Maribel loved music. She found joy and freedom in immersing herself in it with total abandon. Her body naturally accompanied its rhythm, as every beat orchestrated the sensuous undulations of her hips and the movement of her feet.
Jose would periodically pull her towards him, as if to remind her that she was not alone in a dance floor full of sweating and gyrating bodies. This particular time, he pulled her close enough to steal a kiss. Maribel liked the kiss so much, that she slowed down enough to put her arms around his neck and kiss him some more, while still gently swaying to the rhythm of the music.
At this proximity, Jose’s hands commenced the exploration of her body. They brazenly traveled down her back and around to encompass her hips, then traveled upwards again to cup the perimeters of her breasts. If it had been, another day, in other circumstances, Maribel would have smacked his hands away. Tonight she did not care. Under the influence of the drinks, the music, and her celebratory mood, she permitted herself to enjoy the feel of his hands on her body, even as his fingers shamelessly insinuated inside her blouse to dive inside her corset.
Maribel reveled in the feel of his rough, callous hand abrading the sanity smooth surface of her breast. The moan of unexpected delight when his chaffing fingers pressed her ultra sensitive nipple was lost in the intense kiss she responded with.
Much later, when Saturday retreated to make room for a nascent Sunday, they slipped out together after telling Cecilia that Jose would give her a ride home. Cecilia did not think that was a good idea, but she simply told her to please be careful. Perhaps if Maribel had heeded those words, she would have been aware of the man which had followed them from the nightclub. As it was, her body was in sensory overload, and she paid no attention to minor particulars.
They drove to a park and Maribel told him she wanted to play on the swings. They tenderly embraced and kissed on the way there. Maribel ran to the swing, and asked Jose to push her to gain momentum. He pretended to, while all the while he was grabbing her rear end, and bestowing little kisses on the back of her neck and upper back which caused Maribel to squeal in delight and laughter, for that was surely the most sensitive spot for her…or perhaps the second most sensitive spot. He own laughter sounded foreign to her, for it seemed so long since she had heard it.
Jose knew the effect this was having on Maribel, and walked around to the front of the swing kiss her some more, while his callous hands delved once again into the cleavage of her corset. Not having access to her panties through her pantyhose, he created a tear on the sheer fabric, which ingeniously gave him access to the apex between her legs. He was industrious and wasted no time in inserting a finger into her, finding her wet and pliant.
After taking the necessary precautions, they utilized the momentum of the swing to rock back and forth as her legs wrapped around his hips, while Jose plunged violently into her. When she turned her head sideways as Jose was driving into her, Maribel perceived the shadowed figure of a man sitting on a nearby park bench. Although she could not make out his face, the moonlit night highlighted the continuous movement of his hand as he masturbated.
To be continued...
