A slow dance leads to some fast action for two hot slits
She was standing at the bar, glass in her hand, laughing a kind of high-pitched giggle, head thrown back, exposing the outlines of her slim body. Her curly hair was cut short and, from a distance, looked red or auburn in the dim light of Cherchez la Femme, an underground bar in the heart of the city.
She came in with two friends, both handsome women in jeans and dark jackets, and placed herself between them at the bar. Of course, I started watching her as soon as I saw her. Who wouldn’t want to watch the way she moved, with lithe confidence, placing herself just so, where she could take in the whole scene from her bar stool?
As she glanced around the crowd, our eyes linked briefly, and she looked away with apparent embarrassment. “Yes, I am watching you,” I said with my eyes. “I am watching your every move, and I like what I see.”
A butch-looking woman in a green jacket asked her to dance, a slow number, and I watched their bodies perform a liquid, patterned two-step around the living-room-sized dance floor, set off in a small, dark corner of the bar. Her movements with the other woman were deliberate, careful. Red knew I was looking at her, as the butch guided her to a tune about secret lovers meeting somewhere at night. Pretty obviously, from the way she held Red and tried nuzzling her during the dance, the butch wanted about the same thing I did, and she had the advantage for the moment. As they passed by my table, the butch was oblivious to my presence, but not Red, who seemed to brush my table with her hip on purpose. I burned with embarrassment as well as desire.
Back between her friends at the rail, Red sipped her drink and exchanged confidences with them. Doesn’t that trim little ass sitting on the stool look sweet, I thought. Maybe she was just being polite by dancing with the butch. Maybe she didn’t like her. Maybe . . . a hundred things.
When the waitress came to take my next order, I said, “See that redhead at the bar? Give her whatever she’s drinking,” and pushed 10 onto the tray. Shortly after, Red looked over to me, raised her glass, and smiled. Bingo.
The next slow number played, and Red came over to my table. “Mind if I have this dance?”
My knees were wobbly, but I managed to walk with her to the dance floor, abloom with little red blotches I could feel coming up on my neck. My arm nervously circled her waist, and it was all I could do to keep my hands from moving down to massage her cheeks. She molded her body into mine immediately. I could feel her little pointed tits drilling into me. In time to the music, she moved in little mirrored steps, anticipating mine, as if we’d danced together forever. I got so dizzy breathing in the flower-scented soap smell of her body, as she pressed her face into my neck, that I nearly forgot to keep dancing.
Just as she started to grind her pelvis into my crotch, the butch tapped my shoulder. “Mind if I take over?” she asked, in a not particularly friendly way.
“Well, thanks for the drink and the dance,” Red said and smiled, her lips only two inches from mine. I couldn’t speak. I just stared into her brown eyes. She must have thought I was half-bagged or crazy. Trying to say something, I stood there silently, sizzling from her body heat, without saying a word. Talk about having an opportunity snatched right out of your hands! After she finished dancing with butch, she went back to her friends at the bar.
When I sat down, I was conscious of having to go to the ladies’ room. I didn’t see Red with her friends, so I went in, figuring the butch had dragged her off to the parking lot. I needed a few moments to study my strategy. Since the bar wasn’t crowded, there wasn’t the usual line, but I saw feet under the only stall’s door.
Red opened the door I was standing in front of, saw that it was me, drew me in with her, and hooked the door. She put down the lid, sat, and pulled me to her, unzipping my jeans and yanking them down until my belly and ass were exposed. She began kissing my belly and moaning into my pubic curls, brushing her mouth over my skin, and trailing her tongue up and down. Her red ringlets in my hands, I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her mouth, deeply, until our tongues locked together. Her salty kiss and warm spit tasted like a mouthful of sea water.
Her hand groped between my legs until she found what she wanted and started rubbing it. Oh, good lord, I nearly went to my knees. Her hand was as eager as my cunt, and I could feel the liquid oozing out of my crotch.
Outside the stall, two women were waiting. “Hey, you two, do that somewhere else. Where’s a girl gonna take a piss if you hog the can?!”
“Tell them to piss in the sink,” she whispered with a laugh. “Tell them we’re busy.”
“Hey, come on! This is an emergency! Go fuck in your car or something!”
“OK! OK! Can’t a body have a little privacy? Let’s go,” I said to Red, zipped, and pulled her up.
No sooner had we got into my car than Red was all over me, caressing my breasts and unbuttoning my shirt, licking my neck, my eyelids, my ears, and then probing my mouth with her tongue. I was oozing wetness as she wriggled against me.
She was moving over to sit on my lap facing me when a flashlight shone in the window. “This parking lot is not a bedroom,” said a harsh male voice. “Go find yourself a motel. Keep it to yourselves, ladies.” No wonder I got so nervous. It seemed like every time I got close to her, someone intruded.
“My apartment is about five miles from here,” I told her as I started the car. “Do you think we can make it?”
“I doubt it,” she said. “Better step on it!”
We got no farther than the lot outside my apartment. Fortunately, it’s dark there, and I put my car in reverse and backed up under a big tree. I just turned off the engine and she was back on my lap, straddling my knees, her hand in my shirt. Unbuttoning it for the second time in five minutes, her warm, wet mouth found its way down to my nipples. She pulled up her skirt and put her hand inside her panties and began manipulating herself while she kept sucking my tits. My hands went under her legs and ass and found her wet hole, which I penetrated with my third finger, then moved it in and out, at first slowly, then faster.
She came fast, hard and dripping, panting and breathing deeply. I started to untangle myself from her, so we could go inside, when she pulled me back and put the car seats down. She lay down, took my hand, and put it up to her crisp cunt hair. I lifted her skirt to her waist and drew down her panties, positioned myself over her, and began kissing her as I fingered the folds and crannies of her deep, wet box. She responded by saying, “Fuck me! Fuck me again, but harder this time!”
I inserted three fingers into her greedy cunt and began thrusting in and out, working with her as she moved with my hand. Steadily, rhythmically, slowly, then faster, I pumped her until she burst. She screamed and then the orgasm slowly ebbed away, and she lay quiet in my arms.
This time I began kissing her belly and massaging the hairy mound above her lips. “Oh, yes,” she said, “yes, that’s just what I want.”
Between her legs she was saturated with juices, wet, hot, and anxious for the touch of my tongue. I was between her legs and ready to get into her when I was aware of car lights in the parking lot and the sounds of loud, boisterous voices. We lay perfectly still until the noise of car doors and talking went away.
“This is getting a little silly,” I said, edgy that someone else would see us. “Let’s get private before we have any more intrusions.”
I fumbled for my keys in the hall, and she had my clothes half off before I got the door open. Once it was shut, she stood there completely naked, assailing my shirt and my jeans, and stripping off my bra and panties. We were on the big overstuffed sofa in the living room, Red’s legs and arms wrapped around my body, me on top of her; she grabbed my ass-cheeks and ran her fingers up and down the crack. I could feel the whole length of her slim, nude body under mine. She was so eager for me again that she grabbed one of the sofa cushions and placed it under her butt. “So you can get a little closer,” she said, and pushed my face down to her cunt.
One of her legs was draped over the back of the sofa, so that she was open and ready for me. I parted the lips and found my tongue licking her hugely swollen clit, so big that it very nearly protruded past her labia. There was that salty sea taste again. I kept her big, engorged clitoris in my mouth and sucked it, first softly and then more demandingly, until she begged me to stop as she exploded into another climax.
After all this, I was more than ready for her to find my cunt and return some of the attention I’d been giving her. I had been flowing cunt juice since we danced at the bar, and I lay next to her, face to face, on the fat sofa cushions we’d thrown on the floor. Red caressed me all over, slowly teasing me, kissing my nipples, belly, and finally my waiting slit.
“Use your hand first,” I asked her. So she parted me and ran her fingers from my asshole to my clit in little feathery movements, strumming my clit with her thumb. She worked my clit gently, slowly, stroking and pulling it until I thought it would detonate without any other help. Then she drew back, her knees on the floor, and said, “Hey, babe, you need to wait a minute, get a little higher before I get you off.”
“No, now, please!” I begged.
“You really want me?”
“Yeah, I really really do.”
She put her hand inside me again and massaged me in places I never knew I had, rhythmically, gently twisting my clit, while other fingers entered me and made little motions inside my cunt. When I started to come, my whole cunt was pulsating, contracting in strong spasms that seemed to go on forever.
She waited until I was done, then put her mouth where her fingers had just been, licking me back to life and heat. Her tongue was a little miracle of muscle, its tip able to penetrate my vagina and then lap at my clit at nearly the same moment. It felt like two mouths working over me. My second climax was even stronger and longer-lasting than the first. As I rocked against her lips and tongue, I felt enormous contractions that lasted even longer than the first time.
We lay spent on the cushions until she jumped up and said, “Hey, let’s go back to the bar.”
“Yeah, your friends are probably worried about you.”
“I doubt that. They each likely found someone to do with exactly what we’re doing.”
“Then why go back there? You can spend the night with me.”
“It’s just that I want to dance slow again.”