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I wasn’t even in the restaurant door properly
when your arms encircled my shoulders and you whispered in my ear, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.”
You know how I love to be fawned over and I wanted to ravish you right then and there. But you walked away, leaving me to say hello to the rapidly growing throng of party attendees. And even though my body didn’t, my gaze followed you, watching your tight little black dress clad ass sashay bewitchingly between the tables. Playing coy, were you?
The guy standing in front of me was waiting for acknowledgment. Let him wait. I wanted to see where you were heading, I needed to know where I could find you.
45 minutes later as I was knee deep in conversation, talking politics with the boys, you drifted by me on your way out of the ladies room. The heady fragrance of your perfume bathed my nostrils and pulled viciously at my pussy. Perhaps it wasn’t the smell of the perfume. Perhaps … it was the scent of you. But I wasn’t going to let you walk away again … no, not this time … this time I followed.
As I boldly pushed boundaries and sat down at your table full of friends, I caught the amused look on your face and it sent a searing throb to my clit. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me squirm on my seat. Maybe you did, but chose to ignore it anyway. You’re classy like that, it’s one of the reasons I find you so sexy.
Always the gracious hostess, you introduced me to everyone around the table. I have no idea who you said they were. I don’t remember their names, I’m not even certain that I responded properly. All I could hear was your sing-song voice drifting melodiously through the air to draw me further under your spell.
As if on cue, the server arrived with your food, giving me a chance to slip away before I embarrassed myself. The laugh in your eyes was so fucking seductive that the crotch of my panties was on the receiving end of the monsoon of lust I felt wash over me.
Could you hear my unscrupulous sigh as I went to mingle with the rest of the group?
Could you feel my depraved heat as I glanced back at you while feigning attention to the band?
I swear you could hear my licentious thoughts over the deafeningly loud music.
Trying to divert my attention off of you, I turned to the martini concoction on the bar in front of me. It looked as segregated from the room as I felt, so I ordered a glass of water to sit next to it. I imagined the drinks to be us. You with the temptingly sweet sugared rim. Me, the crystal clear liquid to complement you.
When I felt a wandering hand slide up the back of my neck, I knew it had to be you. Your provocative touch is as intoxicating as your scent.
“Come with me,” you breathed hotly, letting your hand trail from my neck to my shoulder and down across my forearm, lingering for only a moment above the tattoo on my inner wrist.
A breath hitched in my throat as I followed you through the crowded bar, past the perfectly laid dining room tables, down the hall and to the large ornately carved wooden partition that hid the cluster of private party areas.
We slipped inside the door marked Ocean Room and were greeted with dim lights reflecting off a large built-in wall aquarium that sent shadowy ripples across the sapphire blue ceiling and floor. It was like being submerged in an underwater glass bubble and the sensation of floating was making me dizzy.
Really … I didn’t need any help. Just being there with you gave me the same light-headed feeling.
As you took my face between the palms of your warm hands and gently placed your incredibly soft lips upon mine, my whole core exploded with lechery. Like a bomb going off, my need for you was triggered in every fiber of my being.
It showed in the way I returned your kiss. Pressing my mouth feverishly onto yours. My body inching closer, until it too was pressed into the S-curves of your femininity.
While your hand drifted from my cheek down to my breast and squeezed a nipple through my thin blouse, I couldn’t help but pull you to the floor. I didn’t care that we were in a restaurant. I didn’t care that any number of people could happen upon us at any given moment. I didn’t care that we were two women indulging our cravings in public. I didn’t care.
I just needed to feel you against me. I wanted your flesh to touch mine. I wanted to feel the smooth softness of your hips and your tiny tuft of pubic hair against my hairless mound. I didn’t care if we got caught. So, I reached down and tugged the hem of your dress up and over your head.
Your naked body writhed in taunting glory as you raised your hands in the air like an enchanting belly dancer. No bra. No panties. You fucking tease! You planned for this to happen, didn’t you?
You are so goddamn hot in your wickedness. You scheming little bitch! No wonder I can’t think of anything else when you are in the room. The fire inside of me blazed, heat licking ferociously at my belly.
My fingers found your mouth the same time yours found my cunt. Both extremely wet and wanting. And as your teeth grazed my skin, my cunt grabbed your fingers and clenched.
You teased me for a while. Your teeth and lips and tongue, pulling and sucking and biting. Your fingers plunged into me, then withdrew to circle and press on my clit. You were driving me crazy with the alluring delay of it all.
I bucked against your hand. You bit down on my fingers. You pulled my labia until I cried out in pain. Or was it pleasure?
Two fingers pumped me unrelentingly, then three as your tongue pushed my fingers out of your mouth and you moved to my nipple and sucked hard. I climaxed just as you bit me, fireworks sparking behind my eyelids.
Your haughty laugh sent me over the edge again as you continued to work my cunt, never relinquishing your power over me.
“Please … stop. I can’t come anymore.” I was exhausted. And you knew it.
Finally, you withdrew your fingers and allowed me to relax. I could do nothing but lie there panting as I watched you grab your dress, pull it over your head and walk out of the room. You cast only the slightest vixen glance back at me as your diabolical laugh rambled around the space long after you were gone.
“Fucking bitch,” I smiled at the rippling shadows dancing across the walls. “She is so fucking sexy.”
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Ocean Room
3 ounces Bacardi Rum
1 ounce Blue Curaçao
2 ounces Coco Lopez Coconut Cream
2 ounces Pineapple Juice
Add all the ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake vigorously until the side of the shaker is frosted. Strain into a large wine goblet.
Be as flamboyant as you like with the garnish using a pineapple wedge, maraschino cherry and frilly pick. Or if you are feeling more demure… garnish with a pineapple wedge only…
or leave completely naked and let the allure of the sapphire blue drink capture your attention.
Enjoy!
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The hitch and throb in Maya’s center started just as Billy Idol’s voice came through the radio singing White Wedding.
How perfect is that?
Ankles cuffed tight, key encircling nipple, blindfold snug, band of steel across her throat and a roll of energy building in her groin.
Billy… sing to me honey.
Maya’s heartbeat accelerates like a steam engine as her lids flutter behind the eye mask and her mouth parts, gasping for air.
Tongue slicks over lips as she raises her neck, straining against cold metal. Delicious.
Pulses tightening in her core play like a rhythmic back-beat to Billy’s lyrics and she grinds provocatively to the tempo, the vibrator held delicately on her clit.
Heat advances from the Y of her thighs up her belly, tightening her nipples and explodes into her brain. She knows its coming… the climax, the peak, the pinnacle, the zenith. She can feel it build… course through her body like a flame on a thin trail of gasoline scorching everything it passes over.
“Come for Me, Maya.”
Yes, Billy… I will. Her body bloats with the onslaught, then extinguishes the fire with the muscle smothering, body shaking tightening of an immeasurable contraction.
She calls out her burning orgasm to the sunlight filled room, the warmth of which kisses her cheek like a hot palm. White Wedding ends and Billy croons Eyes Without a Face, as they both lament the end of their rendezvous.
Breathing back to normal, blindfold removed, key retrieved from her nipple, Maya unlocks the cuffs from her ankles. Hmmm, I was never given those manacles Billy promised me. Aahhh, such is the life of a rock star … the thrill of the chase forgotten, the promise of the capture overlooked. Male .. can’t see the treasure for what it is. I still love you anyway, Billy.
The steel around her neck is the last thing she removes. She likes it there.
Perhaps she’ll keep it on and wear it as a necklace.
Perhaps.
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