Flamenco Fire

“Más suave… no penséis… dejad que el cuerpo os lleve…”

Without a second thought, my body glides gently across the room, swaying to the music. The warm summer air brushes softly against my skin…

“…Eso… muy bien…con la cadera”

Cadera… What does that mean again? Never mind, just stay in the flow… Keep the movements fluid…

„¿Me entiendes?”

“No…eh…Si” “Sorry, I’m still learning… what does “cadera” mean again?”

“Hips, dear. No hay problema. You can just watch me and imitate my movements.”

The teacher makes every movement look effortless. His hips swing perfectly in time with the music, his body moving like clockwork.

I follow his movements with my hips.

It’s been an eternity since I last felt longing like this inside me. A longing to travel, and to dance. A longing for… freedom. Especially now, since the break-up…

This is my first solo trip in years. And here I am, finally, in Seville. That’s one item on my bucket list, checked off.

The second item on that list was a dance class. So why not try one here, in Seville? The only problem is, I read online that the classes were in English, but now… I barely understand a word.

“Muy bien, queridos. Very good.”

With a wide grin, he gives me a wink. The intensity of his gaze… does something to me.

„Entonces. Venga, ahora con los brazos. Con expresión. And now with the arms. Do it with passion…”

Just a few weeks ago, I never could have imagined how much I’d enjoy rediscovering my passion, and the fire it ignites inside me.

“Venga. That’s it for today. Muchas gracias!”

“Hey, was that your first class? Did you like it?”

“¡Muchísimo! ¡Gracias!”

“How about the Spanish… was that okay for you?”

“To be honest, it was a little harder than expected… but it was good to watch you.”

“Well... thank you.”

“I think, maybe sometimes it’s better not to try to understand everything with your head… but instead with your body.”

“Gracias, chicos. ¡Que tengáis una buena noche!”

He’s closer now, and the temperature seems to be rising in the room. I can feel myself getting warmer even as the other students leave the studio. I should go too, but my feet don’t want to start moving just yet.

“It’s true what you said – especially when it comes to flamenco!”

He brushes a curl out of his face, and I follow his movements more attentively than I should. I can’t deny that his presence makes me nervous.

“Flamenco…?”

“It’s an expression of the fire within us.” “I have a class on Tuesday. You should drop by.”

“Tuesday? Unfortunately I can’t make that. I’ll be gone by then.”

“no.. ¡Qué pena! To leave Seville without a little Flamenco is a real shame.”

The thought of travelling back home is completely at odds with how free I feel here. Maybe that’s why I give myself a little push to say…

“Could you teach me? Now?”

“Yes, of course.”

Did I really just…? If it weren’t for his confident, strong posture, I’d almost believe he was a little intimidated…

“Okay. Come here.”

His outstretched hand finds mine. Warm and assured, he wraps his fingers around mine, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

My heart suddenly starts beating faster. It’s a warm fluttering that spreads somewhere between my chest and my stomach. Like a tiny flame that slowly ignites…

“With Flamenco, it’s not just about the right steps. Flamenco begins here.”

He taps his fingers lightly against my sternum. Right on that spot where the fire burns within me.

“In your chest. In your breathing. In the way you handle the fire inside you.”

I try to remain calm, but his fingers start to feel heavier and hotter against my skin. My rapid breathing starts to give me away…

The closeness of him makes everything feel smaller. The room, my thoughts, but also the distance between us.

“Stand right there.”

His hand slips away from my sternum and travels gently but firmly down my lower back. He adjusts my posture slightly, making me aware of the tension in my own body.

That small movement suddenly feels much bigger than it should. It’s as if my whole body’s been waiting for someone to touch me right there.

“Si… just like that.”

His voice has gotten quieter, almost like he’s talking to himself.

“And now… start taking slow steps.”

I follow his instructions exactly, slowly taking one step after another. He holds his palm gently against my back, while my fingers rest in his other hand. As he looks down at me, I feel his warm breath on my neck.

I focus intently on every single step, and at the same time it feels like every movement happens automatically, without me needing to do anything. I feel every single one of his touches. His thumbs, moving ever so slightly. I sense his gaze on me while mine is fixed straight ahead. There’s a rising heat between us that’s become impossible to ignore.

“Don’t overthink it…”

He stops suddenly, in the middle of his next step. I pause too, and it occurs to me how close we are. Much too close…

“Feel it…”

The warmth of his breath caresses my cheek. For a brief movement, his gaze falls to my lips, and I know he senses it too. It feels as though the next few seconds pass in slow motion. As though there’s enough time to see reason. Enough time to turn around and leave. But also, enough time to want exactly the opposite…

“Tell me if you don’t want this…”

His hand lifts slowly to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“...But I really want to kiss you right now.”

There it is. That small flicker of desire in me. This isn’t a dance anymore, and it’s not a game either. This moment is pure and intense. And that’s exactly what feels so good.

“No. I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

A soft, almost surprised look flickers across his eyes, before that calm, warm confidence returns.

His kiss is tender and passionate, like he longs for this closeness as much as I do.

His large hands stroke my hips. I circle them gently against him, letting my desire lead me. My movements seem to provide the perfect accompaniment to his own.

“Hmmm…Tu piel… es tan suave. You feel so good…”

The fire within me and our kisses are growing even more urgent.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of passion with anybody. God, I’ve missed this heat, this intensity… and this endless desire.

Slowly, I pull his t-shirt over his head. I take in the whole scene, savouring the image. I don’t want to forget a single detail of this special dance lesson.

“Hmm… you’re so sexy.”

He meets my gaze and I feel his need, seeing the passion in his eyes. I could lose myself forever in those eyes.

Who would’ve thought the evening would end like this? The impulsiveness of it all drives him on even more.

“Do you really want this?”

“Si!”

His warm hands feel so good as they move under my shirt. They discover my breasts, stroking and caressing them.

I press my hips against him. I can feel how hard he is through his pants.

Slowly, I glide my hand down his firm stomach into his pants. His cock throbs against my palm as I begin to stroke him.

“That feels so good…”

He digs his hands into my ass cheeks. I lean into their firm grasp.

Then his hand finds my clit. His fingertips graze my most sensitive spot, feeling how wet I am through my leggings… first softly, then…

“Hmm… you’re already so wet.”

Then I feel his thumb. Firm.

We touch each other at the same time, like two dancers who’ve fallen out of rhythm.

“May I undress you?”

I just nod, because I can’t form a coherent word right now.

His determined hands glide under my T-shirt, before pulling it over my head. Without hesitating, they find their way to my breasts.

His lips follow the trail of his hands and he begins to kiss me softly. First between my breasts, then from the narrow hollow between my ribs, down towards my navel.

Then he pauses, and looks up at me.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

The tenderness in his voice is so warm and soothing. I can't remember the last time my ex looked at me like that.

“Hmm… I want to taste you.”

“Yes, please…”

I sense the growing heat between my legs as he slides off my leggings and underwear. His gaze is so intensely focused on me, that for a moment, I forget how to breathe. My heart shudders against my ribs, like it’s trying to keep up with the rhythm of the music.

The tender kisses between my thighs make me yearn for more of him. I grasp at his thick, curly hair and lean back, while his mouth finds its way from my thighs to my clit…

“Mmmm… ¡Qué rico! You taste so good.”

There’s so much sensuality in his touch. He varies the pressure, playing around with the intensity of his tongue. He knows exactly how to read the rhythm of my body. The quaking of my hips, together with the desire pulsing through me, overwhelms me completely.

“You want more? Fingers too?”

“Oh God, yes please…”

His fingers glide gently inside me. First one, then two, exploring my hot, wet centre. His movements are circling and rhythmic, growing faster and faster, flaring my desire to incredible heights.

“God… you’re so hot. I can feel the fire inside of you.”

For a moment the thought occurs to me that someone could walk in… but that turns me on even more.

The combination of his fingers massaging that particular spot inside me, and his tongue doing what it does so amazingly well… It’s driving me crazy. I’m… about to forget myself.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes! Don’t stop… please… please… I…”

“Yeah? Show me how much you like it. Come for me.”

“Yes! I… Oh God… I’m coming”

He withdraws from me slowly, leaving behind a longing feeling of emptiness. I feel the aftershocks of my climax; how my muscles pulse involuntarily around that emptiness, as if they yearn to have him back again.

“That was right on the mark.”

While he’s still inside me, his upper body sinks down onto mine. Our faces are very close.

“I couldn’t hold out any longer.”

“Me neither.”

His hands caress my back. The heat inside me is slowly subsiding.

“I told you… Flamenco is like fire.”

“So… that was all part of the dance lesson?”

“No, that was definitely a surprise!”