tiny rivulets streaming from my silky pussy. I tasted Rafael's fresh saliva bursting inside my mouth from his breaching tongue as he continued kissing me so wantonly, and so longingly.

Finally his head jerked back hard and I knew he had ejaculated. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and his mouth opened wide as he cried out my name experiencing a full orgasm. I hugged him running my hands against his muscular back and through his hair as he finished filling my tiny pussy with his warm semen.

The band was still playing inside the disco. They were playing a lot of slow songs. A male vocalist kept repeating a song about love, passion, hatred and peace. Rafael set me back down laying his head against me as I stroked his hair with my fingers.

He asked me if I wanted more after a few more songs past and the band started to really play again, and when I said sure he set me down by the waist again. As a new vocalist took over the mike with a loud setlist of songs, Rafael adjusted the front seat of his convertible and said for me to get in the back and completely undress for him.

He looked around adjusting his breifs back in place. Taking his shirt completely off and then his pants he tossed them on the car floor smiling at me as I giggled from the interior; "Don't worry baby. Nobody comes back here." he said.

I made room for him in the back as he slid in in

only his briefs which he pulled off after shutting the car door. He told me to get on all fours and I obeyed, but told him to go slow. He told me to raise my ass in the air, so arching my back I leant into the leather with my hands digging into the cushions.

He parted my cheeks and I began feeling the tip of his tongue teasing the sides of my lips burying his face into me from the rear, then licking my slit. Then I felt the tip of his tongue on my anus for several minutes making me moan harder. I pulled my sweaty long hair to the side letting it hang from just one side of my naked body.

Taking his cock in his hand it wasn't long before he began fucking me like a wild bull, slamming into me hard as my body took the full force, began pummeling me with his pelvis like a jackhammer, my frame quaking as he crushed my heart shaped ass with his sweaty, hairy pelvis, his hands pulling my hips harder and faster, and in circles as he grunted.

He bunched up all of my hair in one of his hands and pulled back as my body glistened with musky sweat. I could see his bare ass from the rear view mirror, it was turbulently rocking back and into my curved hips. I felt a huge ogsasm starting to build inside of me as he mounted me; my eyes shut and my mouth began to widen as I grimaced and let out a cry.

He gave one of my cheeks a hard slap with his right hand that reverberated in the car mixing with our moans. "Fuck you have such a hot body Paulette!" he remarked scooping up one of my breasts from under me. Suddenly I felt a huge geyser of ejaculate running up my lower back. I bit down on my tongue as he screamed.

I screamed as well to prolong his pleasure as he finished unleashing tiny slashes of warm semen on my cheeks trying to catch his breath. I asked him to rub it all over me. Raphael's hands ran up and down my back and neck. I turned and lay back on the leather, covered in Rafael's seed, enjoying the raw sting on my skin.

I looked down seeing a white drizzle of his thick semen caught between my trimmed honey-chestnut pubic hairs in a trail. I realized he had ejaculated over, under and all over my lower body, up to my midfriff. The hottest night of my life had ended. You don't become apart of time, it becomes you.

After that night I only saw Rafael one last time for an early morning walk on the beach because he was married and couldn't compromise his life any further. When we came back home after our vacation I knew I couldn't call him again and would likely never see or hear from him again, but I was wrong.

After six months a letter arrived in the mailbox from Florida. It wasn't from Rafael but had his last name on it. I ran into my room and upon breaking the seal learned that Rafael had joined the military.