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A Key West Tango: Smoking Hot Blowjob

I heard a distant rumble as the waves crashed against the sand and the pier, a cacophony of laughter, music and breezy tropical air, in a distant call of some divine pleasure. Passing beneath palm trees, I came upon an old stucco building, its sultriness beyond comparison. I enter the courtyard of murky greens, and colorful blooms, a sweetened aroma of smoke permeating the air. I am taken back by the night’s beauty, as I meet eyes with the man that awaits me. A whisper of raw seduction in a Key West Tango, a grander introduction could not be found this evening.

For moments, we just stood, before I slowly approached him, and his defined handsome face. His eyes full of fear and excitement, he never broke eye contact as told me this story of nights spent in wild pleasure. He wraps an arm around me and pulls my close. The scent of his tobacco and warmth of his embrace sets my soul aglow. As his voice labored with desire, and deep raw emotion, he whisper softly of the night. His closes his mouth and embraces me closer, this key west tango had begun.

In one breathtaking moment, we move together, and his lungs with heady exhales as he fights to suppress a deep moan. His grasp increases, and with each gentle sway, our pleasure builds higher and higher until the ecstasy is completely unbearable. His hands neck softly around my head, his lips exploring mine feverishly until the anticipation explodes into an unforgettable memory of burning spies and a smoking hot blowjob beneath swaying palm trees.

Table of Contents

• 1. The Strangers Who Pass in the Night
• 2. Pre-Tango Warm Up
• 3. Lights, Camera, Action: embraced in the Tango
• 4. Ubuntu: Sharing Hot Wet Bliss
• In Retrospect

1. The Strangers Who Pass in the Night

My heart was in my throat as I stood in the shadows of the humid night of Key West. The salty ocean breeze wrapping around me like a whisper of what was to come. His eyes pierce across the empty square, gazing intently into mine. His face lit by the faint glow of the street lamp behind, frames a chiseled face and broad shoulders. The way he stares longingly, it was like he was telling me to come closer without words. I walk closer, until I am in touching distance. His strong hands pulling me close, and our lips pressed together instantly. I can taste the slight hint of his cigar as I move my tongue around his. His hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

He grabs my left hand and spins me around, drawing me in tight against his chest. His thumb caressing my lower lip as he pulls away, before sweeping me down to the ground. All I can feel is his strong body pressing against mine and our mouths uniting in a passionate dance. His lips exploring my neck with a sensuality that sent a thrill through my body, and a pulse from my loins to my heart. The heat of his body was like a furnace, and as our clothes began to ripple to the ground, I could feel his hard body against my skin like a raging summer storm. His touch sweet and intoxicating, and my body alive with the passion of a thousand stars.

• We locked hands, our eyes fixed together: lost in a feverish trance of desire and pleasure.
• The heat of his lips like fire on my skin: every fiber of my body alive with passion.
• The intensity was like a brush of electricity: every touch felt like an eternal bliss.

And then, with one smooth move, he laid me back and his decadent lips and tongue found their way to the spot of pleasure no one had ever found before. As the warmth of his mouth sent me to dizzying heights of pleasure, I could feel my body surrendering as I surrender to a blissful oblivion.

2. Pre-Tango Warm Up

I felt his eyes burning with anticipation as he stepped into my room. He had a devilish grin that seemed to suggest he was ready for whatever I had in store for him. I motioned for him to come closer and guide him into a tight embrace. His body was pressed firmly against mine, warm skin and hard muscles begging to be touched. The intensity was already palpable.

I moved my hands along his shoulders and down his back, causing a slight shiver that he tried to conceal. His breath became heavier, a subtle indication of his rising level of arousal. I could feel his bulge pressed against my own while his hands found the contours of my waist. I moved my face downward to meet his and could tell that he was ready. He closed his eyes and his lips parted just enough for me to taste him. His taste was a mix of cigarettes and whiskey that filled my mouth, causing me to intensify the kiss. He responded hungrily and with passion as I explored every inch of his mouth.

The intensity of his passionate kiss had driven us to a frenzy. His breath on me was hot and heavy. His hands made their way around to grip my neck before moving south to massage my chest and abs. It was pure pleasure and I was begging for more. I straddled him and felt his arousal grow even stronger as I teased him. It was clear that I had him right where I wanted him – I wanted to make sure he had the most intense sexual experience of his life.

3. Lights, Camera, Action: embraced in the Tango

The Dance Begins

I stood there in the club, in the middle of the pulsating techno music, the flashing strobe lights and the heat of the dancers around me. It was a beautiful moment, but there was one thing missing, one thing I needed to make it perfect. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I turned I was greeted with the vision of a stunning Latin man. Without saying a word he smiled, took my hand and led me to the dancefloor.

We moved together, arms around each other’s waist, bodies entwined as one. His firm muscles pressed against mine as we moved in perfect synergy which seemed to go beyond a mere physical connection. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my body heat up; a passionate energy that I had been longing to experience. Then, as if on cue, he took a step back and our eyes locked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I could already feel the anticipation welling up inside me; my eyes fixed on his full lips, eagerly waiting for his next move. He was the focus of the room, and I felt a wave of passion overtake me as he leaned in for a kiss.

The following few moments were a blur of pleasure. We kept dancing, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands travelling down my body as he backed me up against the wall. Finally, my dream was coming true as I felt his hand pull down my pants, his breath on my neck before his lips finally met my cock. In that split second, I felt a wave of pleasure engulf me that I have never experienced since, and that I will never forget.

4. Ubuntu: Sharing Hot Wet Bliss

The intensity of the humidity pressed around us and formed a cocoon of sultry heat that I was quickly losing myself in. As we stood in front of each other undressing, electricity crackled between us. I consummately undid every button, every buckle, watching as each piece of clothing was discarded, leaving naught but one another’s eyes to admire.

• His body – toned and golden – was a holy temple and a secret garden, both for me to explore. His skin quivered under my caress as I began my rodney of discovery, running my hands all over, letting my tongue map the contours of his glorious form.
• His lips – a sinful invitation – were sweat-tinted and full, yielding sweetly to my kiss. His breath wasregally sweet and his tongue delicately inquisitive, as it probed me as deeply as I did him.

For a moment, we were content to remain in silent awe of each other, aroused and anxious. Yet, a great urge shook us and soon, I found myself slamming him against the wall, desperately pushing him to lift his leg and wrap it over mine. We were animals unleashed, driven by carnality. Like a conduit of liquid fire, ik sang through my veins, setting every nerve alight as he gave himself to me. Eagerly, he yielded, surrendered and gave before me, and soon I was rapturously enthralled in his passion. At that moment, Ubuntu was a shared bliss that I’d never forget.

In Retrospect

The Key West Tango was the only dance I’d ever do again. It was smoking hot and a night I would never forget. I left satiated and tingling, and I returned many times over to try and capture the same electricity and heat of that extraordinary night. Though I never found it again, I knew it was worth it, and I knew that the moment shared between us was something I’d never forget — a sublime, secret Key West Tango.