Fionah Gaarth Too Many Lovers Part 1: Sexy Dance 
 
 
 Part 1: Sexy Dance 
 My name is Roxanne Webster (née LeGap), but everyone just calls me Rox. I am 28 year old and work as a PA at Brady & Brady Law Firm. I was born and bred in Paris, France, but moved to beautiful Los Angeles, California, at the age of 21. I wanted to learn English, meet guys, and live life to the full. I did all that and eventually got married to Charlie Webster, just like in a fairy tale. 
 
 
   
 
 
 We did not live happily ever after. 
 
 
   
 
 
 This is my story. 
 
 
   
 
 
 
                                           7 June  
 
 
 
   
 
 
 I looked at myself in the huge mirror at the dance studio. My toned tummy, my bouncy bum, my firm, round breasts; I had to admit, I looked exceptionally sexy in my short floral skirt and red bra top. Just before entering the room,  I had slipped on my favorite red, high-heeled stilettos. Yes, always high heels, flats weren’t for me. 
 
 
   
 
 
 People were slowly arriving. As usual, I was early for my weekly dance lesson at Alejandro’s Dance Studio. I wasn’t a professional dancer, but Alejandro had told me on numerous occasions how good I was at Salsa. The truth, was that dancing had a cathartic effect on me, so I would always let my hair down, and have the time of my life. You see, I had a husband, a stressful job and a non-active social life, so dancing was a way for me to escape my daily routine. 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Good evening everyone!” It was Alejandro, shouting over the loud music, as he entered the room. I could already feel his gaze on me despite the fact that the room was filled with gorgeous women. 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Hi Rox” he said winking at me. 
 
 
   
 
 
 Alejandro Vasquez, was the owner of the dance studio located in downtown Los Angeles. He was a Brazilian God. He was tall and muscular, and had long hair which he kept into a ponytail. He always looked like he’d just spent the day at the beach: all tanned and yummy. I jumped at his deep, sexy voice, with a strong Portuguese accent. “I hope everyone is ready for this lesson! Let’s go!” 
 
 
   
 
 
 He started his dance moves, and everyone followed his routine. We always started the lesson with the same routine, which lasted for about ten minutes. The goal was to get everyone in the mood after a long day at work. We were encouraged to sing along, to laugh, to scream, everything that would make us relax and ready for the couple dance. 
 
 
   
 
 
 I glanced around the room while performing my routine. Allan, my usual dance partner seemed to be absent today, which meant that Alejandro would probably be dancing with me. Hurray! I thought. I had met Allan here and we had been paired together because we had been the only one to arrive without a partner. To be honest, I never missed Allan when he was absent, he was neither particularly handsome nor a very good dancer. But he had a good sense of humour, which made the sessions bearable. 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Ok everyone, all to your dance partners! Let’s get those bodies moving together” Alejandro said with a little laugh. He then looked at me, noticing that Allan was not there. 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Serena, it’s seem that we will have to dance together today” he said with a smile. 
 
 
   
 
 
 I did not even try to hide my excitement. I’ve had the chance of dancing with Alejandro a few times before, and the experience was beyond what I had imagined before. 
 
 
   
 
 
 He grabbed my waist and as we started to dance, and I could feel the heat rising as he placed his hands on the small of my back.  He knew I was married but that had never seemed to bother him. He had been flirting with me the day since I started my lessons with him 3 months before. I was always pushing him away, gently,  but I had a feeling that my defence wall was rapidly tumbling down. His hand discretely moved two inches down to rest on my bum. I’m not sure if anyone noticed, I glanced around but everyone seemed to be concentrating on their own routine. 
 
 
   
 
 
 The rest of lesson was spent dancing, and flirting with Alejandro while and an intense heat rose inside of me. The class ended at 7pm and I went to the locker room to change. I heard footstep behind me. I knew I was the only one left as everyone else had gone right after the lesson. I think I did it on purpose, I craved to be alone with Alejandro. 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Hey” I heard, “is everything alright?” 
 
 
   
 
 
 “Yes, everything is fine” I jumped and turned around and saw that he was walking towards me. 
 
 
   
 
 
 He was only wearing his exercise pants. His muscular chest was bare. I realised I was only half dressed myself. I only had a lacy bra and a matching lacy thongs. It didn’t seem to bother him, instead I could him see staring appreciatively at me. I felt a surge of desire soar inside of me. 
 
 
   
 
 
 He continued to walk towards me until he was standing just a couple of inches in front me. He looked straight at me as he began brushing my right arm with his finger. He then kissed me passionately on the lips. I didn’t even try to resist. He pushed me against a locker while his hands made his way up my thighs. His fingers were soon brushing between my legs as I moved them apart. I heard him moan as he discovered how wet I already was. I gasped. He played with my clitoris before inserted a finger inside. His other hand, cupped my breast as his mouth covered my nipples. After a while, he removed his finger from my vagina, sucked on it and put it back inside of me to finger fuck me some more. 
 
 
   
 
 
 I didn’t want to come, no, not yet!   
 
 
   
 
 
 I gently removed his finger from my pussy; I slowly knelt down, slid my hand into his pants and took his penis in my mouth. He was big and hard. And I sucked, holding him firmly in one hand. He grabbed my long black hair as I sucked harder and deeper. He was moaning with pleasure. When he felt he was about to come, he pulled me to my feet, turned me around, pushed me against the locker and pulled down my knickers and entered me. He rocked himself slowly at first, then he started fucking me faster and faster. I came first, the orgasm was so intense that I  let out a loud scream. A few moments later he climaxed too as he buried his face in my hair. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 When I got back home, my husband Charlie was already fast asleep. I went to the night table, pulled open the drawer, and popped my daily tablet into my mouth. This tablet could have passed for a contraceptive pill, but it wasn’t. Like every night when I took it, it brought back a painful memory from years ago. My lip quivered, and I quickly pushed this familiar thought away. 
 
 
   
 
 
 I got undressed and crawled into bed without bothering to take a shower. 
 
 
   
 
 
 The next day, when I woke up, Charlie had already gone. Charlie worked as teller at the bank and had to be at work early. 
 
 
   
 
 
 I remembered last night’s event and felt somehow guilty. I was cheating on my husband, but Alejandro was not the only man I I’ve had sex with lately. I could handle one extra-marital affair, but two at the same time. This was going to be complicated. 
   
   
 
 Part 2, from the  Too Many Lovers  mini series, coming soon! Don't forget to leave a feedback :-) 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: February 14th 2022 https://www.bookrix.com/-zje3fb7f3c28775