Loading...“Tell me why we are here again?” Sahara leans in towards me and asks while grazing my cheek with the lightest kiss.
“Because we really need to get out more baby. Ever since we got really serious, we have kind of isolated ourselves from everyone else and I just thought we needed a change. I thought it would be fun to come here and see some people we haven’t seen in awhile, that’s all.”
Sahara had this serious look on her face that was a dead give away that she had something on her mind that she wasn’t telling me. The way her liquid blue eyes looked down at the table instead of at me always gave her thoughts away. They say a persons eyes are the windows to their soul, and in Sahara’s case it was definitely true.
“Look baby,” I say as I reach for her hand and squeeze it, “if you aren’t having a good time we can leave as soon as we finish our drinks and go someplace else if you want. Tonight is supposed to be about us and I want you too have a good time too.”
“I am, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it? I know there’s something you want to say but aren’t.” I was still stroking the back of her hand with my thumb, I love the feel of her skin beneath mine. Most of the time I don’t even realize I’m doing, it just seems to be a natural way to show my affection and love for her.
“How do you do that?” She half giggled, pushing my hand away playfully. “How do you always know when I’m not telling you something?” Her expression softens and her face brightens momentarily as she questioned me.
“Easy honey… it must be love.” I laugh. “Now, tell me what’s on your mind.”
A few rows of tables up from us was a stage where a band was just now heading up for it’s set. It was one of those stages that are only 3 small steps up from the floor, but the live music was the reason I first came to this particular lesbian bar for the first time about 8 months ago. If there is one thing in this world I love as much as women, it’s music. It was here where Sahara and I first became friends, then it gradually grew until we became lovers two months later and have been basically inseparable since. ‘Joined at the hip’ is what our friends like to call us, and for good reason I guess. I watch through the darkened room as the four woman band strut towards the stage when suddenly I realize that this wasn’t just any band, this was ‘Not 2 Sweet’.
For the life of me I’ll never know where they came up with the name for the band because all four girls were in fact very sweet individuals. Sahara and I first met Justice, Rita, Lynn and Annie just after we got together. We had been at the bar one night when they were playing one of their first gigs, and a mutual acquaintance introduced us all. We hadn’t stayed in close contact with most of the girls, but were friends all the same. One of the girls, Justice, and I had become very close friends over the past six months. I hadn’t realized that they were playing tonight though, and this was a pleasant surprise. Sahara and I raise our hands almost in unison sending frantic waves their direction hoping to catch their attention. Annie was the first to spot us. She smiles and mouths ‘hey’ as she waves, and soon the other girls follow her lead before turning back to their instruments and preparing for their set.
I turned my attention back to Sahara. “It’s great to see them again, isn’t it? I had no idea they were going to be playing tonight.”
“Yeah, great.”
“Okay Sar, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s really wrong Drew.” Her finger aimlessly pushes a small salted pretzel in a figure eight pattern on the table in front of her as she speaks. “It’s just that…well, we haven’t been out in a while and I just thought we might go someplace a bit more umm…exciting or something. Everything we do is so predictable.”
“But we used to come here all the time and you loved it.”
“I still do Drew. I love whatever I do with you, you know that. It’s just that I wanted tonight to be special… I wanted a night to remember.”
The second Sahara said she wanted ‘a night to remember’, it was like a light bulb lit up in my head. You know, like one of those scenes in a cartoon where the zany character has an idea and BAM!, this light appears over their head letting the audience know they had just come up with some brilliant plan. That’s what it feel like. The corner of my mouth turns up in a half grin , I was pleased with the sudden scheme I just thought of. I push my chair back swiftly so I can get up from the table. Too much enthusiasm, I think to myself with a smile still on my lips as the chair topples over backwards and on to the floor causing everyone in the place to look up from their drinks and in our direction.
With a swift turn I leave the chair on the floor where it had landed, and head towards the stage before I give myself a chance to think about what I’m about to do. I wasn’t going to allow nervousness to set in. I was really going to do this. No backing down this time.
“Drew!” Sahara calls out as I work my way through the crowd of tables and towards the stage with great determination. “Come back here. What are you doing?” Her voice sounds panicked, like maybe she thinks I’ve gone crazy. Hell, maybe I have and everyone in the place has just become aware of that fact before I have.
I never slow down my charge to the stage as Sahara looks on in bewilderment. Looking back over my shoulder at her, I flash her my sexiest grin and answer her question, “A night to remember.” That’s all I say, that was all that needed to be said. She would get what she asked for. I was filled with confidence. It could be the pure adrenaline of what I’m about to do, or it could be the tequila shots, but at this point I didn’t really care. I feel alive. My heart has abducted my mind, and I’m just letting it happen… seizing the day, living in the moment.
Justice and the band, like everyone else in the crowd, notice me bounding towards the stage. I can see the questions in their expressions as I walk up the three steps and join them on stage. They look at each other, then at me, and then at each other again. Finally, Justice pulls me aside, wraps me up in a warm hug that tells me she’s glad to see me, and asks the question I’m sure everyone is thinking. “Drew, have you been drinking…like A LOT?”
“I’ve had a few,” I laugh and smile at her, “but that’s not the reason I’m up here.”
“Then why the hell are you up here?” Justice asks, playfully punching me in the shoulder. “You know, you could have just waited until after our set to say hi.”
“I know,” I say still smiling. “I didn’t meant to interrupt but I was actually hoping you guys could help me out with something.” I motion for the other girls to join us so I can speak with them as well. “Hey girls…you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, right?”
A chorus of ‘hi Drew’s’ and ‘how are you’s’ quickly follows and then I get right to business. “Girls,” I say seriously, “I need your help.” I proceeded to tell them my plan as we gather tighter in our football style huddle. The girls are exchanging giggles as I speak, but thankfully they are ready to help me in anyway I need.
“Sahara just said she wanted a night to remember, let’s give her one.” I sound like a coach trying to pump a team up before the big championship game. “Now, you’re sure you know the song?”
“Yes Drew, we know the song. This will be great, don’t worry.” Lynn says and gives me a quick good luck hug. Hugs from Rita and Annie soon follow and within two minutes of getting this idea, I’m ready to do it.
“Ready girl?” Justice teases me. “Last chance to back out. You know it’s not like you at all to do this. You usually blush when somebody gives you a simple compliment and now you’re going to get up and sing in front of all these people? Are you sure?… I mean absolutely sure?”
“I’m sure. What can I say? Love makes a woman do crazy things.”
“All right then. Let’s do this girls. This one’s for love.” Justice says and the others all scamper back to their instruments and prepare for the song. She nods at me, grabs a microphone and heads towards center stage.
“Ladies, we have a very special treat for you tonight. This is my friend Drew… Justice puts her arm around me as she speaks to the crowd. “Now, Drew here needs our help with something. Shall we give it to her? What do you think ladies?” The crowd cheers and applauds, whistles fill the room. “I think that’s a yes Drew. But…” Justice emphasis the word ‘but’, “before we can begin, we need the guest of honor up here at the front. Sahara…get your butt up here girl!”
The crowd cheers again as Sahara sinks down into her seat. It was of no use to try and hide in a lesbian bar where everyone knows everyone, it was like an extended family of sorts. A couple women from near by tables each grab one of Sahara’s wrists and practically lift her from her seat, pulling her towards the stage. Justice sees the women approaching and begins to speak again as they settled Sahara in a chair just in front of the stage.
“There’s the woman of the hour.” Justice looks at me, and then at Sahara. “Do you have any idea how much this woman must love you to get up here and do this?? I’ve known Drew a while now and the wildest thing I’ve ever seen her do before this is leave the house with wet hair.” A clap of laughter rings out from the crowd and Sahara’s cheeks flush with embarrassment at all the attention. The sad part is Justice was right, I’m not a risk taker by nature. If someone had told me I would be doing this tonight I would have bet them every last cent I had that they were crazy, and yet here I am. “You are one lucky girl Sahara.” Justice pauses before speaking again. She looks as me, “Anything you want to say before we begin Drew?” She hands me the microphone now and goes to grab her guitar.
“Yeah…” I say in a soft voice, “it’s me that’s the lucky one.” A chorus of ‘awwws’ fill the room and I add with a laugh, “but Sar… you can NEVER… EVER… say I’m predictable again. In fact, I think you should be up here, with me.”
Sahara doesn’t move from the chair. “Come on baby…please!” I smile reassuringly at her and slowly she rises from her chair and moves to the side of the stage where she climbs the steps and stands before me. The whole time the crowd is cheering and clapping, encouraging her to go along with the plan. Sahara was by far the more adventurous of the two of us, but tonight our rolls have been reversed and I think I was going to like it. I grab her hand and kiss the back of it, just once, and then turn my back to her and the crowd. I suck a long, deep breath into my lungs and give the band the nod that means I’m ready. Ready as I’ll ever be, I think.
The crowd goes dead silent as the first chord from Justices guitar sounds out. The song has a very bluesy/rock feel to it, the guitar very dominant and proud in it’s sound. Justice strumms away on her opening solo that lasts about twenty seconds. My back is still to Sahara and the crowd. Here I stand clad in a tight red T-shirt and black leather pants, swaying my hips seductively, bobbing my head along in time with the soulful music. Then the moment comes, the moment I break in.
I move towards Sahara like a jungle cat, slow and sensual in my movements. I lock my eyes on hers and start to circle around her body, my finger running along her bare mid section. I let my finger tip just slip ever so slightly inside the top of her hip hugger jeans while I sing the first few lines of the song in a deep, throaty voice playing up the sexual tension for the crowd.
“She’s got a nasty reputation…and a talent for sin… She’s the kind of trouble…I’d like to be in…”
The crowd screams and whistles as I practically devour Sahara with my eyes right in front of them. There is no secret to what I’m feeling, everyone knows it and I don’t care. I start running the fingers from my free hand through her long black hair. I rub my body on hers as I dance against her and continue to sing, the passion inside me growing.
“I wanna be your lover… I wanna be your slave… you’re the kind of woman… makes me wanna misbehave… I’ll give you want you want girl… let’s make it understood… If you wanna be bad… yeah, you gotta be good…”
I lean in close to her like I’m going to kiss her, stroke her cheek and pull her face towards mine allowing our lips to almost touch and then I put my hand on her chest and push her back lightly. I love teasing her, and the crowd, like that. I feel a dampness growing between my legs, getting off on the sexual tension between us in front of all these people. I think I may have found my true calling. I feel like a natural up on the stage and the crowd is loving it.
“They’ll be no lying… no foolin’ around… they’ll be no seven day weekends… no nights on the town… that’s the way I want it… that’s the way it’s gotta be… If you’re looking for trouble… you better get it from me… So get on your knees girl and do what you should… If you wanna be bad then you gotta be good…”
Another guitar solo for Justice. I drop to my knees, facing Sahara, and move my thigh against her leg. I work my body slowly all the way up hers, looking straight into her eyes with a devilish grin on my face that tells her tonight, I’m the one in charge. Sahara is wearing one of those T-shirts that show off a woman’s mid section and when I reach her stomach I run my tongue along her belly button in one quick smooth motion leaving a trail of moisture behind. Sahara sucks a breath in at my touch and the crowd screams again. Sahara’s breath quickens, she’s sweating a bit.
I’m standing again with her now, our lips just a fraction apart and our eyes lock on each other in passion. Any hint of embarrassment Sahara had was feeling has seemingly been replaced by what I hope is pure lust for me, that she is as caught up in the moments as I am. If she isn’t, she soon will be. I’ll do everything in my power to seduce her. The crowd again hollers it’s approval, more screams and whistles fill the room as they anticipate a kiss which won’t come. The tempo of the song switches slightly now and I must rip my gaze away from hers.
“Let’s make a night to remember… January to December… Let’s make love to excite us…”
I place two fingers on Sahara’s lips, lightly brushing them and letting them trail down her throat, her neck, the hollow between her breast and then place my flat palm on her stomach. I move around behind her while holding her with one arm around her waist. Her hips begin to move to the music, I press tight against her, move with her and continue singing.
“… A memory to ignite us… Let’s make honey baby soft and tender… Let’s make sugar darlin… sweet sweet surrender… Let’s make a night to remember… Let’s make a night to remember….”
I slide around in front of Sahara now, my arm still holding her as close to me as I can get. She positions one leg between mine as we continue to dance and grind our bodies together, the song draws closer to it’s end.
“Let’s make love to excite us… Let’s make a night to remember… Let’s make a night to remember… All life long.”
A short guitar solo and a few beats of the drum and the song’s over. The crowd jumps to it’s feet still screaming and whistling but the only thing on my mind is Sahara. The rest of the room melts away and all I know is that the woman I love is in my arms and nothing else in the world matters. Time freezes, the seconds between the song ending and getting lost in her eyes, seem like an eternity. My breath is rapid, and it’s not from the song or the dancing, it’s her. It’s always her. I can sense the lightest layer of perspiration glistening on her skin, a partial gift from the hot spotlights that light up the stage, and from partly from our performance I’m sure.
We say nothing. Sahara grabs my face with a force like never before and pulls me to her for an impulsive kiss. I drop the microphone and hold her face as well. Her tongue traces my upper lip, I stick my tongue out to meet hers and twirl it around it for a split second before kissing her full on the lips. Our tongues continue to dance the way we had just been doing on stage. We kiss like this for I don’t know how long, completely oblivious to the fact that others are watching until Justice taps me on the shoulder. She says nothing, just simply points to the audience staring at us and enjoying the show. They yell comments our way but most can’t be deciphered because they all come at once. Sahara and I don’t pull apart at first, just shift our gaze outwards. Our lips are still together from the kiss, through our smiles our teeth touch and we begin to laugh as we realize what we’ve just done and that all these people watched.
“I can’t believe I just did that!” I say while covering my face with my hands and laughing. I can only imagine how red my face is, my cheeks feel flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
“Me neither!” Sahara laughs and grabs my hand, interlocking her fingers in mine and squeezes tight. “Take a bow Drew…these people love you!” Sahara takes our locked hands and raises them over our heads. She bows to the audience, I played along with her and do the same.
“Thank you, thank you…” I reply while bowing. I figure I couldn’t possibly get any more embarrassed so I go with the moment and decided to have some fun with it. I grab the microphone off the floor beside me and speak to the appreciative audience again. “Now for my next number, I’ll be doing a song by….”
Sar rips the microphone out of my hand and doesn’t let me finish. She apparently has something to say. “Next song my ass! Sorry folks, but the only encore Drew here will be doing tonight is in bed! ” Clasped hand in hand, she practically drags me off stage as I trail behind her. We look like a mother who is dragging her scolded child through the super market. Unlike the scolded child though, I know I’m not in trouble. I was about to get some very nice rewards for the risk I had just taken.
“Thanks girls!!” I yell back over my shoulder while waving at the band “I owe you one!”
At first I wasn’t sure if they were able to hear me over the crowd noise but Justice waves back frantically and yells… ‘You owe us more then one for this D. Call me tomorrow….I want details!” I nod and smile at her so she knows I heard her. After working our way through the crowd we come to a sudden stop at the table we had been sitting at for most of the evening.
“I thought you were taking me home for an encore.” I joke as Sahara rummages frantically through her purse, eventually throwing a twenty dollar bill down on the table for the last drinks we’d had. “You know Sar, the bill will probably only be about seven bucks… that’s one hell of a tip. Do you wanna wait for change?”
“Nope.” Is all Sahara says and I have to laugh. She clutches my hand again and ushers me to the door. I wave back at the people watching us, bow a couple more times and blow a few kisses their way for fun. I have never seen Sahara this anxious to get anywhere for anything and it’s a real turn on for me. She shoves the door open with the free hand that wasn’t holding mine and we step into the black of night outside the club.
No sooner has the heavy door of the club closed behind us, then Sahara has captured my face with both hands. We stand in silence in the middle of the doorway outside the bar just looking in each others eyes, searching for words to tell each other what we are feeling. I watch as her affection filled blue eyes lock on mine, our faces so close that I can feel the warmth of her breath on my lips as it contrasts with the cooler evening air that surrounds us. Slowly her eyes look down towards my lips as she strokes each one of my cheeks with her thumbs. Her tongue slips from her wanting mouth before my eyes, tracing her upper lip first, then her lower as she moistens them.
Her eyes move back up to mine now and for a moment I wonder if this is real. Everything has happened so fast and unexpectedly that for a split second I question if this is just some fabulous dream. Will I awake any minute as my alarm goes off? Will I wake up in my bed alone and sweating? No, this is no dream. This is really happening. I think. I snap out of my own thoughts and back to reality as I feel my back hit the wall to the right of the bar entrance. Sahara removes her hands from my face as we came to a stop at the wall, interlockes them with mine and raises them all the way over our heads. Her body presses so firmly against me now that I can feel the swell of her breasts against mine, the motion of her breathing, and I even swear I can feel her heartbeat the second she leans in and kisses me. There is nothing soft and gentle about this kiss, this kiss comes from pure lust and I love it.
We continue to kiss like that, our tongues sparring inside our mouths until we hear the soft giggles of a passing group of people who are entering the bar. I’m not sure how long we make out pressed up against the wall of the bar, a couple of minutes maybe, but it’s enough for us to know that just kissing isn’t going to satisfy our thirst for each other tonight. We gasp for a few breaths of fresh air and try to slow our breathing but it’s of no use. We head through the parking lot towards my car, hand in hand. The night is getting cooler then either one of us had anticipated, neither one of us has brought a jacket or sweater. The night air combines with the perspiration glistening on our skins causeing goose bumps on both our arms. As we walk I look over at Sahara in that tight sexy shirt that displays her breasts so well and I can’t help but notice the way her nipples poke out and stand proud against the fabric. Sexy as hell, and she’s all mine.
When we reach the car I have another brilliant idea come over me from out of the blue. “Here,” I say and toss the car keys at her, “you drive.” The keys hit her square in the chest and jingle when they strike her. She hadn’t been expecting them and didn’t catch them in mid air, but she does catch them in her open hands as they fall towards the ground.
“But you never let anyone drive your car.” When she speaks she makee sure to accentuate the word ‘never’, and she’s right. I never have let anyone drive my car before this very moment.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, so why not now?”
“The better question would be, why now?” Why tonight?” She holds her hand out towards me gesturing for me to take the keys back from her open palm. “Here.”
“Why now?” I repeat, “Cause I love you and I want this to be a night to remember.” I reach for her hand and close her fist over the keys, pushing them back towards her so she knows I want her to keep them. “Now stop asking questions and drive.” I laugh lightly for a moment.
Sahara smiles, her body language relaxes noticeably, and she slides the key in the drivers side door lock of my black 69′ ford Mustang. I walk around the car to the passengers side. She holds the door open now, but instead of climbing behind the wheel she looks across the car at me with her ‘are you sure about this’ look. She doesn’t have to actually say anything to me, I know what she’s thinking, and what she needs to hear. “It’s okay baby, I trust you.” I say.
I reached my arm out across the top of the car and her hand meets mine in the middle of the roof in a quick embrace. Looking her in the eyes at this moment, I can’t help but see the significance of our hands meeting in the middle of the roof. In my opinion compromise it what makes a relationship work. Always finding a middle meeting ground to any situation, just like our entwined hands in the middle of the roof right now. We were going to make it through anything that came our way, I was sure of it.
She lets go of my hand and slides behind the wheel of my mustang like she has done it a million times before. I bend down to watch her through the passenger side window. She has both hands on the steering wheel, holding it with all the love and care of a mother holding a newborn child. I know my baby was in good hands. She slides the key in the ignition, turns it, and the engine roars to life. She looks amazing behind the wheel, but she has forgotten one thing… I rap on the window three times and wave at her.
Normally I’m a terrible lip reader, but I can make out what she said just as clear as if I had been right there in the car beside her. A simple ‘Oh shit’ escaped her lips as she lunged across the car to open my door and let me in out of the damp night air. “I’m sorry babe…” she apologizes, “kinda got caught up in the moment.”
“It’s okay,” I reply with a wicked grin, “you can make it up to me when we get home.” She just smiles back at me and starts to back the car out of the parking stall. The tires spin slightly, kicking up a small swirl of dust and gravel beneath the black monster I called my baby. She is clearly anxious to get us home as quickly as possible and who am I to object to that line of thinking. Sahara’s apartment is only a few blocks away, so we would be there in just minutes but I won’t waste any second that I can be touching her.
I reach across the empty space between us and place my hand on her right knee. The skirt she’s wearing leaves the flesh beneath my palm exposed and despite the cold outside, I find it warm to my touch. The warmth of her skin against the cold of my hand causes her to jump slightly as I run my hand slowly up her thigh and under her skirt, stroking the inside of her thighs. The closer I get to her mound, the warmer her flesh gets beneath my fingers and the warmer I get between my legs.
“Hey, hey…” she says looking down at my hand and then over at me, “Whatcha you doin down there?”
I let my eyes wander from her lap, up her body, and finally finding hers. There is this permanent, cocky grin that seemed to be stuck on my face that just wouldn’t go away. “Just trying to get my hand warm…” I pause and add coyly, “I swear.”
“What happened to the ‘If you wanna be bad, you gotta be good’ thing from the song you sang to me?… I don’t think you’re being good.”
“I said, if YOU wanna be bad, YOU had to be good…” I just love teasing her like this. “I didn’t say anything about me. I can be as bad as I wanna be.” I let my hand venture further up her thigh until I find the silky smoothness of the thong that covers her delicious pussy. Immediately upon contact she jumps slightly, then pushes back against my hand.
Other cars that pass us and peer in must have wondered at the look on Sahara’s face as I push my three middle fingers harder against her panties. I slide them up and down several times slowly. The patch of wetness that I found on her thong when my hand had first arrived was rapidly growing because of the movements of my fingers. I push my middle finger down harder now causing the silky fabric of her panties to slip up, and in between, the lips of her pussy. I work the fabric into her slit, catching her clit when I reached the top. She’s beginning to squirm in the drivers seat now, letting out soft moans as we pull up to her apartment building and she shuts off the engine.
She arches her back and throws her head back against the seats headrest as I let my hand continue to manipulate her hard clit through the material. I could tell she wanted me to finish what I was doing right here in the car, but I had other plans. I slowly remove my hand from under her skirt and raised the 3 fingers to my nose, inhaling the scent of her sex deeply. I love the smell, was intoxicated by it really. They should make an air freshener that smells like this, I thought, someone would make millions for sure. There’s no better smell in the world.
I open my car door and step out on to the hard pavement. Sahara hasn’t yet moved from behind the driver’s seat, she sit’s there in an almost trance like state brought on by passion. It really is cruel of me to leave her hanging like this, but I will make it up to her in a matter of minutes. I walk across the car and open her door for her. She steps out, kisses me deeply for a moment, shuts the car door behind herself and snatches my hand…all in that order. She’s practically hauling me into the lobby of her apartment building in the same fashion that she had hauled me out of the club not that long ago.
The lobby of her old apartment building is deserted except for Chester, the night watchman. He must be about seventy and spenda almost all his time behind his little security desk. All he has for entertainment is a feed from the few security cameras in the building, and whatever the latest novel is that he brings to work with him. Right now he appeares to have nodded off at his post. He makes no movements at all to greet us like he normally does as we enter the building. He really is a sweet old guy, all the tenants love him.
“I can’t wait to…” Sahara starts to say, pulling on my arm harder now to get me to the elevator.
“Sahara, shhh….” I say holding up my index finger to my lips. “Chester is sleeping.” I lower my voice to a whisper now. “You don’t wanna wake him do you?”
“To hell with Chester. I…”
“Remember what the deal is Sar. You have to be good, remember? So let poor Chester sleep okay.”
She doesn’t speak again. We step as softly as possible towards the elevators to the right of Chester’s security desk. We push the elevator button and wait impatiently for our chariot to arrive. I say ‘we’ because Sahara and I reached out and hit the button at the same time. We always play this little game over who will get to hit the button first whenever I come to her building and visit her 5th floor apartment. Childish I know, but enjoyable all the same. We stand hand in hand in silence, staring up and watching the elevator descend towards us. I don’t know what it is about elevators but your eyes are automatically drawn to watching that thing that shows you what floor it’s on. Third floor… second floor…. the familiar ‘ding’ of the elevator bell let’s us know that it has arrived and the doors will soon open for us.
Just as the doors open, another evil thought crosses my mind and a devious smile spreads across my lips. My heart is saying no, but my body is singing a completely different tune. Sahara turns and looks at me as we step into the confines of the elevator. “What?” she asks me, questioning the sudden grin on my face.
I dodn’t respond with words, but with action. Once inside the elevator I push the ‘close door’ button immediately. Usually this is where I would push the button for the fifth floor but tonight I push the button for the fifteenth floor. I mash Sahara against the wall of the elevator, kissing her deeply, just like she had done to me at the club. She breaks the kiss almost immediately and begins to reach for the button for the fifth floor. “You pushed the wrong button Drew.”
“Oh no I didn’t…” I reply while grabbing her wrist before she can reach the button. “I feel like taking you for a bit of a ride first. Do you mind?” I hold her wrist to the wall and press my body against hers so she can’t move. My other hand slides up her thigh and under her skirt like it had in the car. Her panties are soaking wet now. I let my hand linger there, gently massaging her mound beneath the cloth. I push the crotch of her panties to the side and slide two fingers inside the slippery warmth of her pussy. I flick her clit just once with my finger, she responds by tossing her head back and letting out a throaty moan.
I sneak a quick glance up to see what floor we’re on. We’re traveling between the fourth and fifth floors now. I turn my attention back to the beauty before me. I rub my finger across her clit again and suddenly she snaps her head forward and speaks in haste and in short gasps. “Shit!… Chester… camera…” is all she can manage to blurt out as she points to the security cam in the upper corner of the elevator.
I pay her warning no attention and continue circling her clit with my finger. I lean in and suck her earlobe, my tongue runs down her neck and finally comes back up to her lips. I run my tongue across her upper lip and then the lower before kissing her, my hand continues to bring her pleasure down below. Just as our kiss heightens in passion the elevator come to an unanticipated stop, the doors open, and we hear giggling that makes us turn in that direction.
Here before us stand two beautiful teenage girls waiting to get on the elevator. They had caught us in our very private moment, the shorter blonde girl seems to be more embarrassed by it then we were. The pale skin of her cheeks flush red as she looks at her friend and then back at us. I know just from looking at this girl for that brief moment that she has caught us doing something she has often dreamed of but never acted on. I remember the feeling very well.
I look up to see what floor we are on. We are on the seventh floor and rather then wait I grab Sahara’s hand and lead her out of the elevator. I speak to the girls as we approach them. “There you go girls…it’s all yours now.” The blonde girl smiles shyly at me and I smile back. As I pass her I reach out and touch her shoulder, wink at her and say… “Go for it…but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Her cheeks grow redder now.
As Sahara and I practically run for the stairs I hear the other girl say to the blonde, “Oh my god can you believe that? What do you think she meant by ‘go for it’? Do you think they thought you and I were… or would do that?” The blonde girl still hasn’t replied yet as we reach the door to the stair way and start to take the steps down to Sahara’s apartment two at a time.
“Look out horny woman coming through…” Sahara laughs, pushing me aside gently, “and you know how we can get.” She picks up her pace and is several steps in front of me now. “Come on slowpoke. Can’t have me if you can’t catch me!”
“Oh don’t worry about me…” I start to run after her, she runs faster. “I’ll have you right where I want you soon enough!” I gain on her as we bust through the door to the fifth floor. Nothing like the thrill of a good hunt to get the blood flowing! I think as I chase her down.
We reach Sahara’s apartment door, she fumbles first for her keys and then trying to get the key in the lock. She’s trying to go too fast, and her hands are shaking slightly. I put my hand on top of hers to steady it as she finally slides the key in the lock and turns it. “Thanks” she smiles.
“Anytime.” I reply, turning the knob and pushing the door open. We stumble inside and she turns on the light switch beside the door. It’s only a small light above the door but it gives the room a nice warm glow. I take off my shoes, shut and lock the door behind us and watch Sahara as she slips out of her boots too.
As soon as her boots are off she puls her shirt up and over her head. She wastes no time in following with the complete removal of her skirt, bra and soaked panties in that order. This isn’t a slow, seductive strip tease for my benefit. She knows I’m watching her undress but she doesn’t tease me, just gets right to the point. Here before me standd the woman I love wearing absolutely nothing, her hair flows over her shoulders and her hard pink nipples stand proud for me to see. I devour her with my eyes, eat her up with my stare.
She smiles at me wickedly. “Your turn.”
“Hey, my game – my rules, remember?” She watches me now and she nods. I reach under the back of my shirt and undo the clasp of my bra. I slide first my left and then my right arm out of the straps and pull my bra out of the sleeve of my shirt. I give it a little twirl above my head, and toss it aside. Moving towards her now I slide my shirt up and over my outstretched arms, my already naked tits now bounce before her. I move more towards her now and place my hands on her naked hips. Our breasts touch as I fumble with the button on my pants and I walk her backwards towards the closest thing to us – the kitchen. “I think I need some help with these buttons.” I say.
She stops me from walking forward. Her hands cup my breasts, slide down my stomach, and undo the top button of my leather pants. I feel the zipper slide down in one quick motion. Her fingers hook through the belt loops on each hip and not so gently tug and work my pants down towards the floor. Her lips place tiny licks and butterfly kisses down my thigh as she slides my pants down my legs. I step out of them leaving me standing in only my lacy red panties. I place my hand under her chin and raise her up to my lips and again we kiss. I start to move her back towards the kitchen again, flicking on the light switch when we get there.
I ease her back on to the table in a sitting position. Bending down in front of her I put my hands on her knees and slowly push her legs open exposing her sweet pussy to my hungry eyes. I start kissing the inside of her knee, placing small licks and kisses further up her thigh. Sahara’s hands find her own tits. She licks her finger, circles her Aureola with them and then tugs at her nipples while she watches me approach her waiting mound. Her eyes are fixated on me and my movements. I can feel her her wanting…her need for release as my mouth continues it’s tender journey up her thigh.
My tongue rests just inches from her pubic hair now and I can’t resist the urge to sink my teeth in to her muscled upper thigh. Biting down lightly as if feasting on her body in an effort to feed my own hunger and desire. The tip of my tongue just barely run over the hair surrounding her pussy, the initial taste of her pussy juices on my tongue brings my taste buds to life and I dive in for more of her delicious nectar. With a flat tongue I run it up and down the length of her slit, over and over again, like a child lapping at ice cream cone on a hot summer day. My tongue circles her clit now and she squirms on the table above me, placing her hands at her side now for balance and throwing her head back in ecstasy. I attack her clit. Sucking, licking, biting in various speeds until she cries out and begins to tense with the orgasm building inside her. I feel her hand on the back of my head now, her fingers entagled in my hair, holding me to her. She squeezes my head between her thighs, she screams and cums on my face. I reach my hands around to her ass, cupping her cheeks and holding her to me as her orgasm takes over her body and her muscles spasm. I clean her with my tongue, savoring every last drop of her love. She holds me there between her thighs until she stops shaking and her breathing begins to slow.
A couple minutes pass as I’m waiting for her to regain her strength. I can’t stop touching her though. I want to make her cum again and again, but limit myself to rolling my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs, biting and kneading them with my mouth as she rests above me and slowly loosens her grip on my head by opening her thighs. I slowly begin to stand, Sahara still sits on the table, like this we are almost the same height. She wraps her legs around my waist and hooks them at the ankles behind me, this pulls her towards me and I can feel the warmth of her inner thighs on the exposed flesh of my stomach. With her hands she reaches for my face. Her fingers brush my cheek, she stares into my eyes longingly. Staring back I see more then a pair of sparkling blue eyes. In her eyes I see me… everything I am and everything I could ever be. She’s a part of me now, a part of my heart and my soul. If only she knew. “Kiss me,” Sahara whispers.
She slips her arms behind me, around me neck and we kiss… soft, sweet, sensual kisses. With her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist it feels like she is a part of me. I wrap my own arms around her waist and back slowly and carefully away from the table for a few steps. She clings to me and we continue to kiss before she unwraps her legs and lets them slide down my body till we were again standing face to face.
Unhooking her arms from around my neck she moves her kisses to my throat and over the side of my neck. She switches between licks and slow sucking kisses and my body fills with goose bumps. I can cum just from someone doing this long enough. My neck is an extremely sensual spot for me, and I enjoy someone spending an ample amount of time there. I’m ticklish there so any touch at all sendes little shock waves of pleasure through my body, but what she’s doing to me now is so much more. Pure heaven. Even my nipples aren’t this sensitive. I often wonder if it’s just me who gains so much pleasure this way or if other women are the same way.
Suddenly she stops, hooks one finger in the waistband of my underwear and moves me towards the large sofa she has in the living room. She is walking in front of me, leading me around by the underwear like a dog on a leash. She keeps peeking back over her shoulder at me with this indescribable grin on her face. Every move she makes seems to be slow motion, sexy and deliberate. Her naked hips sway as she walks. Her smooth perfectly shaped ass gives me an urge to bite into each cheek like they are a ripe peach. Just as we reach the sofa and I was about to bend down to do so she abruptly turns to face me and speaks.
“So, have I been a good girl so far?”
I just smile and pull her hard towards me, surprising her, she lets out a short and harsh laugh. Her body presses against mine fully, our breasts smash together. “Very good.” I say.
“So I get to be bad now, right?” She barely has the words out of her mouth before she quickly slides her hand inside my panties. One finger slips into my wet pussy and rubs my clit hard in a tiny circle. I let out a gasp, she has caught me off guard. “Anything I want? Anything goes?” I lean towards her trying to kiss her. She lets my lips almost touch hers and then pulls away, she continues to rub my clit forcefully. I don’t answer, I just mumble an inaudible ‘mmm hmm.’ I’m hers now and she coan do whatever she wants. I just want to be here with her like this. “Complete submission…I like that.” That grin graces her face again, and again without warning she acts. She yanks my panties to the floor in one swift motion and tells me to step out of them and get on the couch.
I sit down and she sits beside me. Sahara kisses me for a short moment and then strokes my nipples with her thumbs. She squeezes my breasts, kneading them, pulling and twisting the nipples till they stand taller for her then I think they ever have before. She wraps her lips around them and sucks, circles them with her tongue and again as quickly as she had started, she stops and begins giving me directions.
“Here,” she says grabbing a cushion from the end of the couch and placing it on the arm rest beside me, “turn side ways and get comfortable… but don’t lay all the way down.” I wasn’t sure what she was up to but I gave her a playful ‘are you crazy?’ kind of look and did as she asked. I lean with my back against the cushion and the arm rest, put my legs up on the couch and stretch them out full. I cross my legs at the ankles and cross my arms across my chest just like this was any other time I had stretched out on her sofa. She laughs at my silliness and I’m rewarded with a quick peck on the lips. “That’s good hun, I’m glad you’re comfortable but…” she pauses, “not exactly what I had in mind.”
She reaches down and uncrosses my ankles, lifts one leg and slides it towards the edge of the couch until it slips off and falls to the floor. She crawls up on the couch to the space where my leg had just vacated and uncrosses my arms too. My full breasts are once again revealed to her loving eyes and I’m completely at her mercy once again. “Okay, take me if you must!” I joke. I love to make her laugh almost as much as I love giving her the pleasure she had just enjoyed on the kitchen table. I was usually as successful at one as I was the other.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I nod and smile. She reaches down to once again insert a finger in my sopping wet pussy and runs it the length of my slit before removing it and bring it to her lips to taste me. “Oh yeah, you’re ready.”
She’s on her knees between my legs but slides one leg over my leg which was hanging off the couch. She straddles my leg, her pussy rests on my upper thigh just a few inches from my own. I know where she was heading now and I definitely approved. She starts to rub her pussy up and down my thigh with slow, sexy movements of her hips. Her wetness touches my skin, her pussy lips spread allowing my thigh to slip inside and put pressure on her clit. She pushes herself down harder on me now, rocking herself back and forth as she rides my leg. She’s facing me, her eyes half closed, breasts slightly swaying with her movements. She looks sexy as hell.
She continues to massage her wet pussy on my thigh. She reaches down, grabbing my ankle and raiseing my one leg so it comes to rest on the back of the couch. My pussy is completely wide open and exposed to her now, she maneuveres her pussy up my thigh, and a top my own. She grinds her mound against mine. I push back and move my hips in time with hers. Her hips thrust back and forth, her hands find my breasts. She runs her thumb in circles around the nipples, pinches them and then pulls them providing just a hint of pain, but a whole lot of pleasure.
Our bodies overtake us, layered with sweat and breathing heavily we rub our centers together for what seems like an eternity. Our clits touching, our juices seeping onto each other, our orgasm slowly welling up inside us like a volcano ready to explode. In this moment together two separate individuals failed to exist… two bodies, two hearts become one as Sahara leans down and pulls me up to her holding me close and kissing me as we cum together. The room is filled with the sounds of our love making, the pleasure we take in pleasing each other evident by our sighs and moans. Holding each other as tight as possible we climax, our bodies shake and spasm and we kiss sensually until we can move again. Just lost in the moment, the world around us doesn’t exist. We’re alone in the universe and it’s just the two of us.
“Thank you.” Sahara leans in close and whispers in my ear.
“For what?” I ask.
“For making me so happy.” She pauses, smiles, and then speaks again. “Nobody does it better than you. This is definitely a night I will remember.”