When Jim found a location to base his small accounting business, the owner of the property gave him an incredible deal on a five-year lease. At first, Jim was hesitant wondering what kind of business might take over the huge space adjacent to his but the owner convinced him that there would be no conflict of interest.

Two months later, a crew entered the adjacent space putting in expensive wood flooring, an extra restroom and overhead lights with dimmer switches. The day that they finished the work, the crew put a decal on the large plate glass window in front of the space: “Maria’s School of Dance; jazz, tap and ballroom.”

Jim never gave it much thought, imagining a long line of senior citizens weakly strolling in and out for dance lessons. To his surprise, there were a few “grey hairs” as he called them, but in the afternoons just before he closed, he began to see several young women, most of them Hispanic looking with long dark hair and shapely bodies.

As was his custom, Jim went to the office each Saturday to catch up on filing and odds and ends to have the office ready for opening on Monday. The first Saturday after the dance studio opened changed Jim’s life. There were swarms of women, all sizes and ages but only a few men who frequented the dance studio on Saturdays.

His curiosity got the better of him and Jim went next door one Saturday morning instead of working in his office. He met Maria and welcomed her to the community. She was forty-ish with a couple extra pounds on her waist and hips but she had a dynamite smile with sparkling white teeth and she made him feel warm inside. She offered to give him a free dance lesson to gain his interest in dancing.

Some years ago, his sister had forced Jim to take some dance lessons prior to her wedding, which turned out to be a good thing. He was told he was better than average for a beginner and women asked him to dance late into the evening at the wedding reception.

Consequently, Jim wanted something different, something that would attract women more than the standard ballroom dances. “I know just what will work for you,” Maria said. “We are having a dance contest in three months and each student chooses his or her own dance to perform. I have one girl, Jessica, who has chosen to dance the Bachata, but no one will do it with her.”

“I’ve never heard of it before,” admitted Jim.

“It’s a Latin dance, a cross between a Meringue and a Salsa, which originated in the Caribbean,” explained Maria. “Primarily all the moves are in the closed position, bodies touching from the hips down. It’s a very intense dance, very passionate.”

“Sign me up,” said Jim, “I’m all about touching bodies.”

“Jessica will be here for her lesson Monday evening; if you could come then, you could meet her and find out if she will accept you as her partner.”

Jim was at the dance studio as soon as Maria opened for business and he waited anxiously to meet Jessica. When she arrived, everybody knew it and flocked to her like a rock star. She was gracious but omniscient that she was special in their eyes. Jessica was also Hispanic, but had blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She was as petite as a teenager, although she appeared to be in her mid-thirties.

When Maria introduced them, they shook hands and hers felt like a feather in Jim’s grasp. She was beautiful, and she obviously liked attention. Maria told Jessica of Jim’s wish to be her partner for the contest.

“The Bachata is not just a Latin dance,” Jessica said to Jim, “It is a passionate dance, more than a Tango or a Pasa Doble. There are no formal turns or structured moves. For me, it is sex on the dance floor with your clothes on.”

Jim suddenly could only imagine sex on the floor with her, clothes on or not. He tried to remain calm and confident as they discussed the dance. “I’ve had enough Latin to feel comfortable doing a Bachata, and with a beautiful woman such as yourself, it would be an honor.”

With an accepting smile, Jessica led him away. “Let’s go to the practice room and I will show you what to expect with a Bachata with me,” she said. “Forget the dance shoes for now, I just want to see how we move together,” she said.

He started to hold her in a standard Latin dance position but she pressed her body up against his. “When you dance with me, my hands will be on your shoulders, holding you close. Instead of placing one hand in mine and one on my back, I want your hands…here,” she said as she moved both his hands to her ass.

Without music, she began stepping in place, moving her hips and grinding her body into his. “There needs to be no music to do the dance, but when the music is on, that’s when our bodies make love in front of everyone,” she said, staring into his eyes.

Jim played the game and matched her moves, blending his footwork with hers. It came easy to him and she soon smiled as they moved together. “Yes... yes… you have good rhythm, and our bodies fit well together!” she said happily. “I can even feel your erection between us.”

“Well, you have a magnificent ass and I’ll be hard the whole time we dance, Jessica.”

“Of course!” she said calmly, “Everyone expects us to be fucking on the dance floor when we Bachata; we just have to stay close and hide your erection.”

Jim decided that he would sell his house, his car and his business and dump it all into Bachata lessons until he ran out of money. Sex on the dance floor with your clothes on? Bring it on!

Jim and Jessica practiced three nights a week, inventing and reinventing new moves, taking some from the Rhumba, the Samba and Meringue to incorporate them into their dance performance.

The night of the dance contest, Jim thought he was ready. Jessica said he was ready, which pleased him because she was an accomplished dancer. Maria was amazed at how well Jessica and Jim were doing together. All the other students watched them perform as Jim and Jessica did their routine.

One by one, each student and his or her partner performed their chosen dance, and each couple received appreciative applause. The crowd moved in closer as Jessica and Jim walked to the center of the dance floor. Jim wore a tux and Jessica wore a tight form-fitting dress that showed every curve of her body.

Before they began, Jessica asked for the microphone, much to Jim’s surprise. Then she made an announcement that shocked not only Jim, but Maria and the entire audience.

“Tonight, Jim and I will dance the Bachata, the hottest of Latin dances. It is said that it was designed for lovers and by lovers and that nothing is needed but the music and two people who lust for each other. And so, tonight…” she said as she unzipped her dress, “tonight we will dance the Bachata naked, as it was meant to be done.”

Jessica was out of her dress, standing naked except for her dance shoes before Jim could recover from her announcement. She stepped forward and took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he pulled off his jacket. “Do you not want to make love to me, Jim?” she asked.

“Hell, yeah!” he whispered to her, “But not in front of the world!”

When he was naked except for his socks and dance shoes, Jim felt like an idiot, but he soon ignored his embarrassment as Jessica pressed her body against his, just as they had done for months during practice.

When the music started, Jim initiated the first move, as is the custom, with his hands filled with Jessica’s tight ass cheeks. When she moved her feet, shifting her weight, Jim could feel the muscles in her ass cheeks tightening in his hands. As had happened almost every time they danced fully clothed, Jim promptly got an erection.

Jessica pressed her upper body firmly against Jim and her nipples drilled into the hair on his chest. Their hips gyrated in perfect unison and Jim’s cock grew in the spot between Jessica’s thighs. Jim ignored the turns and twists they had practiced; he just continued grinding against Jessica and he thought he was safe until her face tilted and she kissed him softly on the mouth.

Her lips were so warm and her breath so sweet that Jim’s cock grew to full mast between her thighs. She pulled her face away from his, spread her legs, planted her feet firmly and stopped moving her hips. Suddenly Jim’s Latin moves did nothing but slide his cock back and forth between her thighs.

Someone in the audience gasped out loud, “Fuck!” Two minutes later, another person said it louder and the word was louder than the music. Then a faint chant began and built into something that controlled the dancers completely.

The audience chanted in beat with the music, ”Fuck... Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”

Jessica pushed a hand down between her and Jim’s body until she grasped his cock with her hand. She rubbed the tip through her slit a couple times and then slipped the head inside her. Jim stood still between her legs and followed the crowd’s chant, fucking Jessica on beat with the music. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her eyes dark smoldering pearls.

She licked her lips as Jim increased, doubling his strokes against the beat of the music. Sweat beaded on Jim’s back as the couple stood fucking in front of everyone and the crowd’s chanting changed. “Come… Come… Come… Come…”

Jessica stared at Jim and said, “Do it, my love, fill me, right here, right now!”

Grunting with his lust and groaning with the pleasure of his release, Jim unloaded his sperm into Jessica and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Unsure of how to handle their uncoupling in front of the crowd, Jim pulled out and lifted Jessica in his arms. He quickly carried her off the dance floor where their clothes remained strewn where they had been thrown. The crowd applauded and cheered as if he had killed a bull.

As she clung to him, he carried her in his arms to the closest point of refuge; Maria’s office. He let her down and they stood by the couch and kissed like long lost lovers. “I am dripping all over myself, let me go clean up,” she said as she went to the restroom.

Jim sat down on the sofa and within a minute, Maria came in with a silver trophy in her arms. “You won!” she exclaimed. “That was unprecedented!” She set the trophy down and as Jim stood up she hugged him. Then to his surprise she took his face in her hands and kissed him on the mouth. Long and hard.

Jim tried to pull free before Jessica could catch Maria kissing him. Maria grabbed his cock with one hand and said,” It is said that a man who is good on the dance floor is also good in bed. If you can fuck like that on the dance floor, I want your cock in me.” She pushed him down on the couch and Jim lay down to let her continue. There was something about her that captivated him.

She cupped his balls and lovingly sucked his cock, and when she was satisfied with his erection she stood and completely undressed. As she straddled his torso and swallowed his erection with her pussy, Jim stared at her large firm breasts as she pressed her weight down over him. She had captured his cock, literally and it was hers now.

She leaned back, putting her hands on Jim’s legs and began to slowly grind her body against his, working his cock inside her.

And then Jessica returned, noticed the trophy and dropped to her knees next to Jim’s face. “We won, my love; I knew we would; you are fantastic” She did not seem angry to see Maria riding Jim’s cock, which shocked him. Jessica kissed him on the lips for a long time and then stood up and straddled his chest.

“I am clean for you now,” she purred, and she slid forward slowly until her thighs cupped his face and he could smell her arousal. He lapped playfully through her slit and she adjusted her position, pulling his head with her hands until he drove his tongue into her sweet entrance.

When he pressed his tongue to her clit, Jessica rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit on his tongue, slowly at first and then moving faster, pressing him deeper. He looked up and watched her face as she took her pleasure. She closed her eyes, smiled and rocked and rocked.

Maria was having a rocking fest of her own on Jim’s cock, and although he could not see her, he heard her moans indicating her own pleasure. She murmured softly in Spanish as she moved up and down his shaft with a purpose.

Jessica settled down, letting Jim suck on her clit and she was breathing hard, her tight abs moving quickly. Jim’s chin was wet with Jessica’s sweetness. It could have been minutes but it seemed longer as Jim felt the two women taking their pleasure from his body and he was loving it, more and more. He had not given any thought to his own pending orgasm, until the women took over.

He felt Maria’s pussy tighten, drawing him deeper as she moaned loudly. Jessica, as if on cue, moaned as well and pulled Jim’s head hard into her body. Seemingly they choreographed their releases as each came at the same time, Jim exploding into Maria’s warmth, Maria grinding down on Jim’s cock and Jessica nearly smothering Jim in her excitement.

When it was all over and the three of them sat side by side on the couch, Jim was the first to catch his breath. “I don’t know about you ladies,” he said, “But I’m ready to start training for the next competition!”