1 comments/ 4304 views/ 3 favorites The Dance Pt. 01 By: janellef "Gees, why doesn't she put some vodka in this drink?" I muttered while sitting with the happy hour crowd. I was to meet him here at 7:00 pm, it was 7:40 pm, he was, only, 40 minutes late. I am smart enough to know how to be single in a crowd, that is very easy to do. Way too easy. The ability to time your alcohol consumption makes you appear to be in total control of your environment. When to buy your own, when to let some stranger buy it, or one of the crowd to buy, all of this creates the illusion. It's all a smoke screen though. It just sets the stage, gives a place, means, a venue to live in. I have always felt it is a better thing to be aware than to be held hostage to any thing that takes you away from awareness. I was aware of the fact that he was getting ready to play. Well frankly, I couldn't think of anything that I wouldn't like to do more than play him, like he was playing me. I was restlessly watching the games go by. His indifference to time management, that one has a right to expect for the, 'most important girl in his life,' spoke more eloquently than any words could. It's not like I didn't expect it. I could sense that he was getting ready to play that game. The boundaries had been laid out quickly by both of us after we decided we were a couple. As far as I was concerned my boundaries were going to be nothing more than a reflection of his; exclusive, (with, 'semi,' stitched between each letter of that word,) intimate enough to be interesting, sexually charged when needed, all around quite congenial. Evidently a congenial relationship that was not going to encompass being on time. So, do you see? I was waiting, watching and I guess, I was hunting. Well, considering it anyway. No, that last part is not entirely accurate. Finalizing the decision is the better phrase. Heh heh.. "Buy you a drink?" I looked up at the stranger who had walked over to the crowd I was with. As his question penetrated my reverie he stood right beside me, so, so, deliciously put together, and there. He wasn't going anywhere as my eyes literally scanned his body. Thirty-five or so, dressed very well, no ring evident, well groomed, deliciously tall, (oops there's that word again,) hair dark brown. Right by my side, was a very handsome man standing there asking me if I wanted a drink. My God he had such dark eyes. Ok, you get the picture? Burt Reynolds, Tom Selleck, George Clooney, Harrison Ford, (in his younger days?) I know, spare me. Mom's dream lover. Well, he was at least 10 years older than me. Truth be told? Much better than what's his name. Alvin actually. I was done assessing this man. "Certainly." His hand reached to mine. He lifted slightly as he requested me to stand. "Oh," He wished to take me to his table, "certainly." I looked around at my little group, they were all occupied. Only June noticed that I was accumulating all my paraphernalia and placing it in my purse. I slid off my stool. I hoped she understood that my tiny smile was saying that the prospect of a drink with this delightfully handsome stranger was just a wee bit more enticing than waiting for some idiot that clearly wanted to just play out another facet of a game. Personally I didn't care. This appeared to be a game I definitely wanted to be involved in. We walked to a table in the back of the room far away from the crowd. I was glad. I thought it was a very good plan. "My name is Gerome." "Uh, Denise." "You look bored." "Oh. Well I don't know, it's difficult to be bored if you are concerned about the amount of vodka in your screwdriver." I laughed. "Oh," his eyes seemed to twinkle, "serious about your liquor hunh?" "No," I paused to give myself time to phrase the proper words so he wouldn't get the image of a 24 year old lush into his mind, "she's just doing her job, making drinks and I'm just drinking 'em, while musing as I always do." "I see," he continued, "you really don't care about the amount of alcohol in your drink but notice that you should?" "Right!" I laughed heartily, "Anyway I'm a take charge girl." "Hmm, interesting." he said pensively, "Take charge?" "Yup." I continued, "If I really cared? I would stop at a liquor store on my way home, buy my own vodka and make the damn drink my way!" I lightly hammered my fist on the table. "Well! You go girl! Nice to meet you Denise." "Oh." I deliberately stepped out of my 'scene.' "Thank you." I then mock bowed to the non existent crowd. "There's nothing wrong with being a take charge girl Denise." "It's over rated." "Hmm, over rated, I don't think so. Reality is always better don't you think?" he said. I moved my head to the side and smiled, "Works for me." I tagged the sentence with a cute sly lilt. It was time to transform my smile to one that accepts a very pleasant overture, "Nice to meet you Gerome." "So." He sat back slightly turned as if leaving the table, "What's my boss buying the lady to drink?'' "Oh." I said pensively , "Expense account hunh? Alsbach." "Well well," he said, "last time I checked, pricey." "Yup, Sis has one back there, she knows how to make my drink." "Sis?" he paused then laughed, "Cute, 'she's just doing her job ...' ok, we'll help her do that then. Be right back." I watched his every step to the bar avidly. "Good catch girl!" I mused aloud adjusting things while looking in the compact's mirror. Overall I decided that I had chosen well in regards to my attire. This dress just perfectly adorned my body. There are so many ways out of it, ... oh, never mind. It always helps through if it is enticing, right? The light pink fabric drapes over one shoulder to the lower part of my waist where it buttons under the fabric from the other side. Both pieces of fabric criss cross just perfectly over my breasts and makes a very delightful V just below mid point on my waist. The skirt falls to the absolutely perfect place on my legs, yeah I know, don't say it. I never wear panty hose so if the flap of the skirt moves just right, glimpse of garter time. Anyway the accent that night was a coral hued skin tight Camisole. Anyway Gerome was back. "That's quite a drink." he said sliding back into the booth. "Oh, it's just a brew that I designed." "I see," he nodded his head, "ok." shrugged his shoulders, "A brew hunh? Do I need my crystals?" I looked up at him from stirring my drink, "Crystals?" then laughed. "Oh I get it. Nah, I'm sure there is enough crystal around our drinks to protect us." "I was thinking about me actually." he chuckled. "I'm not a threat, I'm just a girl." We seriously needed to get around this. "I've noticed. To us ..." he held up his drink. I nodded my head and tapped my drink against his. We each took a drink of our respective concoctions, "What did the boss buy you?" "Maker's Mark." "Maker's Mark? Straight?" I was surprised. "Yup." he nodded, "no pussy footing around, gonna drink? Drink!" "I guess," I said stirring my drink, " ... maybe I need the crystals." I laughed and took a sip of my drink. "Nah." he said, "Your sister's bar, your drink as potent as mine, I think our crystals are in stand off mode." "Stand off!" I burst out laughing, "That's good. Touche`." "So," he said, "I need to use the men's room," "Oh, I can get us a bowl of popcorn, I'll go with," "Oh," he interrupted, "order us an appetizer if you wish." "Courtesy of your boss right?" I laughed lightly. "Of course." I stood and realized I was just a few steps ahead of myself since the room was clearly moving but I was not. "Oh my." I grabbed hold of the chair. He turned to me and steadied my arm, "You ok?" I looked at him woozily, "Yup, F I N E ... fine." then winked. "Very fine." he added. Ok, ok, I wasn't that bad off. In reality that drink is made to do that. I was prepared. I walked with him and then peeled away to go see my sis. "Hmmm, talk about getting lucky." I mused over my good fortune. I arrived at the bar, "We need some mozzarella sticks Ginny." She turned, looked at me, picked up her phone and ordered, and said disapprovingly, "You are hunting. You know that old adage about, 'too good to be true?' " "Sure do Sis." "Unh uhhh," she replied, "point made." "Get out of 'mommie,' mode Sis, I'm not marrying him." "Thank God for that!" as she turned back to her area she asked, "Where's Alvin?" "Wherever, whatever, I don't care." I answered breezily. "You have to put some of you into that you know. Oh, your appetizer is ready. Here." "Ha!" I laughed, "Wanna know what parts he got last time?" "No! Spare me." "You've do a good enough job of sparing yourself Sis, loosen up." I continued, "This is on his boss's tab." "I knew that." she touched my hand, "Just be careful" "Thanks, I will," I said while turning, " ... see ya," her voice joined mine, "wouldn't want to be ya." We both laughed then she interrupted, "Oh hey, I'm closing that section in ten minutes." I could see the disapproval in her eyes as I turned back and winked at her, "Yeah, I knew that." I could feel her glare on my back as I walked back into our, 'private room.' I was finally composed. He was seated there. I walked up and placed the cheese sticks on the table, "Is there anything else sir?" He chuckled, "You sure are a take the bull by the horn type of girl aren't you." "Pardon?" I feinted backwards a bit, "Hmm, I don't know what you mean sir." He sat back, loosened his tie and continued, "Ok, the crystals are eyeing each other. They are circling, one to the right the other to its right, eyes locked." I scooted closer to him, "Sounds like a dance to me." I took a sip of my drink with a, 'ok buddy, where's this going,' type of look. "Let's then." Obviously he could read quite well. I moved forward quickly, "What?" (note to self, next time be prepared for a response.) I took a quick sip of my drink. "Dance." "I don't know how to dance to this stuff." "Yeah," he replied, "it does kind of depend on the song I admit." "I think we are dancing right now." I laughed lightly. "Tell ya what," I nodded my head, "we'll just call that other possibility a, 'definite, maybe.' " "I can live with that, oxymoron's have their place, 'specially as it relates to 'dancing.' " his reply ended with a cunning smile. We sparred a bit more, teasing, flirting, finding out about each other. You know how it goes. "So, we've established that you weren't bored." he said. I looked up at him a bit surprised, "You mean you were paying attention?" "Of course," he replied, "I have an investment going on here." " 'Investment?' " I was affronted, "Your Boss, is buying our drinks." and stood, "Furthermore, I am not," He placed his hand on my arm, "No. I didn't mean it that way." " ... take your hand off me!" "Sorry." he removed his hand, "I wasn't thinking ..." "Damn right you weren't." I replied slowly sitting back down. " ... all I meant was that I earn his Largess and spend it my way." he continued, "I wasn't buying you. I apologize." "Ok," I replied after taking a few deep breaths. "Fair enough." I continued, "Nope, not boredom." "I thought so," he nodded his head up and down, "you had checked your watch 3 times in 5 minutes." "What?" I eyed him suspiciously, "You a cop or something?" "No!" he answered quickly, "I'm just a guy living in the moment." "Yeah, a realist, I remember." I replied sardonically, "Well, we aren't discussing that." and continued, "That was then this is now." I turned my head hearing my sister moving the divider doors together between the two sections. "I'm closing this section," she said, "do you two need anything?" I looked at him. He gestured with his hand that it was my decision, "Yes, but make mine a short Alex Sis." "Certainly." she replied, "I'll be right back." I leaned towards him, "Let's get back to the moment." "Sounds like a plan," he answered, "you know though, you are right, we've been dancing for about an hour now." "No, 40 some minutes," I interrupted, "to be precise," and looked at my watch, "47." "Yes," he nodded his head, "right. You have been sitting there driving me 'whacko,' " "'Whacko?'" I laughed and thought of Dustin Hoffman in a movie I had seen. "yes." he continued, "Every time you move your arm, turn, lift your drink, preen," "Hmm," I looked at him innocently, "I was wondering if you were noticing." " ... I noticed." He lowered his voice, "In fact, when you brought the snack in, well," (he whispered,) "I wanted you take one of those sticks and show me, 'what ...' everyone in that room would've got one hell of a show." "That, depends on me." I replied. Sis was walking through the entry way. We pulled away from each other. She sat the drinks on the table, "I'll tab this for you sir," then sat some napkins in front of us, "anything else, (oth ... uh,)" she moved her eyes indicating some prior agreement, "let me know." "Certainly," he handed her a 50 dollar bill, "I'm sure we'll be ok." She nodded then sent a warning glance to me through her eyes. "Thanks sis." I said as she reached to the louvered doors and closed them separating the two rooms. I wiggled my index finger at him beckoning him closer again, "That is all a bit 'moot,' now." "Indeed." I stood up and grabbed his hand, "I can dance to this," but the song was ending. " ... oh, pooh, ending." I pouted then tripped, (on nothing.) "Whoops," he caught me, "no more for you young lady." "Oh." I continued, measured out the words and mimicked Kenny Loggins, "I'm all right, ta da da dat dat, don't you worry about me." "This isn't altruism." he pulled me close and kissed me. His hands roamed all over my body. He caressed my butt. "I want you to enjoy every bit of this." his left hand moved up and caressed my breast. "No problem," I said breathing hard, "whew, no problem at all." "Yes!" One of Fogarty's best riffs was blasting through the speakers, "I've always wanted to try to dance to this." "Oh, Suzy," he began humming with the riff. I moved away from him, kept the steps in rhythm as he held my hand to stay with me. I claimed the whole area dancing around him. He sat on a chair, "This is good I'm watching." I kept dancing, lip synced the words and danced like a stripper. I lifted my dress while dancing and moved around him then brought my hands up and moved them on my breasts. I turned and touched my ass then brought my fingers up and blew on them. He pulled me to him and reached his hand under my dress pressing his fingers directly against my mound, (making me realize how incredibly wet I was.) He brought his hand to his lips and blew on them, "Now, that, is hot." He began looking under the pleats for the hidden button. "Uh," I was looking about the room. "Shh." he placed his fingertip at his lips, "I bought the room, private party, no surveillance. This is our room." I let him remove the dress. "You have a gorgeous body," he laid it on the pool table next to us then helped me sit on his lap. "There might be hope for my sister yet." I giggled snuggling up to him. He caressed my breast, "She said, I quote, 'well, at least I know where the lil slut is.' " "Jealousy." I laughed. I reached to his lap. My thumb and fingertips outlined his cock through the fabric, "My my," I sat back a bit my face registering my surprise, " ... you half black?" "Goodness," I shifted on him and opened his pants to reach through the slit in his boxers, " ... hefty." I pulled his underwear down then held it so I could look at it, "Whew!" I slid off his lap to between his legs. "Whoa. Whoa baby." he reached to my hand to lift me back up, "I still got a dance move or two." "Oh." I bent and kissed it, "That's right, we're dancing." I stroked it a few times, "Bye bye big boy." "It ain't going anywhere." he stood removed his tie and then put that wonderful uh ... away. "You're taking away my toy." I pouted. "Hmmm, let me help here then." I said and helped unbutton his shirt. He finished removing it. His arms encircled my waist and lifted me, "This song is perfect to dance to." Lionel was crooning telling his love that she was a lady by three times, "Glad you are carrying me, I can't waltz." I murmured to him. "You're doing fine baby." he waltzed us around the area my legs around his waist my arms around his neck. I looked at the skin at his waist. I could feel my wet sticking to my panties, "Careful I don't ruin your pants." "Whatever," he said and inhaled deeply, " ... such a lovely scent." His hands supported my lower back as I let my hands slide down those muscled arms until I was horizontal against his waist. My eyes were closed and I was in the zone, feeling all dreamy and wonderfully ready. I thought, 'Ok, fuck me.' He lifted me a bit more and set me gently onto the pool table. "Oh," I looked around, scooted back a bit, and wondered if I had spoke the words "Shh!" he reached to my panties. They were gone and laying beside me. He reached his hand to mine pulling me up a bit so he could reach to the hem of my camisole. It soon was with my panties. His hands started to make my breasts and nipples feel oh so good. My head was flat on the table and he moved me adjusting me before he began to kiss and lick. I had never been kissed and licked so well. My hand was on his head just holding it there for dear life as I began to murmur and groan. I wondered if I could be heard as he moved up on me and kissed me, trapping every one of those moans but the long drawn out, 'uhooooah,' that escaped when he pushed his fingers into me. He pulled away from me, (even as I vainly tried to keep him there,) going back and going down on me. It didn't take long with his hands on my breasts and that marvelous tongue doing those wonderful squiggly things that a tongue can do to a girl. I held on and let me him push me over the edge. I couldn't help but cry out before his hand came up and covered my mouth. All I could do was bite down and hang on as my body writhed under the delicious ministrations of his tongue and lips, my hips rose and lowered as he licked and ate the orgasm out of me. "Chreeee ... rist!" I gasped as the aftershocks rippled away from my body. "What was that?" "Our first dance." he backed away from the table's edge with a devilish smile. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. "Unh hunhh." I said. I sat up and watched him remove his pants, "Your turn hunh?" It was time for more brutal honesty. "That thing is huge!" I moved forward laying on my stomach reaching to hold and stroke it. "I don't know." "Mmmm," he murmured as my lips opened around the tip, "just what you can Denise." While nodding my head side to side rapidly I replied, "I want it all." then moved my lips letting more and more of it come into my mouth. The tip was moving back and forth on my tongue which had accommodated to him as I felt the hold on my head become tense. "Damn!" I saw that his face was grimaced and he was gritting his teeth as I moved away from him. "Not in my mouth." He was breathing heavy. "I know, I know." I moved and sat back. "You better start thinking about 16 hour drives and roadkill then," I chuckled sarcastically, " ... check's in the mail is a promise, not a punch line." I moved my hand lightly on his cock giving it something less intense to respond to. "I know," he was breathing hard, "promise." "I saw this in a porno." I rolled onto my back. I reached behind me for his cock. I scooted towards him lifting my head a bit so it was on the edge of the pool table. "Ready to behave?" I smiled, looked up at him and licked the underside of his cock. "Gently." I placed the tip of his cock on my lips. "Mmmm." I murmured as it slid on my tongue. I closed my mouth.. The Dance Pt. 01 He had calmed down. As my lips moved sucking more of his cock, he fed me. It kept taking more and more as I let it take more, My eyes were closed as I concentrated. Every suck and every inch so gently given, all the way, all the way to my throat. I opened my eyes looking up at the enormous cock in my mouth, there was still more. I reached behind him tapping on his hip closing my mouth after having gasped a breath. He pushed more into me slowly 1/16th of an inch at a time lightly prodding against my throat causing me to gag a bit. My throat reacted a bit. He stopped, it passed, he moved again. There it was just a bit more than the tip all the way there. He pulled back while I reached my hand to it trying to keep it there. "No baby," he said holding my head gently, (my mouth felt so empty,) " ... promise." "Damn!" I exclaimed. "Ok, ok, turn over." I turned over. "That's it, on your hands and knees." he said to me as he climbed up onto the table. "Careful." I warned as he moved around behind me. "I'm not thinking of your ass." He moved his fingertips along my vagina, "Damn, you're sopping wet." "Whatever," I moaned while my hips involuntarily responded and I clutched the table's edge, " ... please." "Ok," he scooted up to my backside then pushed down a bit on my shoulders making me lower my body down. He coaxed my hips back while pushing on the small of my back causing me to stretch. "Mmm, nice," he said while moving the head of his cock on my pussy, "can you take it?" It felt like a fist. I knew it was the most incredibly largest hottest cock I had ever welcomed into me, "Fuck me!" He did just that. All I could do was hold on as he shoved every inch into me. My orgasm started the moment he took it all. I held onto the edge of the table as he fucked me more. Every groan, every moan was just a tremor on the fault line as he continued. I coasted along with him. He kept moving in me until he began moving faster and faster. Finally I felt him shove hard into me. I could feel every delicious throb as it filled me inside. He kept moving and there was so much more wet under me. I just laid there under him the orgasm calming me with the knowledge that I had indeed taken it all. He finally backed away from me. I was laying face down on the table my fingertips dangled over the table's edge. I was content. He laid next to me and warmed my body with his arm and presence. He whispered, "Ok Sweetie?" I lazily opened my eyes and laughed quietly, "You bet. Your place or mine?" The Dance Pt. 02 "Want to meet a friend of mine?" "Pardon?" I laughed nervously, "a 'friend?' " I sat up quickly, closed my legs and criss crossed my arms around my knees. "Yes." he replied. "What makes you think I'd want," I stared at him intensely. "Well," he replied blandly, "let's see, how did you phrase it, it, '... depends on me!' " His expression became playful. "Exactly." "Ok," he watched as I reached to my dress, "it could be more fun right?" "Well," I scooted to the side of the table. I held my hand out for his assistance, "that could get, intense, you know." "That's more dependent upon you than me," He held my hand like a proper gentleman, (in spite of the fact that he had just suggested some sort of group scene,) "believe me Denise, nothing happens without your, 'yes.' I promise to protect you." "No doubt," I hopped the short distance to the floor, "but getting to a, 'no,' can quickly turn into a very dangerous proposition for someone of my size compared to you multiplied by 2." I wrapped the dress around my naked body. "It's entirely up to you." he interrupted. I walked to the table and turned, " ... and all that testosterone, with a capital T." I needed to quench my thirst. I continued, "Let's be realistic here, you walk into a room with me on your arm and there's another man sitting there who has undoubtedly been shot down," "Oops," he interrupted me again, "I'd better clear something up ..." " ... uh watching porn," (I thought about the stupidity of using alcohol to quench thirst.) "Yes I think clarity would be good." I sipped a tiny bit of the leftover brew, "You gonna sit or what?" "Oh," he pulled his chair back to the table, "I guess." then continued, "You're assuming," "Hah!" I laughed out loud interrupting him, "You just heard me begging for it on a pool table in my sister's bar. Then you proposition me with, whatever, and I'm assuming?" I picked up one of the leftover drinks removed the straw and downed it. "Good point," he said, "unless you consider how, 'Dora,' would change your carefully crafted equation." "Dora?" I said and halted the drama, "Damn I'm thirsty." I looked at the half empty watery contents of the drinks on the table, then saw the drink machine, "Yup,that'll do." I stood and reached for my purse. "Yes." he said. "I've never been with a woman ..." I fumbled the quarters dropping one on the floor. I stooped and picked it up, "Dora, and you?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Look at that!" I placed the bottle of grapefruit juice on the table, "$2.50 for that! I could've bought two or three grapefruits. She isn't one of those heifer housewives is she?" "Puhleez," he said, "in fact she's quite remarkable being over 40. A take charge woman too." he continued, "5' 9", very long auburn hair, brown eyes, ( I do mean brown, not dark brown,)" "Right, got it, brown." I replied distractedly gesturing him to continue. " ... skin tone, dark uh, reddish." "Suited to an auburn haired woman." I said. "Ok, so she's relatively, 'hot,' in a Julianne Moore type of way, uh well, taller ... did I mention that I've never been with a woman?" "You've wanted to haven't you?" he replied kindly. "Certainly. There's this one girl when I was, uh, but this is, 'real.' " "She must've been real too." he continued, "If you did or did not has nothing to do with what you can do now. Believe me Dora knows how." "What I can do now is walk away!" I stood after the verbalization of my thought and mumbled the rest of it, "Male and female ain't doin too good," (I was thinking of all the 'Alvin's') "except for you of course." I sat, "How do these little, 'tete a tete,' uh, what happens?" "Well, Dora analyzes, correlates and," he took my hand, "should I just be blunt?" "Works for me, remember?" I said just as bluntly moving my other hand encouraging him to continue. "If she wants you, she will invite you , but she will 'interview,' you first." he said and emphasized the significance of that word. "Hmm." I sat thinking for a few minutes. "Interview hunh?" He waved his hand in front of my face as I stared through him. "Let's go." I stood and offered him my hand as if he should lead the way. "Whoa Denise," he stopped me, "all you did was put on your dress, are you sure?" He referred to my camisole, bra and panties. "Uh, you are a bit exposed, your sister?" "I don't know, 'how,' the relationship between me and my sister touches upon my free choice to dress as I please." I replied tersely. "I'm dressed." "Those are hers anyway." I continued, "Saturday night, this place is a strip joint. Do you have to call her?" "Uh, no." he stood and took my hand, "I need to settle up with your sister though." then glanced around the area his eyes encompassing my castaway panties and bra, "Uh ..." "I have to settle up with someone too." I said as we walked back into the bar room. "There he is." "Go ahead." I continued, "Tip her extra she'll be ok with it." I walked up to my, soon to be, 'ex,' "Alll vinnn." I pulled up a chair, "Excuse me everyone." I sat and scooted close to him. I crossed my right leg over my left knee. "I want every thing of your's out of my apartment when I come home." The fold of my dress had draped to the side of my leg and exposed my bare leg. I sat back and placed my right ankle on my left knee. I pulled back the skirt and showed him my fresh fucked pussy, "Or I swear to God I will burn it!" "Oh!" I turned and saw Gerome walking over to us. I uncrossed my legs and placed the flap of my skirt where it belonged, "Are we ready Gerome?" I stood. "Trust me!" I turned to Alvin, "I will do it! We walked out. "You flashed him." he laughed as if not quite sure he should be. "Damn right I did." I laughed along with him. I wondered what Alvin would think if he saw me later. "Well," he said leading me down the hallway to the rooms, "we don't have to go far, but it's easy to get lost." "Don't worry I know my way." "Oh." he stopped his thought. "Off limits." I replied smiling at him as we walked. "Ok." he said. We stopped at a door and he knocked twice. The door opened. A woman was standing there in a light coral lingerie gown that needed no ambient light to reveal what she wished to reveal. "Oh," She seemed surprised, " ... Gerome," then excited, "that pretty maid I told you about." She extended her hand to me. "Thank you." she nodded at him. "How are you dear?" she gently led me into her room. "Uh, yeah, doing well," I replied, " ... I'm uh, part-time uh, here." I was having definite articulation problems after I noticed her copper eyes. "Sweetie, now don't let that, worry you." she patted my hand, "I'll not tell. Let's sit." We sat on the couch. She sat so close to me that I was squished against the arm rest of the couch. "You may leave Jerome." she said. She turned and placed her elbow on the top of the couch beside my head to brace herself, "What's your name dear?" She looked me over as I retreated and scrunched myself into the corner of the couch. "Oh," she scooted over a little on the couch, " ... you poor thing, get comfortable." "Oh, thank you." I said and moved so I could sit comfortably, (but still a bit cramped,) "I'm Denise." "Oh, Daddy wanted a boy," she sing songed the words and laughed, "Denise is a lovely name my dear." "By the way," she traced the tip of her finger on my bare knee, "if you would like to drape those lovely legs over my lap it wouldn't bother me a bit." "Oh," I answered with a blush, " ... well," I moved to the side against the arm rest again. "Of course, I could back off though. I've been accused of scaring young things like you." her finger traced upwards further under my skirt. "That's up to you of course." her eyes rested on mine after her fingernails had gently scraped a trail along my inner thigh. She moved her fingertips to my mouth and traced my lower lip, "Isn't it." "Uh," It was time to be that 'take charge,' girl, " ... he really didn't have to argue too hard to get me here." I settled comfortably where I was, "It's just that I've never been with a woman." "Well then, 'It's just that ...' " she mimicked my words, "I'm the woman for you. That is a lovely dress dear." "Oh," I muttered, "it cost ... uh," "It is such a statement," she continued talking over my words and tracing her fingernail down the fabric to my waist, "especially when you are naked under it." She inserted her fingertip under the fold, "Where is it? Oh, there it is." and unbuttoned it. She opened it, "So, should I back off Denise?" "No," I said, turned and looked at her, "I'm content to let experience lead the way." then moved a half circle to the right so I was braced by the armrest. I lifted my legs to drape them on her lap. She remained seated as she was which forced my legs open obscenely wide, my bottom being unable to slide. "Mmmm," she said dreamily, "so presentable." then laughed slightly, "but it looks like you fell on your butt." "Would you please let me see if it's ok?" she moved her hand indicating that I should turn over and show her. "My butt?" "Show me your ass dear!" she said. "This way?" I began turning to the right. She unwrapped the dress from my body as I turned, "Perfect." She said, "now, continue." and gestured that I should continue. She stopped me when I was at her shoulder, (readied to sit again,) "Very good dear. You have a nice butt." "Oh," I blushed, "uh thank you D ..." "Ma'am." she said. "Undress me please." I moved into a kneeling position on the couch. "Yes Ma'am." "No Dear, kneel in front of me." I moved and knelt in front of her. She pointed her finger to above her breast, "Remove it from here, slowly please. You know how to do this don't you?" she took my hand and moved the fingertips under the strap. She let me finish the action. "Very good dear," she cooed, "thank you for helping my arm through the strap, next time touch me." I moved to her other shoulder and helped in like manner then moved my hand to her breast caressing it. "Finish." she said. I leaned back slightly. I eased the slip slowly down her body. It passed smoothly under her. "I hope you don't get a fit of the giggles." she sighed. Her body was so frankly revealed to me, "It is better for the mature and less mature to be together in honest adoration don't you agree?" "I've, 'never,' been with a woman ..." I murmured and stood. "Remain as you were!" she indicated that I should kneel. "I asked you a question young lady." she said peremptorily. "Oh, uh yes ... uh Ma'am." I muttered. "Very good." "Please show me how." I spoke barely above a whisper. "To, 'what,' Denise?" she asked and reached for my hand to place my fingertips directly between her legs. She pressed them against her mound. "Answer me girl." "Show me how, to seduce a woman like me." I replied then brought my fingertips up to my lips, "Oops, I meant ..." "My goodness girl! You meant that!" she sat. "Then, you should know," she continued, "this lesson will not have you objectively studying, do you understand?" She indicated that I should sit on the floor in front of her, and took my hand back to her mound, "You will blissfully experience what is not going to be anything less then, very real." "I am not a book. Look at me Denise." "Yes Ma'am." I looked up at her. "I'm 44 years old." she said, "When I decided that men were here for only one thing, to relieve the motherhood itch, I decided," she moved my fingertips on her so I could feel her wet, "there are a lot of straight girls." "Do you know how many straight girls I've had?" "Well, no." I shook my head side to side. "Well sweetie," she interrupted me, "that is just the thing, if I tell you about, Abbie, oh yes Bethany and Cassandra," she reached her hand to my cheek, "by the time I get to Melinda you will be sleeping." and laughed. "You don't want a boring old lecture do you?" "No I don't Dora." I was looking up at her and reached for her hand to place it on my head, "Teach me." "Denise," she said moving her hand away, "we're way, less than a quarter of the way to that point. Let's go to my room." She took my hand and helped me stand. She walked me away from the couch to a door. She opened it. I turned back towards the couch, "Our ...?" She placed her fingertips on my lips and continued my words, " ... cast away clothes, 'tells', everyone, we are naked and alone and wish to be left that way!" She led me through the door and turned immediately as I closed it behind us, "Do you understand?" She inhaled deeply and nodded. "Goodness Denise I can smell you." She pushed me against the door. "If I shoved two of these fingers in you," she lifted her hand up showing the middle finger and the ring finger together, " ... I bet you'd orgasm." She tapped her foot against my ankle indicating that I should move my leg, "Open dear." She whispered her thanks while her fingertips were finding me, moving on me, preparing me. I closed my eyes waiting. Her fingers slid into me all the way. My moan echoed against the walls. "Wouldn't you dear?" Her words were phrased as a statement as her knuckle pressed against my pussy. I was having another orgasm. "Being with me means there will be many more," she said then whispered other inciting phrases. Her words became her as she moved her fingers in me taking all the orgasm I had to give and making it hers. My body experienced the chaotic spasms of my muscles. I stood on my tiptoes, my hands attempted to dig my fingernails into the door, so I could be closer to her. I was moaning loudly while the current of lust was passing through me. Her blurry incoherent words became sensible after my orgasm crested. She was still whispering, " ... making every one of her orgasms, given by me, and therefore mine." "Yes Dora." I mumbled with halted breath after, 'sense,' reminded me to answer her. "Hmm. I will allow that for now." She said and stepped closer to me. Her body's softness rubbed against mine, which still was flush against the wall. "You don't know the proper protocol and obviously you have forgotten how to answer me, haven't you dear?" "I'm sorry ma'am." I replied mesmerized by her copper eyes which seemed to radiate. "You will learn." she said leaning to me and kissing me. I sealed my lips on hers and breathed in her breath holding it. She stepped back and gazed at me. She reached her hand to my breast and caressed it softly. "You are exposed to me Denise." she gently pinched my nipple. "I can see your shame in your eyes as you stand before me naked and exposed." I stood there looking at her. Her breath's nitrogen having dissipated inside me made me hold on to her arm steadying myself. I could see the want in her eyes. My need, lust, and body was totally exposed to her. "You are perfect." she leaned in and kissed my neck. Her hand palmed my breast squeezing, feeling it, weighing it almost as if assessing. I moaned as I moved my head back exposing my neck. I was not recognizing anything but a desire to let her kiss as she wished. She gently nibbled at my exposed neck, then lightly bit me. My fingers tapping on her back begged for her body to be closer to me. I wanted her soft demanding essence to envelope my exposed body while I felt the tingle of her bite on my neck. I groaned aloud. "Yes Denise, let me know you are mine." she pressed against me again. I could feel the heat of her lust trapped between us igniting my desire again for her. She began kissing and licking, her tongue was flattened on my skin leaving a very wet trail on my neck and shoulders. She licked my nipple and made it very wet. As she kissed her way down I could feel the contrasts between my heated skin, her warm saliva and the cool of the room, highlighting the trail. I put my hands in her hair holding her very loosely. I had no intention of even wanting to direct her. I wanted her to continue. She sucked my nipple softly, her tongue tasted my nipple then she bit me lightly. I cried out loudly and clutched her head. I could feel her face caressing my breast. She broke the kiss and palmed my breast. Her palm soothed the nipple to the sound of my pleasured moans She knelt. "Look at me Denise." she said looking up at me. My legs were very rubbery as I looked down. She was kneeling in front of my mound. "Part of your initiation is learning how to eat properly Denise." she smiled. Her smile become a disappointed one. "I can't teach you though," she pressed her fingertips snug against my clitoris, " ... a proper Mistress would never eat a man's cum from a Submissive's pussy." She began moving her fingertips rapidly on my pussy while one finger stayed pressed upon my clitoris. "I assure you my tongue feels nicer than those fingers." "I want you to cum again Denise," her fingers were moving rapidly one entering me, another entering, one leaving to be joined by another. Her fingers were all over my pussy. One on my clitoris; remaining there as her fingers created the chaos that was moving my hips wherever she directed them. "Cum now Denise." I groaned aloud again as I slid down the wall. One of her hands helped guide me to the seated position in front of her as my body almost went numb from the pleasures flowing through every part of me. I was gasping for air as I opened my eyes to see her in front of me on her knees. "You Denise, are delightful!" she leaned close to me brushing the hair from my face while looking at me, "I am going to love training you." She leaned in kissed my cheek and whispered, "Are you ok?" "Yes Ma'am." I nodded. "Are you ready to please me?" she stood holding her hand out to me. "I don't think I know how ... ma'am." I stood with her help. "Oh. You will Denise." she nodded her head, "In spite of your ignorance. She led me to her bed, "I don't think though," She sat patting the spot beside her, " ... that you know any, thing about pleasing another woman. Do you?" "You can teach me," I turned and looked at her, "show me?" "If I do that," she tapped her fingertip on my cheek, "you have admitted you intend to go out on your own and try to be me, haven't you?" "Uh," I stammered seeing myself doing exactly that, "it's what I want." "Thank you for your honesty." she said and continued, "Nonetheless there are, 'turf,' issues here sweetie." "Turf?" "Yes." she said, "I might move here and here you are going through all my prospects." "I don't want your turf Dora," I said, "I want my own." "Well, that's my point Denise." she pushed me down onto the bed. "You think you have. 'turf,' here." She sat on the top of my thighs her pussy flat against mine. She began moving her pussy forward and back in tiny motions rubbing on mine, "When in fact, you have none." She took my hand and placed it on her breast, "Unless of course, I give it to you. Please caress my breast Denise." I began moving my fingertips on her breast, while my thumb pressed lightly caressing it. This was the first time I had ever touched another woman's breast. I loved how it felt, so pliable, wonderfully soft, able to fulfill, quench and satiate. I was mesmerized seeing the flesh that wasn't covered lightly bulging revealing her fecundity. "Mmmm, very good Denise." she said while moving her self forward and back on my body, (with every cycle of movement inching her 'self,' upwards on my body,) "Just a bit rough though dear." She covered my hand with hers, "Let me show you how your palm can caress me." then moved my hand to the other breast my palm directly over her nipple. "Now," she quietly said, "the tips of your fingers and the tip of your thumb. They," she breathed in deeply. " ... mmmm, my goodness you are a quick study Denise." She pressed her pussy flush to my body. The Dance Pt. 02 Slowly and languorously she moved forward. She pinned my arm beside my head. She moved her face very close to mine, and whispered, "Can you feel my wet?" I nodded my head quickly. I felt the air lick at my skin, and tried to reach to her, "Yes Ma'am." "No no dear." she pushed my hand back down, "I want you to lay there," she sat back on my body, "and look at me." I looked at her body shadowing over mine. She was breathing harder, her body was flushed, and her nipple was hard under my caressing palm. I saw a woman sexually poised over my opened, and prepared body. I was being taken. She said, "Look at a Mistress' lust." and gently reached to the back of my head coaxing me to her breast. "She has to control her lust." I didn't know what to do. My lips were there as she moved my face against her breast. Those movements helped me instinctively respond then learn. My tongue sought out her nipple touching here and then there on her breast until it found the distinct texture of her nipple. My tongue wet it. "Suck it dear." she whispered not pushing on the back of my head anymore. I was caressing her breast with my face in the same way she had taught me. I began sucking. I could hear her breathing and the faint echoing 'thrum, thrum,' of her heart. The feel of her hardened nipple in my mouth filled with me want. Never in my life had I ever felt this much want, flowing though me, touching me intimately. This kind of want could own me. "What a sweet beautiful young lady you are." She took my hand from where she had pinned it and moved it along my body to her mound. "Do you know ..." she moved my fingers in her wet, "how much lust a Mistress has at her disposal?" She moved my fingertips to her other breast and slathered her wet all around the hardened nipple coating it with her wet. She looked at me praising me for my adoration and I looked up at her and knew she wanted me to be at her other breast. I moved to it and licked all around it gathering all her wet into my mouth. I wanted to taste the wonderful wet of my first woman. I closed my mouth and savored it feeling it coat the inside of my mouth and tongue. "Yes ma'am." I whispered then sucked her nipple back into my mouth to capture what I had missed. "Yes, I think you do." she whispered as she laid on my body her breast pressed against my face so I could suck and adore it. I could feel her moving her self on my body her breast cushioning my face as she quietly moaned depositing more of her wet on me. "Yes Sweetheart," she murmured, "taste my fuck." moving on me a bit more urgently. There was so much moving through me. The knowledge that I would be doing this to some one someday, the knowledge that she was doing this to me now. All this was mingled as she determinedly moved her mound on my hip bone feeding me her breast. "Sweetheart?" she raised a bit looking into my eyes, "Place your fingertips on my mound dear." I moved my fingertips back to her mound and pressed upwards. "Mmmm, very good dear." she lowered her hips trapping my fingertips under her on my hip. "Leave them there dear." She began moving forward and upwards on my body, "You can feel my fuck marking you can't you dear?" nodding her head while looking at me. "Yes ma'am." I nodded feeling the wet trail on my body. "With me," she moved more up and forward, " ... you get, 'turf,' " dragging her wet across my breast and remaining there letting more of it seep onto me. "by becoming my, 'turf.' " She moved so her wet pussy was mere inches from my mouth and reached to the wall to brace herself there. "Will you be my, 'turf?' " I moved my face forward and fully kissed her. "Mmmmm, I love how you straight girls eat." she murmured while moving her mound against my kissing lips, her labia returning the kisses. "I asked you a question Dear." I mumbled, "Yes ma'am." "If you take this step," she said quite aloud, "I will be Mistress to you, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." I didn't need any thought regarding that. I knew what it meant to answer positively. I was aware that what was happening here was beginning a new journey and a new phase in my life. I kissed her like there was nothing I wanted to kiss more at that moment. My tongue began a journey of taste while my lips moved and kissed lips that were wetter than any I had ever kissed. Her taste was marvelous and different at every place. I knew the best taste of her lust was able to be found and my tongue sought it out while my lips kissed. "Yes Dear." she was moving against my lips, "adore your Mistress." She moved her hips in a tiny circle and then pressed it against my face, "Yes," the sss sound echoing in the ambiance of her scent and it's surrounding of me. My tongue found the source and burrowed into her, flattened and tasting deep inside her. I moved the tongue upwards and felt her moving on me. "Mmmm very good my pet." she whispered. She began moving more urgent against me, "Mistress will reward her pet." Her thrusts against my mouth, while my tongue was in her serving her, became staccato like and demanding. I could feel her pussy pulsing and throbbing against my face as she moved forward and remained there against my lips. I could hear her long drawn out moan become a groan as the throbs became wetter with a new texture against my lips. She moved her hips to the sides grinding on me as more of her fuck dribbled from my lips onto my collarbone. She slowly moved downward from my lips, more of her fuck splashing onto my neck, before she pressed her pussy against my throat and moved, marking me with her fuck. At that moment the only thing I wanted was having a girl be that way with me, and being that girl. She slid back down to the tops of my thighs and sat. She reached for my hand and pulled me to a seated position. "You need to scoot back a bit dear." "Oh yes." I scooted back a bit. "So," she said resting her arms under her breasts, "I am to allow you onto my turf, teaching you how to be me, and you shall be my turf." She moved her fingernail to under my chin and lifted my face. "Is that what you want?" "Yes Mistress." I said. "Perfect. Just what I have been hunting for." she said. "Me too, Mistress." "You need to clean up so I can demonstrate how to reward your pet." "I can't wait to taste you."