5 comments/ 50906 views/ 7 favorites A Night in Paradise By: Stephanie_Rose Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ A Night in Paradise by Stephanie Rose (Two's company. Is more a crowd?) ~~~ "Oh God! This guy's looking for a partner to go to the swinger's club with him?" Portia Kane squinted at the personal ad in the Miami XChange weekly newspaper. Though she loved the XChange's political editorials, and regularly read its vast coverage of the legendary Miami nightlife, she especially loved perusing the erotic personal ads in its back pages. She read the personal ad aloud. "Single Black/Italian professional male, seeking female companion to attend couples night at The Paradise. No contact, no strings, no games. I just need a female escort. Appena mi fiducia." Seated in her spacious, ultra-modern kitchen, Portia tapped her neatly-manicured fingernails on the midnight-black granite-topped island stationed in the center of the room. Suddenly pensive, she rose, took a bottle of spring water from the refrigerator, walked out the sliding doors just off her breakfast nook and stepped out onto her balcony. Fifteen floors up from the sizzling-hot South Beach sand, she relaxed in her high-rise, luxury condominium building. She took a long sip of her cool drink and stared at the expansive waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The sun was just beginning to set and its warm golden tones mixed with and cascaded into the cool blue waters. A budding writer and journalist, Portia's mind began to swirl with questions. "So this guy, this random guy, wants a female escort into the hottest, most exclusive African-American swingers club in Miami? Hell, the hottest, most exclusive African-American swinger's club in the world? And with no strings? He just wants an escort?" Portia set the bottle on the edge of the concrete balcony and ran her hands over her pixie-length, jet-black, relaxed tresses. Reminiscent of Halle Berry's legendary haircut, her short hair perfectly complimented her angular, but still soft features and deep golden bronze skin. Then she tried to ease the pounding excitement rising through her by smoothing down her light cotton summer dress. The fitted garment hugged and caressed her gentle curves and its soft, white color highlighted her golden bronze skin. Thinking about going to the most exclusive Black swinger's club in the world, most likely filled with sexy, beautiful women, sent a luscious tingle all through her body. A lesbian at heart, she leaned against the balcony's steel railing and imagined sexy female bodies, from chocolate to vanilla, from slender to curvy, all joined together in erotic bliss. Her thick nipples hardened, straining against the soft fabric of her dress. "I've always wanted to go to the Paradise," she mused as the warm, ocean breeze wafted over her soft skin. "It's been on my mind ever since I read that article about it on that Internet message board. And it's true that men can't come in unescorted. Single women are always welcome, coupled or not, but every single man has to have at least one female companion." Portia began to pace back and forth. "But that place is so exclusive! How does this guy even plan to get in? And why is he advertising for a partner in the city paper of all places?" She snapped her fingers, insight rushing to her. "Of course. He's a fake. A wannabe. Definitely not an 'insider.' I mean, yeah, I want to go to The Paradise, but not with some phony flake." A smug smile spread over Portia's face as she grabbed her bottle of water and went back into the kitchen. She sat back down at the island, vowing to forget about the preposterous proposition, but something made her look at the ad again. Sighing, she picked up the paper. This time, she studied the words more carefully, especially the last phrase, "Appena mi fiducia." She thought for a moment, crinkling her tiny, pert nose. "Hmm. He could very well be a flake," she said. "But would a flake use foreign words in a personal ad?" She jumped up, jogged into her home office and sat down at her computer. The machine already on, she clicked into a popular search engine and typed in the foreign phrase. A second later, its translation popped up onto the screen. "Well, I'll be. It's Italian!" She squinted at the display. "It means, 'Just trust me.'" She paused, leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment. Then she grinned. "Well, I can at least call his voice mailbox. Just to see what his voice sounds like. That'd be pretty harmless." She went into the living room, grabbed her cell phone out of her handbag and went back into the kitchen. Checking the paper, she first dialed the main personal ad contact number, then punched in the man's individual voice mailbox number. "I just have to see what kind of man is trying to spend a night in Paradise." ~~~ Later that evening, corporate attorney Antonín Giansante sat at his dining room table sipping on a cool glass of Chardonnay as he carefully reviewed the large stack of corporate and financial documents in front of him. Ever since he was a young boy, Antonín was fascinated with money and finance. First owning a lemonade stand in Miami as a child, then owning and maintaining a mini-conglomerate of paper routes, he learned the value of a dollar early in life. However, his dream of being a financial mogul was almost derailed just as early. Born to an Italian diplomat for a father and an African-American school principal for a mother, his parents urged him to complement his high monetary goals with high educational goals. However, never daunted by any challenge, Antonín agreed and mapped out his career path early, graduating from high school at sixteen and college just four years later. Going straight to law school, he knew he could make the most impact for his people if he studied the way money flowed into and out of the world's economy. Now, just a mere ten years later, as a full partner in the successful Cole, Borgess, Deveraux and Giansante law firm, the firm he helped build right out of law school, he headed up its Transaction and Finance Department. The lead attorney on the Synergy Corporation merger, Antonín was the point man on joining two of the most successful African-American manufacturing companies in the world. As Antonín studied the thick stack of documents, he reflected back on when he first delegated the preliminary due diligence to one of his junior corporate associates. Now that the merger was gaining steam, he personally wanted to verify all of the documents before the merger could proceed. He'd already spent the better part of the day completing the document review when all of a sudden his cell phone chimed, alerting him to a new text message. He picked it up from the table and checked the display. "Hmm. The XChange magazine?" He read the text quickly. "I have a new voicemail message." He sighed. "I need a break," he said as he pushed the papers to the side, leaned back in his chair and dialed the message retrieval number in the text. As he logged into his voice mailbox account, he took a deep breath. "I hope this one is The One," he said as he waited for the system to recognize his password. "I can't take any more insincere women." As he sat there, he realized his heart was racing. Being a powerful attorney in Miami, he was inundated with invitations to various social events. It wasn't unusual for Antonín to attend the hottest sporting events, concerts, club openings and other social events. However, none piqued his interest as did the invitation to go to The Paradise. Once he overheard his law partner, David Deveraux, bragging about his wild, raucous night at The Paradise, he was obsessed with going to the club himself. Deveraux managed a private invite, but there was only one hitch: Antonín had to find a female escort. Though he was excited to go to the private club, he was also hesitant. Because he was in such a prominent position, he couldn't afford to ask just anyone. As Antonín sat there, stroking his sturdy and clean-shaven, deep mahogany chin, he thought long and hard about which woman he could attend with. "I really wish Amaya could go with me," he said, his mind forming a mental picture of the beautiful and adventurous, yet discreet lady friend that wanted to attend The Paradise as well. Amaya Salazar, a Latin dance teacher with her own chain of dance studios across the United States, was a sight to behold. A stunningly beautiful entrepreneur, she retained Antonín's law firm to help franchise her studios. Impressed with Antonín's corporate skill and business acumen, she was fully satisfied with his representation and retained the firm for even more of her legal work. The twosome quickly became close friends and went out on occasion. However, despite swarms of men approaching Amaya on almost a minutely basis, only Antonín knew that her heart was only for women. As such, Antonín often found himself accompanying Amaya to their shared social engagements, if only to discourage any male suitors. Knowing how much Amaya would have loved to attend with him, Antonín shifted in his chair, then he sighed. "Too bad our schedules haven't been meshing lately," he said sadly. But at least Amaya agreed to help him select his female escort. To ensure discretion, he decided not to approach any of his other personal friends or associates but, rather, to find an anonymous female companion with as much to lose as he had. Thankfully, for years, he'd been a faithful reader of the adult personal ads in the Miami XChange and decided to give them a try. However, the responses he'd gotten had been less than impressive. He held the phone carefully, expectantly, and at the voice mailbox prompt, he pressed the number one and the new message began to play. After only a moment, he found himself absolutely stunned at the soft, feminine voice that began to speak. "Hi. I'm...I'm Portia. I saw your ad for an escort to The Paradise club and I want to learn more. I just listened to your message and I like your voice. I like the fact that you're looking for someone who's very discreet. And, actually, I'm more into girls than guys, so I especially like that you're only looking for a female escort into the club, and not a partner to party with. I also like your idea about talking on the phone first for a while, then meeting for coffee. So just respond to this message if you're interested." She paused. "Oh...About me. I'm about 5'6" with a slim build. I'm African-American and I have golden bronze skin and short, black hair. Ok. That's it. I'm kinda nervous about this, but you sound like a good guy so I'm taking a chance. Oh yeah...I loved your Italian. Well, ok. That's it. Thanks. Bye. Oh wait...Il mio cuore è nelle sue mani. I hope I said that correctly! Ok. Bye!" Antonín realized he was smiling as he translated her Italian words. "My heart is in your hands." He kept that same warm smile as he listened to the message five more times. Eventually he hung up, sat back in his chair and thought about the soft voice that had just traveled through his body and straight to his heart. Sitting up straight, he quickly dialed another number. A pleasant, yet seductively feminine voice answered. "Hello?" "Amaya? It's Antonín. Listen...I think I've found The One..." ~~~ A week later, perched at the bar in the Golden Rose restaurant, Portia nervously twirled what little hair she had in her fingers. "What in the hell am I doing here?" she whispered. Ever since Antonín returned her message over a week ago, they'd talked every single day. Portia quickly grew to love his deep, rich voice, keen intelligence, sharp wit and his masculine charms. Once she was comfortable with his telephone persona, she agreed to meet him at the Golden Rose for drinks. Located right on Collins Avenue in South Beach, the Golden Rose was one of the most upscale restaurants in all of Miami. The restaurant was known for being dark, discreet and quite removed from the normal bustle of such a popular city. As she sat there, sipping a cool glass of spring water, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. She wore a soft-black satin mindress, cut so that her shapely legs were on full display. Her short, glossy black hair had small, sexy curls and the back was freshly tapered so that the soft strands gently caressed her neck. Her makeup was simple; she wore rich, gold colors on her eyes, cheeks and lips, making her golden bronze skin gleam. "He said he'd be wearing a dark business suit with a pink tie. I hope he remembers what I said I'd be wearing." Picking up her glass, she took another sip of her ice water. Then all of a sudden, a motion to her right caught her eye. She turned toward that direction and gasped at what she saw. A stunningly handsome man in a dark blue business suit and a rose-colored tie walked directly toward her with an equally beautiful woman in tow. The dark gentleman, the color of deep mahogany, was about 6'4". He stood tall and lean, and his masculine yet gentlemanly presence dominated the entire room. The woman beside him was absolutely gorgeous. As Portia regarded the Latin woman, it only took a moment for her to decide that this exotic creature was simply heavenly. The woman's delicate, fair, buttermilk skin, tinged with just a hint of brown, was warm and radiant and fully represented her Latin heritage. She had long, dark-brown curly hair, with copper and golden highlights, and it framed her soft, pretty face. Her enchanting hazel eyes sparkled with mirth. The woman wore a fitted gold silk dress with a plunging neckline that revealed firm, rounded breasts. The dress also had a dangerously-high hemline that revealed her sexy, curvy legs. Portia licked her lips at the woman's outright carnal display of feminine sexuality. Portia trembled with raw desire as the man stepped right up to her and extended his hand. "Portia?" She nodded as they shook hands. "Yes, it's me," she squeaked. Then she immediately grimaced, annoyed at how nervous she sounded. However, her discomfort flittered away and was quickly replaced by awe at how attractive and fit the couple was. Portia was so impressed with the exotic twosome that she immediately regretted her initial reluctance. In that moment she sent a silent thanks to the Universe for urging her to answer Antonín's personal ad. "Portia! Ciao Bella!" he said, grasping her tiny hand in his large, warm one. "I'm Antonín. And this is Amaya. It's so nice that you could join us." Amaya extended her hand. "You were right, Antonín," she said in a low, husky voice. "Portia's a true beauty. Inside and out." Portia shivered at her touch. Amaya's warmth radiated right through her, from her fingertips to her toes. Portia blushed at the raw heat that began to rise in her. Antonín helped Portia off the barstool, and placed his hand at the small of her back. "Come Portia. I have a table already waiting." ~~~ "So, Portia...tell me a little about yourself," Amaya asked, her accent thick and her voice husky and filled with passion. "I want to know everything about you, you beautiful creature." Before Portia could answer, Amaya unexpectedly reached out and stroked her short hair. "But first, Bella, tell me about your haircut. It's sunning on you!" Amaya said. Portia shivered, partly because of Amaya's new nickname for her, but mostly because of Amaya's slim fingers touching and teasing her hair. Amaya's hands teased her silky strands, then began to roam down to caress her neck. "I...I've just always loved short hair," Portia answered, her body trembling with desire for this seductive woman. Amaya tilted her head. "Your hair looks like that...Halle Berry, no?" Portia turned to see Antonín sitting there both amused and aroused at their conversation. "Yes," Portia answered. "That's who I modeled it after." Amaya dipped her hands lower to stroke the close cut hair at the nape of Portia's neck. Amaya smiled, amused at seeing Portia shivering in delight. "Well, you're a natural beauty," Amaya said, "just like Halle." "Thanks," Portia blushed. "Well, go on. Tell me more about you," Amaya said, still fingering Portia's soft skin. Portia cleared her throat and struggled to regain her composure in front of the exotic couple. "I'm in my mid-twenties and I'm self employed." "What do you do?" Amaya asked. "I'm a freelance writer. I work for an online magazine. I'm also working on a novel of my own. My first." Portia was slightly embarrassed at how open she was about her real life to this total stranger, but she was enthralled by Amaya's exquisite beauty. "How nice," Amaya said as she drew her fingers from Portia's skin to take a sip of wine. The threesome, now seated at an intimate table in the back of the restaurant, was now in a position to fully evaluate one other. "But let's get down to why we're all really here," Amaya said, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Why are you interested in The Paradise?" "Well, I heard...well, read, about the club online. I was intrigued." "You're looking for a partner to partake in the...festivities? Someone tall, dark and handsome?" "You mean a man?" Portia shook her head. "No. Not at all. I don't date men." Amaya leaned in close, her fragrance swirling around Portia, captivating her even more. "Do tell. You no like handsome men?" Amaya asked as she gently stroked Antonín's strong, dark hand. Portia stared her in the eye. "I prefer beautiful women. Antonín didn't tell you?" Amaya was silent as she sat back and took another sip from her wineglass. Then, carefully setting her glass back down, she tossed back her chestnut tresses and fixed a firm gaze right onto Portia. Portia watched her carefully, but Amaya didn't show any signs of shock or embarrassment. Finally Amaya spoke. "Do you have a particular type?" Portia smiled. "I do love Latin women. I love their spirit, their resilience and, especially, their heat." Amaya returned her smile. Then she turned to her male companion, who'd been sitting silently watching the passionate interaction between the two women. "Antonín," Amaya said, "where did you find this beautiful creature? She's simply amazing." "I agree," he said. "And I'm looking forward to learning even more." ~~~ "Ok, ladies, we're here," Antonín announced as their stretch luxury limousine pulled up to a marked valet station. Portia leaned over Antonín and peered out of the tinted window to see the parking attendant coming toward them. The smartly-dressed young man opened the passenger door. Antonín stepped out of the car, then extended his hand to help Portia out, then Amaya, who was carrying three small backpacks. The trio silently looked at the nondescript gray stone building, each lost in his or her own thoughts. Amaya looked at Portia curiously. "Not getting nervous, are we?" she asked as she gently took Portia's hand in hers. Portia smiled. "No. But like you already know, this is my first time here. Well, our first time here. I'm just trying to take everything in, that's all." The attendant ushered them into the building with a grand gesture. "Welcome to Paradise," he smiled. "Just enter the building, continue up the staircase to the front offices, and Marlena, our concierge, will take care of your every need." ~~~ As Portia stepped out of the way to let Antonín lead them inside, she imagined a building filled with expensive furnishings, gold and silver accents, valuable artwork, priceless glasswork, and other modern architectural treats. Instead, she found modest wooden paneling and concrete steps. Extremely modest, but with a somewhat home-y feel. "I guess I expected the Taj Mahal," she chuckled to herself. A Night in Paradise "Hmm?" Amaya was right behind her, almost breathing right on her neck. "Nothing." "I know," Amaya grinned as she gently stroked Portia's back. "You were expecting something more...elaborate?" "I guess." "Well from what I hear, making the place more, shall we say, expensive, would call a lot more attention than the owners may want." Portia nodded. "I guess," she repeated. "Besides, The Paradise is more about exclusivity. And its clientele. And both of those are a commodity worth more than unimportant material trinkets," she said as she playfully nipped Portia's back. "You'll see." They followed Antonín up the staircase and to the front offices. They exchanged pleasantries with Marlena, a beautifully dark and statuesque, yet icy woman, who was posted right at the glass partition to the office. "Good evening ladies and gentleman," she said in a clipped British accent. "Welcome. However, as much as I want to properly welcome you, I first need to take care of your financial obligations." When Marlena discreetly announced their entrance fee to Antonín, Portia's ears nearly burned as she heard the exorbitant amount. However Antonín didn't even blink. He paid cash for all three of them without a word. "Thank you," Marlena said, visibly relaxed once the cool, crisp bills were safely in her hand. "However, before I can explain what's in store for you, I need to turn you over to our head of security, Algo." The trio turned to see a burly, but still handsome Persian man walking toward them. Portia was shocked, as he seemed to come from out of nowhere. Algo's words, in a thick, heavy voice, were brief, firm and direct. "First, I need to make sure you aren't carrying any recording devices of any kind," he said as he ushered them into a private room and locked the door behind them. The trio was then subjected to a slightly embarrassing physical search as well as a search of their backpacks. Also, the trio had to surrender their cell phones and PDAs. Afterward, they were each presented with a thin, two-page document. "Confidentiality," Algo barked. Antonín quickly read the documents and nodded his consent. The trio signed and Algo collected the forms. Once he'd unlocked the room, they all exited and he handed the signed forms to Marlena. After a quick perusal, she smiled, becoming much friendlier once all of the requirements had been taken care of. "Thank you for being so patient," Marlena said as she filed away their paperwork. Then she handed Antonín three small keys. "Right past this room," she explained, "we have two dressing rooms where you can change and those are the keys to our lockers where you can safely store your belongings. But first, please enjoy drinks and appetizers in our lounge. It's a nice way to break the ice and get to know some of the other participants," she winked, her icy exterior slowly melting. Marlena continued. "Once the festivities begin, you can go to the dressing room to shower and/or change into something more comfortable and begin your night. Now here on the main floor, we have a large viewing area with a constant screen of adult films. We also have semi-private rooms for your enjoyment on the main floor and the floor just above us. And by semi-private I mean that each room is separate from another, but there are no doors on any of the rooms. Just several rows of crystal beads strung from the doorway. That's to ensure every guest's safety and to make sure that no one is placed in a situation beyond his or her control. On the floor below us is an Olympic-sized pool as well as two Jacuzzis." For her next words, she leaned in close. "We also furnish plenty of condoms and you'll find them in each and every room." She stood up straight, regaining her full six-foot-plus height. "Now. Any questions?" Antonín shook his head, then he turned to Portia and Amaya. "Ladies?" They both declined. "Alright then," Marlena smiled, showing more warmth with every sentence. "Have a nice evening." "Ladies, shall we?" Antonín said as he extended his hand with a flourish. Portia and Amaya giggled as they headed for the lounge. Once they reached the large, warm room, Portia began to relax. She immediately noticed that these surroundings were much more elaborate. A full bar, consisting of a jet-black marble countertop sat in front of a large mirror that elaborate etchings on its surface. There were various tables and leather chairs and sofas placed around the room and many of the patrons were seated comfortably, enjoying liquid refreshments and deliciously-smelling hors d'oeuvres. Portia peered at an extremely tall gentleman with rich, dark skin, seated at the bar, sipping on what appeared to be cognac. In front of him, a slim, pecan-brown, nearly-nude goddess twirled and danced seductively. "Wait," Portia whispered. "Isn't that man Monte James? Doesn't he play for...for...?" Antonín chuckled. "He plays for the Miami Heat, yes." Portia looked around, studying the rest of the upscale African-American patrons. She gasped as she noticed Diamond, a red-hot R&B female recording star, nuzzling the ear of Moya Spencer, a best-selling female novelist. In another corner, a top male rap producer was courting a young up-and-coming Cuban baseball phenom. She even noticed her favorite cinnamon-colored entertainment reporter sitting on the lap of an Academy Award-winning male actor. The popular reporter was wriggling her bottom against the thick bulge in the actor's pants and they both were completely engaged in each other's well-built physiques. "Let's have a drink," Antonín suggested, pulling Portia out of her starstruck gaze. Amaya leaned in close to Portia's ear, almost kissing the soft flesh. "I know you have your eyes on everyone else, but do you notice all the eyes on you?" Portia looked around and noticed that she was, in fact, the center of attention. Blushing, she put her head down and followed Antonín to a seat at a small table. She could hear Amaya chuckling behind her. Only minutes after they ordered drinks, several patrons joined them to chat. Portia did, in fact, meet Monte James, as well as Diamond and Moya. Through Antonín and Amaya, she also met several black actors, actresses, musicians, athletes, businesspeople, and even a few politicians, all winking and smiling seductively at her. After a couple rounds of drinks and some delicious treats, Portia began to relax in the midst of the celebrities. They're here to have fun, just like me, she mused. After an hour, a set of chimes rang out over the loudspeaker. She then noticed everyone moving out of the lounge, heading in the direction of the dressing rooms. "I guess it's time to begin," Amaya said, standing. She held out her hand. "Portia, come with me?" Antonín nodded. "As I said before, ladies, I just wanted an escort into the club. I'll be in the main room watching the action. However, you two ladies enjoy yourselves and we'll just meet up at the end of the night. Is that ok?" Sure," Portia and Amaya said in unison. Amaya squeezed Portia's hand as they headed to the women's dressing room. ~~~ "We can take these lockers right here," Amaya said, placing their backpacks on a set of wooden benches. She looked inside one of the bags, then handed it to Portia. "I think we can get undressed now." Portia watched as Amaya reached into her bag and pulled out a sheer pink nightie. The nightie was trimmed in delicate pink faux-fur that seemed to float as it moved. She then removed a pair of kitten-heeled, open-toed sandals with a matching pink faux-fur pouffe on the top. "You like?" Amaya teased. Before Portia could stop herself, the word just slipped out. "Yes." "Let me get undressed first, Mama," Amaya laughed as she reached for the hem of her dress and, in one swoop, slipped it off. The Latin goddess was now completely nude. Amaya's silky buttermilk skin glowed in the light shining down from the ceiling. She had slender, but sturdy, dancer's limbs that moved with artful grace. Her large, rounded breasts, capped with thick, dark nipples, sloped into a slim waist, curvy hips and muscular thighs and calves. As a bonus, her pussy was completely clean-shaven and her sexy, intimate fragrance drew Portia's full attention. "Now, your turn," Amaya said, reaching for her. In seconds, Portia was fully exposed, her naked body glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration. "Nervous, Bella?" Amaya asked as she stroked Portia's delicate frame. Portia's breath caught at Amaya's gentle touch. Amaya used her fingers to tease the silky skin from Portia's neck, down to her breasts. Amaya used both hands to squeeze Portia's supple flesh, then teased her rock-hard nipples. Then Amaya leaned in, her lips dangerously close to Portia's. "May I?" Amaya whispered. "Please." Amaya's lips captured Portia's, engaging them in a hot, sweet, erotic kiss that shook them both. Amaya moaned as she tasted sweet peppermint on Portia's tongue. "You taste sooo good, Bella," Amaya moaned into Portia's mouth. They kissed deeper, their tongues thrusting hard and fast against each other. Amaya's hands continued to explore Portia's body. She rubbed and caressed Portia's back, then trailed her hands down until she reached Portia's tight, firm ass. Amaya stroked the soft flesh, then gripped the taut globes in her hands. "Ohhh," Portia sighed. "Yesss!" Portia was equally busy, first fondling Amaya's ripe breasts, then, needing more, she slid her fingers over Amaya's stomach until she reached the smooth juncture between her thighs. Portia stroked the soft skin, then dipped her finger into Amaya's warm wetness. "Ooooh, Bella!" Amaya gasped. "More!" Portia began a slow back and forth rhythm, gently stroking Amaya's engorged clit. Portia then used her fingers to carefully spread her moistening pussy lips. Then she stroked even faster, loving how the wet flesh slipped smoothly between her fingers. Amaya groaned, an uncontrollable heat threatening to consume her. "I can't wait any longer, Bella!" She bent her head and quickly slurped up one of Portia's taut nipples. "Oooooh!" Portia threw her head back, tingling sensations racing all through her body. "Oh my God, yes!" Amaya noisily kissed and licked the dark peak, swirling her tongue all around its surface. "You taste so good," she moaned as she pulled the tip deep into her mouth. For several long moments, Amaya went back and forth from nipple to nipple, kissing, nipping and licking each breast in turn, giving equal oral attention to both. She grinned when she heard Portia's moans increase in intensity, then she licked even harder and faster. Finally, with Portia almost at her peak, Amaya lifted her head. "I want even more, Bella," Amaya whispered. She knelt down in front of Portia and nudged her legs apart. "Oh, Bella," Amaya moaned into Portia's midsection. "I've been wanting to taste this peach since I first met you," she moaned as she cupped Portia's ass and pulled her tight. Portia closed her eyes, giving herself fully to the Latin goddess kneeling before her. "Please?" she begged. "Please!" Amaya used her fingers to gently spread Portia's pussy open. She admired the deep pink color, but when Portia's intimate fragrance hit her nostrils, she jumped into action. Amaya's tongue snaked deep into Portia's wet pussy. "Oh my God!" Portia moaned. "Oh yesss!" Amaya's tongue lapped at Portia's pussy, licking and sucking all of the sweet nectar that flowed from her core. Her tongue danced all over the soft flesh, tracing wicked designs that made Portia weak with desire. "Oh Bella," Amaya moaned into her wetness. "You taste sooo good, honey!" Portia completely forgot that she was standing in the women's locker room, exposed for all to see, and lost herself in the powerful sensations coming from her throbbing pussy. She threw her head back and moaned, suddenly consumed with a need to cum in Amaya's mouth. "Oooooh," Portia moaned as Amaya's tongue kept lapping at her sensitive clit. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Amaya increased the speed of her tongue, flicking it back and forth against Portia's pussy at a rapid pace. As she licked, she skimmed her fingers over Portia's hips and thighs, driving her even closer to her peak. Portia's body began to weave and she grew lightheaded at how good Amaya's tongue and lips felt against her pussy. To steady herself, she grabbed two handfuls of Amaya's hair and pulled her tightly. "Oh please, Amaya! Make me cum! Make me cum, please!" As Portia's climax neared, Amaya quickly licked her middle finger and slid it deep into Portia's pussy. "Oh!" Portia exclaimed. "Oh God! Right there!" Delicious electric shocks ran from her pussy to her entire body. She hunched against Amaya's mouth, trying to get more of Amaya's finger and tongue deep inside her. After a few pumps, Amaya expertly rotated her wrist as she pumped her finger over and over. As she did so, she continued drinking the honeyed nectar that flowed from Portia. "Your pussy is so sweet," Amaya groaned. "So sweet, Bella!" Then Amaya slid another finger in and pumped them in and out, matching the rhythm of her tongue, desperately trying to get Portia to cum. "Cum for me, baby," Amaya urged. "Come on, honey! Come on, Bella! Give me that cum! Give it to me now!" Suddenly Portia's body went rigid and as her passionate crest hit, she screamed. "Ahhhhh! Amaya! Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Bright lights exploded all around Portia's eyes as her body trembled and released its sugary juices right into Amaya's waiting mouth. She gripped Amaya's head and pulled it deeper into her wetness. "Yessss!" Portia cried as her body seemed to burst into a thousand pieces of light. She kept rocking against Amaya's lips, tongue and fingers. "Oh God, yessss!" Finally, after several long moments where Amaya continued her firm licking and sucking, Portia could stand no longer and had to collapse against the wooden bench. Her breathing raced and her body was flushed. "You like, Bella?" Amaya smiled, licking Portia's liquid sugar from her lips. "Ohhh," Portia moaned. "Oh God, yes!" Then, unexpectedly, a loud cheering interrupted their intimate moment. They turned to see a group of women, about five or six, surrounding them. All of the women were nude, and most had even been touching themselves at the erotic sight. When Amaya and Portia blushed, the women decided to give them some measure of privacy and began to disperse. "That was definitely an appetizer," Amaya said as she rose up from the floor. In a warm moment, they stood and embraced, then sat on the bench next to each other. "But guess what, Bella?" Amaya asked. Still unable to catch her breath, Portia's just raised her eyebrows. "That's only the beginning! There's so much more I have in store for you tonight!" ~~~ The ladies freshened up with a quick shower, slipped on their lingerie, left the dressing room and went into the main viewing area. With the backdrop of a sizzling-hot adult movie projected onto a jumbo screen, Portia gasped at the mounds of bodies undulating with each other in sensual bliss. Soon, her body began to tingle at the erotic sight before her. She took in the rainbow of skin colors, from deep, dark chocolate to golden bronze to rich caramel to warm, light buttermilk. She also admired the rounded breasts, thick thighs, muscular chests and busy hands, and was often unable to separate one body from another. Their moans and sighs rang in her ears, causing her intimate wetness to flow, dotting her inner thighs. "See, Bella, some people don't need private rooms," Amaya whispered. "They're comfortable doing their thing right in front of everyone." Then she glanced at Portia. "Are you that brave?" she winked. Portia shook her head. "Not in the least." Amaya poked out her lip, pouting. "Well come on. Let's go find a private room, then." As they turned to walk out, Amaya noticed a tall, muscular figure seated in the corner of the room. "Hey, there's someone we know." Spotting Antonín in the corner of the room, they waved at him. Engrossed in the erotic action taking place in front of him, he waved back, absentmindedly. "Come on," Amaya said. "Let's see what's really going on in this place!" They headed for the first set of private rooms, peeking though the glass beads strung from the top of each doorway. Amaya kept her cool, but Portia was often stunned at the celebrities she saw in compromising positions with one another. "Let's go down this hallway," Amaya said, leading Portia past several sets of darkened rooms. Hearing a chorus of feminine moans, Amaya stopped in front of a doorway. Parting the crystal beads hanging down, she peered in. "Ooooh, come look, Bella. Finally! Two women in the heat of passion!" Portia walked up next to her. They stood silently just outside of the crystal beads, peeking in on the nude female couple locked in an intimate embrace. Portia gasped as she realized it was Diamond and Moya Spencer, the women she'd met earlier. Diamond, whose latest R&B album had just hit the top of the charts, was a beautiful specimen of femininity. She had flawless honey-colored skin, warm and rich; real melt-in-your-mouth goodness. Her long, soft-black hair had been styled bone-straight, and fell almost to her waist. Diamond's dramatic makeup, short stature and soft curves reminded Portia of a sexy, 50's pin-up girl. Moya Spencer, her companion, was a regal, full-figured goddess with luminous dark mocha skin. She had pretty, almond-shaped eyes and kissably full lips. Her long, thick braids cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Portia recalled reading Moya's novels and being engrossed with the talented woman's gift for writing. Now, Portia was engrossed in the woman's full and beautiful curves. Moya's thick, generous body was laying on top of the makeshift bed in the center of the room. Diamond was nestled in between Moya's legs, slurping at the juicy moisture that pooled at the apex of her thighs. Watching Diamond, perched low and ass high up in the air, Portia and Amaya got a close look at the secret goodies she hid underneath her signature short, tight skirts that she often wore while she performed stage. Amaya stepped up close behind Portia and wrapped her arms around Portia's waist. "You like what you see, Bella?" Amaya whispered in her ear. Portia nodded, unable to form any words in that passionate moment. "What I wouldn't give to have some sweet and thick chocolate sauce for that exotic chocolate and vanilla sundae," Amaya purred. Then she pressed her lips against Portia's long, smooth neck. "Oh Bella," Amaya whispered. "Want to join in?" Portia froze. "I...I..." Amaya slipped her hand into Portia's. "Come," Amaya whispered. As Amaya led her into the room, the two women looked up. Diamond smiled, her creamy, honey skin flushed red with passion. "Come on. Join us." Moya, her dark chocolate lover, held out her hand. "Yes. Come." Portia took her hand and lay next to her on the bed. Moya immediately went to her breasts, stroking and fondling Portia's hard, thick nipples. "You're beautiful," Moya moaned. "Gorgeous." Moya stretched her body to Portia's chest and began to suck hard on her dark nipples. "Ohhh," Portia sighed. "Oh yesss!" As Portia lay there, Moya nuzzling at her breasts, Amaya slid between Portia's thighs and dove back into her juicy wet pussy, licking and sucking the sugary wetness that flowed copiously. Diamond looked up for a moment, grinned at the new participants, then went back down to enjoy more of Moya's wet slit. Soon, Moya and Portia moaned in unison as their companions drank deeply from their wet pussies. Moya, her body beginning to shake with her impending orgasm, locked her lips even tighter onto Portia's nipples. A Night in Paradise Moya's full hips bucked faster, then faster as Diamond upped her tongue strokes on her sensitive clit. Sweat beaded on Moya's skin, giving her mocha skin a delightful sheen. Then a long moan escaped Moya's lips. "I'm cumming! Now, Diamond, now!" Diamond held on tightly to Moya's hips as her full-figured lover writhed and moaned in pure ecstasy. "Come on, baby," Diamond urged as she licked harder and faster, trying to draw out the mocha goddess' orgasm. "Give it to me!" Portia grabbed Moya's voluptuous breasts and squeezed the supple flesh, and Moya moaned even louder. Finally, Moya rode out her climax and collapsed back onto the bed, panting. "I need to cum bad!" Diamond groaned, sitting up on her heels. "Somebody please!" Amaya reluctantly lifted up from Portia's pussy, but because she knew what it felt like to need to climax, she wanted to help the poor woman. "Portia? Take care of her, please?" Portia motioned to Diamond. "Come here," Portia said, a wicked smile on her lips. Diamond crawled over to Portia's body, making her way past Amaya who had gone back to licking Portia's wet pussy, and planted her tingling mound right onto Portia's mouth. "Oh fuck, yes!" Diamond groaned as she felt Portia's tongue slide deep into her pussy. Diamond immediately began to rock back and forth, trying to get even more of Portia's tongue into her wetness. Moya, feeling rested for the moment, quickly moved behind Diamond and began to plant tiny kisses all over Diamond's firm ass. Then she cupped and squeezed the firm globes as Portia's tongue continued to dance on Diamond's turgid clit. As Amaya watched the action in front of her, she didn't stop her pace on Portia's clit; she increased it. As Portia's body began to rock faster, Amaya followed Portia's rhythm and licked even harder. Portia closed her eyes and gave in to the lustful sensations that Amaya was creating in her pussy. As her body began to lose control, Portia reached up and grabbed Diamond's hips, pulling the famous R&B star's pussy even harder against her mouth and tongue. Diamond's body eagerly sought release. She worked her hips up and down, ecstatic that Portia's tongue was so busy working on her clit. Moya, still busy rubbing Diamond's ass, began to stroke Portia's breasts again. Moya used her hands to squeeze and massage both Diamond's honey skin and Portia's golden bronze skin. As Diamond and Portia's passion began to hit its peak, Moya urged them on. "Come on, babies. Cum for us!" Her climax racing forward, Diamond braced herself against Portia's mouth. "I'm almost there," Diamond warned. Portia braced herself against the bed. Long, passionate moans tried to escape her lips, but they were quieted by the juices that flowed into her mouth from Diamond's wet pussy. Amaya, looking up at Moya, raised a single finger. Then she slid it deep into Portia's pussy. Moya, taking the hint, licked her index finger and slid it into Diamond's wetness a second later. She added a second finger and pumped them both in time with Amaya. After only a moment, Moya felt Diamond's pussy tighten around her fingers. "Fuck yes!" Diamond shouted as her body exploded right into Portia's mouth. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" "Ahhhh!" Portia cried into Diamond's pussy, bucking against the new sensations Amaya's fingers were causing. "Now, baby! Now!" Suddenly, Diamond and Portia each found themselves in the middle of a hot, wet, explosive climax. As Diamond's sweet nectar flowed into her mouth, Portia's slurped it right up. But Portia could barely concentrate since her own climax seemed to go on for hours. Amaya continued to pump her fingers inside of Portia and drink all of the juices that flowed, but found it was too much for her alone. Before Portia knew it, Moya nudged Amaya away, took her place between Portia's thighs and began to lick and suck Portia's pussy into a second orgasm. Then, just as Portia's passion ebbed, Amaya returned, licking and sucking hard, sending Portia into a yet another orgasm. Then Moya and Amaya began licking Portia's pussy simultaneously, sending Portia into another climax. Then another. And another. All the while, Portia kept her lips and tongue locked onto Diamond's clit, giving her another climax. She inserted two fingers into Diamond, setting off another round of electric orgasms. Portia found that her face nearly became drenched with all of the liquid honey that flowed from Diamond's erotic core. Diamond's voice became hoarse as she screamed and cried out her passion over and over. She was totally outdone that a perfect stranger was pleasing her so fully and completely. Diamond eagerly rode out one climax after another. She excitedly bounced her hips, thrilled and exhilarated that so many orgasms were bursting through her body. Finally, Diamond's body went limp. She rose off of Portia's face and collapsed back onto the bed. Rolling over onto her stomach, she moaned into the pillow, her body still tingling and throbbing. At the same time, Moya and Amaya finally allowed Portia to calm down as well. Never having had multiple orgasms in her life, they let Portia fall back and lay limp in the center of the bed, next to Diamond. Portia's head continued to spin so fast, that she barely felt Moya and Amaya gently kissing and petting her body. "See, Bella," Amaya whispered in her ear as she stroked Portia's damp hair. "Aren't you glad you answered that personal ad?" ~~~ Many orgasms later, Portia, Amaya, Diamond and Moya lay on the bed in total ecstasy. Their bodies were fully sated, and they were all glad for the circumstances that brought them together. Getting a sense that their night was almost over, they kissed and pet each other, drawing out the last little bit of pleasure in each other, before the wild night ended. When the lights came on, Portia and Amaya made their way back to the locker room, got dressed and went looking for Antonín. They found him in the video room, in the exact same spot he'd been earlier. True to his word, he hadn't approached either one of them. He'd spent the entire night in the video room, watching the other couples, loving the new voyeuristic streak he'd discovered in himself. After Antonín dressed, the threesome smiled at each other as they went to the front office to collect their cell phones and PDAs. Then they headed down the stairs and outside the front doors. Antonín handed his valet ticket to the attendant, and the attendant raced off to get their car. Also true to his word, Antonín never once asked them what they'd done. As they stood there, a calm, warm feeling overtook Portia. She never thought she'd ever take such a bold and brazen chance in life, but it led to one of the best nights she'd ever experienced. A night in Paradise, indeed. "So," Portia smiled as she wrapped one arm around Amaya and the other around Antonín. "What are you two doing next weekend?" © 2008 Stephanie Rose Entertainment. All rights reserved. A Night in Paradise Hearing the click of heels beyond my door I know you are nearly here, hitting the sleep key on my laptop I begin to head to the door. Halfway there you begin to knock, and I make a dash the rest of the way to the door. Unlocking it, you yank it open and rush in closing the door quickly behind you, your long overcoat obviously concealing something. Turning away from me while removing the coat, I am in awe of what you have worn. I see the strappy heels I heard in the hall and my eyes follow up the black stockings, the tops of them come into view and only then does your skirt begin. The skirt is the tiniest of things, I know that sitting down the material could never come in between the seat and your ass. Turning towards me after hanging up your coat, I see the plunging cleavage of your tank top and the lack of bra straps. When our eyes meet you finally speak, "I thought you could use a bit of relaxation with how busy and stressed you have been." With that you squat, remaining on your feet but at eye level with my zipper. To remain balanced your legs are spread and unfortunately for me the skirt is long enough that your treasures remain hidden from view. One hand lands on my hip to balance yourself as the other begins working on the zipper of my jeans. You gaze up at me and run your tongue over your lips. With my zipper down, you reach in and find that as usual I am not wearing anything under my jeans. Smiling you pull my head out and squeeze my rapidly growing cock. Your lips part so your tongue may snake out and flick over the underside of my head. You roll your tongue over my head and take it gently into your mouth. Waves of pleasure course through my body and I brace with an arm on the wall myself to make sure I don't get too overwhelmed and fall. I watch your head slowly push forward and it feels so good that I moan out loud. I feel your mouth begin to move faster, and your hand begin to pump my shaft. I watch with great delight as your movements shift your skirt around showing bare skin in between the end of your stockings and the bottom of your skirt. Wanting to change to a more comfortable position, you pull away from me. My cock comes free of your mouth with a pop. Standing, you walk away towards the living room, your heels clicking on the floor. Turning to follow I see the skirt barely covers your ass and the stockings make your legs look fantastic. You guide me to the couch, sitting me down in the center. Kneeling on the soft carpet you open my pants the rest of the way and pull them down to my ankles. You spread my legs as far as my pants will allow and descend on my shaft, both hand and mouth enveloping me. As your mouth works me over your free hand wanders up your thigh passing by the top of your stocking and vanishing under your tiny skirt. My head vibrates as you moan from your self-pleasuring. Mouth and hand relentlessly rise and fall over my shaft as you shake from the efforts of your other hand. Letting out one deep loud moan you stop, pulling yourself away from me and standing. I can plainly see the flush that has spread across your skin from your own activities. As quickly as you stood, you have moved away to my desk, bending over it to reveal the curve of your ass. As you continue to bend, more and more is shown until the bare lips of your pussy are in full view; perfectly framed with your skirt and stocking tops. I can see how slick you are and a wave of lust flows through my body. I am so relieved when you glance at me over your shoulder and motion with your head to come join you. I couldn't have moved fast enough. I place myself directly behind you, kneeling on the floor. My tongue seeks out your lips and tastes the decadent treat that you are. You moan loudly and I hear your nails scrape across the surface of the desk. "Enough of that, I want you inside me." You demand out loud. Standing, I gladly plunge myself into your depths, my entrance is made easy by the leftover moisture from your blowjob and how absolutely soaked you have been since before you knocked on the door. It has been long enough since we had last been intimate that it was a struggle against my primal urges to just get my instant gratification. I take hold of your hips, keeping myself motionless deep inside you. I let moments crawl by, just enjoying the sensations of your wet warmth surrounding me. You moan quietly and rock your hips gently causing me to ever so slightly move within you. Feeling the slick smoothness that is your pussy sliding over me, I almost lose it instantly. Looking down I see your skirt has covered my hands, the shaft of my cock is visible between the tight cheeks of your ass. I watch as I slowly pull out feeling your tight pussy grip me, stopping only when I feel my head about to pop free. I begin to thrust, causing you to cry out with joy, as you push back against me nearly doubling the force of my movements. Stretching your arms forward you grip the edge of the desk hard as I continue to pick up the pace of my thrusts. "God, I missed your big cock!" You cry out as I bottom out inside of you and remain there for a few seconds. "I bet you really missed when I do this," I say before slowing down so we both can feel every moment of each stroke in and out. After minutes of these long slow strokes, you decide you want it harder again so you moan and look back at me to say "more," in a voice dripping with desire. Repositioning my legs for better leverage I am reminded of your stockings. The lace tops and the smooth material brush up against my legs and it feels wonderful. The aged wooden desk creeks with our motions. Wanting a change in positions you stand up straight, causing me to fall free from you. You point to the wood desk chair that had ended up in the middle of the room in my rush to answer the door. Quickly moving over to it, I take a seat looking you over once again; the skirt had fallen to barely cover your ass once more, your thighs and the stocking tops have a shine to them from your fluids. You shrug the straps of your tank top off your shoulders and peel the top down over your breasts as you turn to face me. Straddling me, your bare thighs rest on mine, your arms resting on my shoulders, going straight back with your hands clasped, my shaft pressed up against the material of your top. I lower my face into your cleavage, kissing and running my tongue lightly over each of your breasts. My hands run up your sides pulling the bottom of your tank up, exposing your stomach and encircling your breasts. You moan and place your hands on the back of my head when my lips finally pass over a nipple. Holding my head in place, I play with the nipple more adding my tongue into the mix. You grind on me pressing my slightly slick shaft up against your bare stomach and skirt. All at once you decided you've had enough and pull my head away. You rise up and grab at my shirt, yanking it off quickly. Lowering yourself back down, you brush your mostly exposed chest over my bare torso. As luck would have it we line up and the head of my cock parts your wet lips, you push down slowly only letting my head inside. You roll your hips, keeping the head just inside you and moving it around. The sensations on the tip of my cock hit me like a tidal wave, I can do nothing but gaze up at you passionately, pleadingly and allow pleasure to glaze my eyes over. Suddenly, you drop yourself the rest of the way down my shaft and I finally manage to let out a loud moan. In a flash, my arms are around your waist and I hold you there, breathing heavily and shaking with the intensity of the ride you just gave me. I place kisses all over your chest, which fall just below your collar bone but not so far down as to be kissing your breasts. You start using your well-toned legs to rise and fall on my lap, and at the top of your rising motion your tits are directly in line with my face. I suck on your nipples as they come close enough to be captured between my lips and they pull free each time with an audible pop on your down stroke - I love the surprised moan you make each time I capture one to suck on it. Soon you are bouncing too fast for me to be able to keep up and your hands begin to grip my shoulders. I wrap my arms loosely around you with my forearms helping to support your back as you ride me. I do not know how long you are planning to keep up this fervours pace but I am willing to let you ride me until the very end of my stamina. Riding me to my orgasm was not what you had in mind so you stop, bottoming out and grinding your clit against me. You pull my head back by my hair and kiss me deeply as you grind. Our tongues intertwine as we continue to kiss more intensely. Breaking our kiss for one long loud moan you decide to stand, my cock falling free from you slapping wetly against my stomach. With one step backwards you seem to shrink but all is answered when you sit on my desk with your legs so coyly crossed and lacking shoes at the end of them. I slide my chair up to the desk and you halt my progress by extending a stocking covered foot until it reaches my chest. You slide the foot down the center of my chest and end up stopping beside my cock. Your other foot joins it and I moan as the stocking material slides over my cock. Your toes curl over and rub my head, you even go and slip a foot in between my stomach and my cock and rubbing both up and down over my shaft. Letting out a sultry chuckle, you lay back on the desk supporting yourself on your elbows. You give my cock one last rub with your foot before drawing your knees to your chest and spreading your legs. Your thighs form a wonderful V for my eyes to follow and I draw the chair right up to the desk so my lips can follow it as well. I start at your stocking top, licking, kissing and nibbling my way down. Reaching your pussy I begin to lick, tasting you on your thighs and lips before diving in for your pleasure center. You must not have been far away from your orgasm as it only took minutes for you to start to cum. Your thighs hold my head in place as you ride the waves of a well-deserved orgasm, and my hands which had been grasping your hips were joined by yours our fingers intertwining and squeezing. The moment your thighs relax their grip and you fall slightly limp. I bolt into action, standing and while still holding your hips and your hands I swing you around so you are laying lengthwise on the desk. You lay flat as I quickly slip my cock back into your slick pussy and hold your covered thighs and legs to my chest. I start slow with my thrusts and watch your body rock gently on the desk. Watching your hands explore your own body turns me on even more; we moan in unison as you cup your breasts and flick your thumbs over your nipples. I continue to thrust getting faster as you continue to massage and squeeze your breasts. Reaching up away from your thighs I slide my hands under yours allowing you to control the movements of my hands - I squeeze when you do, I rub the way you do but I make sure to catch your nipples gently in between my fingers every now and then to give them a gentle tug. Eventually you leave my hands to continue on their own and both hands begin their journey downwards. They quickly pass over the bunched up material just under your tits that form your tank top then sliding over your smooth stomach to encounter your tiny, flimsy skirt. You pull the skirt upwards with one hand giving me a clear view of our bodies union and place the other in between your lower lips. Two fingers slide down so they are on either side of my cock, feeling me stroke in and out, coating them with your wetness. The extra friction feels fantastic and I moan loudly, slowing my thrusts to enjoy it. When you feel your fingers are slick enough you pull them away and begin rubbing them over your clit. You buck and twist and lift your hips, constantly altering the angle of every stroke in you. I continually stroke and tease your luscious breasts as our eyes meet in a passionate stare. Our heavy breathing and intense gaze tell each other more than any words could, neither of us are going to stop until we have crossed that mind shattering finish line. Reaching it first you cry out and moan, arching your back so far that only your head and hips are in contact with the desk. You grip and pull the waist of your skirt and your fingers franticly rub over your clit trying to extend the feeling. I feel you gush, your precious fluids soaking our midsections; your insides grip and loosen as your pussy spasms in a deeper, longer second orgasm. Teetering on the edge of my own orgasm, you pull your legs back further allowing those covered toes to play with my nipples. You do this knowing that my nipples can put me on a hair trigger and I truly enjoy the unique sensations that your toes provide. Nature wins in the fight against my urge to stay in you forever and I tense up. I begin to shoot my cum deep inside you, gripping the sides of the desk to make sure I keep my balance. Your fingers that were lazily stroking your pussy quickly make their way to the sides of my cock feeling it spasm as spurt after spurt flows into you. I keep thrusting gently and slowly until I fall limp enjoying the feeling of your flooded pussy. Our fluids mix and my thrusts cause some of it to flow from you, filling the room with the most memorable smell of sex. Stepping back I find and collapse into the desk chair; finally freeing my ankles from my pants, gazing up at your still mostly dressed sexy figure. Sitting up, you groggily pull your tank top over your head and toss it aside. Placing one foot on your knee, you run your hands down the thigh of your lifted leg to slowly strip off your stocking. You lazily toss the bunched up nylon and lace tube at me and repeat the process for the other... It is so erotic for me to watch you rub your legs this way. Finally standing you shimmy your skirt down over your hips, after lowering a small zipper on the side. Grabbing my hand, you pull me towards the bedroom, I willingly follow you to what is surely going to be a well deserved nap.