by Dawning, Dee
She felt Kino’s right arm slide behind her neck, his hand draping from her far shoulder, inches above a breast. She sucked in a quick breath while her heart sped up ten mph. Then, as he laid his other hand on her thigh, she gasped. While erotic impulses centered in her core, a spark of desire flared into flame within her center. Thinking she might faint when his lips began kissing her visible cleavage, a voice saved her. “What can I get’cha?” They looked over and saw the cocktail waitress, her head leaning left, chewing gum.
She felt relieved. She needed something really cold to cool off and stiffen her resolve, but Kino didn’t look too happy to see the waitress.
She set a coaster in front of each of them. “Do you have frozen margaritas?”
“This is Honolulu, hun, not Juarez. How about a piña colada?”
Gloria’s fast rising temperature made her want to do something to cool off. Picking up the coaster, she began to fan herself. “A piña colada sounds fine.” That helped, but she really needed to fan under her skirt too to quench the fire there.
“Get’cha warm, did he? He’ll do that to you. We call him One-Shot Kino around here.”
“Sherri!” Kino bleated.
“Yeah, I know what you want, cutty and water.” Acting as if he couldn’t hear, she continued, “Gives you one or, if you’re lucky, two shots. He makes the rounds. I had my turn eight weeks ago. Two shots!” She winked.
Kino is a lothario? This could be perfect.
“Sherri. Damn you, this is very unprofessional of you. You want me to report you to Brad?”
“Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’ll get your drinks.”
After the fountain of information known as Sherri left, her cell phone rang. “Hello?”
“It’s Jessie. How’s it going?”
“Fine, why?”
“Just checking. Del is a card. I’ve always been a sucker for someone who could make me laugh.”
“Hold on a minute, will you? Kino, could you let me out? It’s Jessica and I need to talk with her.”
He slid out and stood. “Sure.”
She followed him out and kissed his cheek, so he knew she was still interested, despite what Sherri said, then stepped near the bar entrance and out of Kino’s view.
As she was about to speak to Jessie, Sherri stepped up to her. “I hope I didn’t scare you off. Kino is very good. I don’t regret a second of it, you’re in for a real treat.”
“I’m only visiting the island. You didn’t scare me off. Thanks for the heads up. If anything, you’ve made him sound irresistible.”
“Perfect, you’ll be a happy camper in the morning.” Sherri wagged her eyebrows then departed.
She went back to the phone she’d been holding. “Jessie, are you—”
“Yeah, I’m here and I heard. Is Kino some kind of libertine?”
“It looks that way. Jessie, would you think I was slutty if I just took him up to my room?”
“You keep thinking that. No one back in Vegas or LA would know a thing; women do stuff like this all the time. What matters is what you think. If you dig him and you’re okay with it, go for it.”
“Oh yeah, he rings my bells. Thanks, I know just what to do.”
“I might be right behind you with Del.”
Chapter Three - Sinning is Such Fun
She stood at the table beside Kino. “Hi. I’m back.”
Kino rose and she slid in the booth. When he sat back down she pecked him on the cheek. “Did you miss me?”
He smiled. “Of course.”
The drinks they ordered rested on the table. She plucked the palm tree decoration from the piña colada and took a sip through the miniature straw. “Mmmm, that hits the spot.”
Kino slipped his arm back around her and this time his hand rested on her thigh, even closer to her fast-warming clit. “I hope you don’t take all that stuff Sherri said seriously.”
She glared at him. “Why? Did she lie?”
Kino’s brows dipped at her apparently difficult question. “Well, no, but she exaggerated.”
She laid her hand over his. “Hmmm. Did she exaggerate when she told me what a fantastic lover you are?”
He blinked. “She said that?”
“Uh-huh. I’d like to ask a question and I want you to answer honestly. If you do, you can ask me one. I’ll answer you honestly.”
“Go ahead.”
She wondered if she surprised him by sidling in closer. “Did you have plans of scoring tonight?”
He ran long, thick fingers through his coarse, wavy hair. “The truth, huh?” She nodded. “Okay, yes, I had designs on you. You’re hot.”
“Ah-huh. I thought so. Typical male. Now, since you were truthful, you can ask me a question.”
His fingers and thumb cupped his jaw in a thoughtful pose. “Hmmm…would you like to have sex with me?” Before she could answer, he leaned in and his lips picked up where they left off at Sherri’s arrival. Tormenting my neck, he switched between nibbling kisses and soft bites, as his teeth sank into my skin as an obvious inducement to say yes.
“I could answer that question with a single word, but let me give an explanation. I’m in love with someone. We lived together until three months ago when he moved back to his hometown—St. Louis. That was very bad for me. I sulked for over two months, then some good things started to happen. My sister won this trip and brought me to Hawaii, and just before we left, I was promoted to lead dancer and assistant choreographer.”
Even in the darkened room, his wide eyes were visible. “Wait, hold on. You’re a dancer?”
“Yes. In one of the girly shows in Vegas—Zumanity.”
“Wow. That’s something. I’ve never done anything professional, but I’ve been involved in dancing since I was eight.”
“That’s fantastic.”
“You know. I really like you. Yes, I’d like to go to bed with you. Why shouldn’t I, you’re gorgeous and truthfully, I’m a little curious about the alleged sexuality of black women. However, I’m willing to wait until you want to, if ever.”
I want to now.
“If we make love, wonderful, and if we don’t, that’s okay.”
No it’s not, dammit.
“I don’t need any more notches in my headboard.”
Yes, you do. You need mine.
“I have an idea. Tomorrow, I want to take you to the dance studio I use. We’ll work out together. Would you like that?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t bring a leo or shoes. I have nothing.”
He looked so animated, so happy, she just had to go along. “I’ll tell you what. I have a friend about your size. I’ll stop by her place on the way in and borrow some from her. Is that all right?”
Hoping her disappointment didn’t show, she nodded.
“Do you use leg warmers?”
She nodded. “If she has them.”
“Great. It’s a date. Let’s finish off the night by dancing a set, then I’ll take you back to the hotel so you’ll be nice and fresh in the morning. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Just like that, her date with the Hawaiian hottie ended disappointedly with her honor for the night intact. Tomorrow will be another day.
* * * *
She opened her eyes to the squawk of gulls and sat up. She walked out on the balcony in her nightshirt and inhaled a deep drag of ocean air. It was so beautiful here, she could almost feel the presence of the creator.
She’d hoped to wake up naked in Kino’s powerful arms, a satisfied woman who had once more known the pleasure of a man—a godlike man.
Jessie. She wondered how she ended up? It was still early, but she decided to knock on the door to our adjoining rooms. “Jess, are you there?” No answer, she turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The bed had not been slept in. There was no sign of her.
Jessie, you sly dog. I hope you fucked his socks off.
She picked up the phone, thinking she’d call, then decided it was still too early to call her.
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She knew Glory was in good hands, so she didn’t feel bad leaving her with Kino. After a couple drinks and a half dozen dances, Del took her to his room at the Ala Moana Hotel. He really was a good dancer, better than Darnell. Of course, recalling the rumor ‘good dancers make good lovers’ had her dying to check him out. The conclusion? She was a believer. Del was attentive and sweet, and a devilishly good lover.
She glanced at him. He was still sleeping. The clock read 7:15. She laughed silently. She must not have regretted it, because she was up early. Quietly slipping out of bed, she took her phone into the bathroom. She needed to call baby sis and find out if Kino lived up to their lofty expectations. Sitting on the toilet, she dialed her number.
“Hello.”
“Was the Hawaiian bartender as good as he looked?”
There was silence and then, “Oh, Jessie! I was having an internal debate about calling you. How was your paleface?”
“Better than expected. I’ll tell you about it, but I’m dying to know how your hunk of a date was.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know. I may never find out. I was about to close the deal and slam him into bed, when somehow, I screwed it up. I started to give this long, detailed explanation of why I wanted to fuck him. When I told him I was a dancer, you would have thought a halo formed around my shoulder-length curly do. After that, he went from Casanova to my best friend and said he was willing to wait until I was ready. He likes me. Do you believe that? He said he likes me as if that’s a reason not to have sex with someone. Silly me, I thought you had sex with someone because you liked them.”
“I don’t get it, baby. What does being a dancer have to do with this change in attitude?”
“I guess, we’re soul mates, not like a sister or a brother, but as dancers. He’s been dancing since eight and apparently he loves dancing more than he loves sex with moi. So here I sit, half wound up, then wound down, hornier than a monk at Beltane, frustrated, waiting for my Polynesian dreamboat to take me to his dance studio. I swear, I hope they have a shower there, because like me or not, I’m going to ambush that boy.”
Jess laughed.
“Damn it, Jessie, it’s not funny. I better hang up and get ready. He’s going to be here in an hour. Hopefully I’ll have more to report in my next phone call.”
“Bye, baby, I’m sure he’s worth the wait.”
“Hope you’re right, Jess. I love you.”
“I love you, too. Bye.”
“Bye.”
* * * *
At nine sharp, Kino rapped on her door. When she opened it, a big, white, beatific smile stared her in the face. “Hi, I have your dancing clothes right here.”
She lowered her gaze and saw a white leo, purple leg warmers, dance shorts, toe shoes and modern dance shoes. “Ballet, too?”
He nodded.
“I haven’t practiced ballet in ten years.”
“Good, maybe you won’t show me up too bad then.”
“Just because I make a living at it doesn’t make me a star.”
“Sure, they take any old dancer and make them lead dancers. And while they’re at it they take the worst ones and let them do the choreography.”
Gloria pursed her lips. Noticing he already wore his dance paraphernalia, she decided to change there, rather than at the studio. “I’ll change into these, then we can leave.” She went into the dressing alcove and took off her robe. As she put it on a hanger, she scoped Kino gaping at her in the mirror. At least he has enough interest to steal a look at me naked. She took her time dressing, but unfortunately, after donning the first item, the leotard, she was effectively dressed. Wearing everything but the dance shoes, she stepped out wearing tennies. “I’m ready.”
* * * *
They pulled up to Dance Hawaii, as they called the dance center. It was in a warehouse located in an industrial area, as many are. She stepped out of the Jeep and accompanied him. Surprisingly, being there invigorated her. Dancing was her life and that life had begun in a dance/gymnastics studio not unlike this in Compton, California, when she was six. She hadn’t been to a dance center for three years when she’d moved to Las Vegas. Nostalgia came flooding back to her as she walked through the front door. Kino grasped her hand and led her toward a tiny Asian woman in the center of the dance group. “Keko, I’d like you to meet Gloria Owens.”
She bowed her head. “Much pleased to meet you, Gloria.”
“Thank you. I too am pleased, but I must tell you my last name is Carter.”
Kino frowned. “I’m sorry. I never thought your sister’s last name might be different.”
She nodded. “It’s all right.”
“Gloria, Keko is native born but Japanese. There are many Japanese here.”
“Keko, Gloria is visiting from the mainland. She is a professional dancer in Las Vegas. She must be very good because they just named her lead dancer. In a Cirque du Soleil show.”
Keko nodded and bowed. “Yes, very good. I be happy to watch. There so little opportunity for dancers here—except hula.” She tittered.
“I would imagine. I see everyone is warming up for ballet. I must tell you, I haven’t practiced ballet in ten years.”
“It not matter, dance is dance. You be fine. Kino is one of best and he help you.”
She nodded, and Kino and she took a place along the wall. After she put the toe shoes on, she warmed up on the ballet barre. There were about eight of them, including one other man. At first, they all danced at the same time, but then they went individually. She went early, and though she stumbled and almost fell, they applauded her.
Keko came up to her and bowed. “You are graceful, like a gazelle. It hard to believe you no dance ballet for so long.”
“Thank you.”
The rest of the class varied in proficiency. Some good, some not so good, but the one that was extraordinary was the last one—Kino. The cat-like grace, the leaps, the raw power, he surely was a dancer that deserved to be on stage. For the class finale, Kino and she danced as a pair. Not able to see it, she intuitively knew it was breathtaking. Apparently, the classmates agreed, because they clapped heartily and congratulated them as they left.
Afterward, Kino, Keko and her talked until the next group—modern dance—trickled in. Here again, Kino excelled, though not at the high level he had in ballet.
After the class finished, Kino embraced her. “I really enjoyed this. You are an amazing talent. Let me take a quick shower and I’ll buy you lunch. Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to take a shower? You can go first if you do.”
How about at the same time? “No, you go ahead. I’ll wait for you.”
After he’d been gone about ninety seconds, she slipped into the locker room. She heard water running and headed toward the sound. She peeked around the corner. The shower was an open tile shower stall with six heads He stood under the second from the right. What a sight he was—strong, muscular legs supporting taut, dimpled buns. His thin waist V’ed out to broad shoulders. His skin tone was a warm raw sienna in a gradient not much lighter than her own. She licked her lips when she saw his luscious cock. It wasn’t hard but it was big, as if it were. Hurriedly, she stripped and casually walked into the shower. “I hope it’s all right. I changed my mind.” She squished her nose as she pretended to smell her armpits. “I smell a little ripe.”
He didn’t say a word, scanning her body for the longest time.
She smiled through squinting, knowing eyes. “I don’t suppose I can borrow the soap?”
“You are beautiful.”
“Yeah, well, I’m digging what I’m seeing, too, Kino. The soap?”
He looked at his hand that held the bar of soap. “Oof. Sorry.” He threw the soap and she caught it.
“Thanks, this water is kind of cold. Is yours?”
“No, let me feel yours.” He came over and she nearly jumped in the air as his beautiful cock brushed her thigh while running a hand under the water. “It is cold. Ahh, this knob was turned down
. How’s that?”
“Much better, but I’m still cold. Do you think you could join me under the water and hold me?”
He stepped into the stream of water and embraced her, wrapping his muscular arms around her. He kissed her ear just under her curly ringlets. She gasped as she felt his hard weapon jabbing her in the back. She turned and kissed him back passionately.
“Ooh.” He sighed as she began stroking him, using the soap bar as a lubricant. Through repetitive groans, she whispered in his ear, “I need to make sure this is nice and clean since I plan on taking it into my mouth.”
“Ahh, yes, baby. Make it good and clean.”
She handed the soap to him and turned so her back was toward him. He started with her shoulders and worked down. Washing the sway of her back, he spoke, “What a sexy ass you have.”
She laughed and subtly parted her feet. The continuous spray of hot water and steam highlighted the ambiance of their liaison. She had gone from cold to warm in seconds, and with Kino’s help, was getting hotter by the second. Stooping to wash her ass and legs, his fingers explored her inner thighs and the wildly sensitive area just above. She widened her stance further and reached out to the wall to steady myself. Her eyes closed to direct every ounce of concentration on the divine sensations that were emanating below—from the erotic activities of his talented digits in her nether regions. Her heart raced and her breathing came in short gasps with each sensuous thing he did to her. When his fingers parted the crack in her rump, she bent over and stuck her ass in the air like a cat in heat. The invitation seemed to be too much for the Hawaiian hunk as fingers entered her pussy and anus simultaneously. She could barely stand—her legs felt like Jell-O. She spread her legs even more and locked her joints in place. Like the gymnast she used to be, she rested the palms of her hands on the tile floor and offered her ass up as if it were a sacrifice to this man/god.
“Don’t move.” She watched him run to his clothes, which rested on a bench beside hers. He pulled a foil-wrapped condom from his wallet, held it up for her to see and grinned.
In seconds, she quivered and gasped as he entered her ravenously hungry pussy. As the hot spray shot out from the wall directly to her ass, the mist swirled around them. The walls of her hot lubricous channel surrounded and clenched around him tight with each thrust of his godlike organ. Tremors of pleasure/lust spasmed through her with each hardy thrust of his magic wand.
