I'm pretty new to sarging, and I know I made a few mistakes in this sarge, but we did make out, and I have her number. Will it be possible to salvage this after not closing the same night as the kiss?
I was playing the salsa dancing game, so sometimes it plays out a little different (starts with touching and comfort earlier, as contact often begins with a casual invitation to dance).

Legend:
[CLUB] - the club where I was dancing
[TOWN] - the town where my hotel is located

I was salsa dancing at [CLUB]. While walking off the dance floor, a tall brunette with long legs and a massive smile was just arriving. On a whim, I asked her to dance as I was passing by, and we did our best to navigate the crowded dance floor. We smiled at each other continuously. Within about 30 seconds, I felt a connection with her that I didn't often experience while salsa dancing. We were flirting with our eyes. I didn't have to ask her to continue dancing for the next song. I could see that she wanted to. When an elegant dance move worked, she was delighted, and complimented my dancing. When a move failed, she apologized and begged me to teach her. She respected me. She liked that I led her with confidence. When we danced bachata (a much more close and sexual dance), I felt her pull her body close to mine. She pressed her right cheek against mine, and I could smell her sexy dark hair as is brushed against my face. When the dance was over, both charged with sexual tension, I suggested we get a drink. As we approached the bar, hand-in-hand, she admitted that she was only 20, and would not get an alcoholic beverage. We both drank water and found out more about each other, with my hand on hers, or on her back. We went to find her friends, and she approached them confidently, with a glow in our eyes - she didn't pull away - she was not embarrassed of our affection in front of her friends. While we danced bachata once again, we spent a moment dancing nose to nose, our lips just an inch apart. At some point, she put her right hand behind her back, and I held it firmly with my own right hand, as our bodies moved in unison, pressed tightly together. She was submitting to me - she was locked up in my embrace, no longer having a choice but to match my movements. When the dance was over, I never let go of her hand as I walked confidently toward the dark back of the room with her in tow. We were already kissing passionately before we were even seated on the couch. [HB] was like a dream come true. Tall, slender, and colombian. Even as her warm, pouty lips were entangled with mine, her dark eyes shined with excitement, my hand caressed the back of her head, and my fingers gently massaged her scalp through her thick black hair. We sat back, her head now on my shoulder, my fingers still stroking her hair, now tracing behind her ear. When we went back to dancing, we danced with a looseness that can only be performed by two people who now know exactly where they stand with one another. We looked into each others' eyes, she continually
ran her nails up and down my back as we danced, and we only lost eye contact for a split second during the turns. Between songs, we kissed gently. After the last song, I asked if she was hungry. She said "a little", with a smile. "Let's go get something to eat," I said. she seemed enthusiastic, but wanted to ask her friends first. While walking to her car hand-in-hand, she said that she needed to go hoe. We embraced, kissed, and I whispered in her ear "come with me". "where?" she asked innocently. "To [TOWN]," I replied. She kissed me again and smiled "I want to...but I told my parents that I would be home tonight." We continued to embrace, "Next time that we go dancing", she assured. "we will go dancing again, right?" she asked. "sure," I said. "But I'm going to need your number." She gladly put the number in my phone, and I called her immediately so she would have my number. We both expressed our contentment for having met, and parted ways.

So...
When should I call her? Is there really any chance that she wants to meet again? Or was this just a game she was playing? A little fantasy, perhaps?