SEX WITH THE TANGO JUDGE

COY'S POV

The grand ballroom was abuzz with excitement as I stepped onto the dance floor, my vibrant tango dress shimmering under the sparkling chandeliers. My instructor, a seasoned dancer with a kind smile, offered his arm, and I took it gracefully, feeling like a true Argentine tango queen. As we made our way to our designated spot, my eyes locked onto my dancing partner, Dam, who was looking dashing in his sleek black suit. I waved and smiled, and Dam's face lit up with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

As the music began, I and Dam took our  positions, our bodies poised and ready. The opening notes of the tango filled the air, and I felt my  heart race with anticipation. I and Dam had practiced tirelessly for this moment, perfecting our steps, our timing, and our connection. And now, it was time to put it all on display.

With a confident nod, Dam and I  launched into the dance, our bodies moving in perfect sync. My dress swirled around me, a kaleidoscope of colors as I twirled and spun across the floor. Dam's eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with intensity as we danced, our  movements a testament to the passion and fire of the tango.

The crowd was entranced, mesmerized by our couple's chemistry and skill. I felt alive, lost in the music and the moment, my heart pounding with excitement. This was what I had been working towards.The thrill of performance, the rush of adrenaline, and the joy of sharing my love of dance with the world.

As the music reached its climax, Dam and I struck our final pose, our bodies frozen in a dramatic, passionate tableau. The audience erupted into applause, cheering and whistling as Dam and I took their bows, beaming with pride and exhilaration.

As I made my way to change into a mini gown, I couldn't shake off the excitement from my performance. I was looking forward to watching the rest of the dancers and cheering on my friends. But, little did I know, my night was about to take an unexpected turn.

As I walked towards the entrance, I was struck by the heavenly scent of a guy's perfume. My eyes scanned the area, and that's when I saw him - the same guy I had met at the entrance earlier. Our eyes locked, and I felt a sudden jolt of attraction. My body responded in ways I couldn't control, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I had to take a deep breath and remind myself how to walk again.

Feeling restless and flustered, I excused myself to visit the restroom. As I entered, I was hit with the pungent smell of cigarettes. My curiosity piqued, I followed the scent to the fifth compartment, and that's where I found him - the guy from the entrance. He was leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Looks like we keep running into each other," he said, his voice low and husky. "Fate, perhaps?"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took a step closer. The air was thick with tension, and I knew I had to make a choice - embrace the excitement or walk away. 

The guy moved closer and dragged me to himself, pressing his body against mine.He placed his cigarettes in my mouth with a soft kiss.I coughed…...and he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sorry, not used to it?" he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I shook my head, still trying to process what was happening. The cigarette dangled from my lips, and he took it back, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent shivers down my spine.

Without a word, he pulled me into the compartment, his body pressing against mine. I felt his warmth, his scent, and his energy enveloping me. It was overwhelming, yet exhilarating.

He took another drag on the cigarette, the smoke curling around us. Our faces were inches apart, our eyes locked in a silent understanding.

Suddenly, he crushed the cigarette under his foot and took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. 

So you don't remember me.I was the guy you had a one-night-quickie with at your birthday party. Probably your boyfriend upset you.Why didn't you call me since then?he asked me .

How did you know I was doing a birthday,I don't remember inviting you.I mumbled.

I rode 50 miles on my bike to attend the birthday.I didn't know I will get to have sex with you that day.I guess I was blessed....he chuckled.

I was taken aback by his words, my mind racing to process the situation. "Wait, what? You're...you're the guy from my birthday party?" I stammered, my eyes wide with surprise.

He nodded, a sly grin spreading across his face. "The one and only. I have to say, I'm a bit disappointed you didn't call me after that night. I thought we had a connection," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "I...I don't remember inviting you to my party. And I definitely don't remember having a one-night stand with you," I said, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Snapchat, my dear. You invited me yourself. And as for the one-night stand...well, let's just say it was a birthday to remember," he said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a flutter in my chest as he took a step closer, his body inches from mine. "You rode a lot of miles on your bike to attend my party? I had no idea," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "I wanted to surprise you. And I have to say, it was worth it. You were...amazing," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he took another step closer, his body pressing against mine. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, my heart racing with excitement.

He smiled, his lips inches from mine. "You don't have to say anything. Just remember, I'm the guy who made your birthday night unforgettable. And I'm here to do it again," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

As he whispered those words, his lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. I didn't know what to expect, but I was willing to find out.

As the night wore on, we found ourselves in a secluded corner, our bodies pressed together, our lips inches apart. I could feel the tension building, the anticipation of what was to come.

And then, in a swift motion, he kissed me, his lips devouring mine with a hunger that left me breathless. I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the passion that had been building all night.

He took off my bra and used his tongue to locate my breast.Immediately he found it he grabbed my nipple and bit it in a more pleasing way around me.He pulled down his trouser and I gave him a good sucking and stroking.

He gave me a condom and as I was stretching it over his hard-on-dick,he moaned and groaned.

He began to suck my breast more deeply and fast while fingering me.When he couldn't hold himself again.He lifted me up.I cupped my hands around his neck.With my breast still in his mouth,he banged and thrusted my pussy.He thrusted me to the extent that I shivered like a cold water was poured on me in winter.

I cummed and he also released.

I will throw the condom in the restroom,you wanna wash your face? He said.

I will take care of myself,I retorted.

As we broke apart for air, he smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I knew you'd remember me," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.I smiled back, my heart racing with excitement. "I may not have remembered you," I said, "but I won't forget this night."

I entered the dance room and was just in time to when the commentary wanted to start.I couldn't believe my eyes when the guy I just had sex with mounted the stage and everyone was alarmed.

I couldn't believe what had just happened. Thirty minutes ago, I was lost in the passion of the moment, surrendering to the desire that had been building all night. And now, I was standing in front of the judges' table, my heart racing with excitement and embarrassment.

The judge, my crush, the man I had just had sex with, was smiling at me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He had changed so much from the pictures I had seen, I hadn't recognized him earlier. But now, as he stood before me, awarding me the gold pendant and cash prize, I felt my cheeks flush with shame.

"Congratulations, Coy and Dam," he said, his voice booming through the microphone. "You two have shown exceptional skill and passion on the dance floor. Your gold medal is well-deserved."

As he handed us the awards, his fingers brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I felt shy and awkward, unsure of how to react. Had he recognized me earlier? Did he know that we had just shared a passionate encounter?

I glanced at Dam, my dance partner, and saw the confusion in his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, no idea that I had just slept with the judge.

As we accepted our awards and posed for photos, I couldn't help but steal glances at the judge. He was still smiling, still looking at me with that knowing glint in his eye. I felt like he could see right through me, like he knew my secrets.

And then, as we walked off the stage, he called out to me. "Coy, can I see you for a moment?"

My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face him. What did he want? Did he want to rekindle what we had started earlier? Or was it something more?