by Mia Moore
And right there, close to the entranceway, there she was, looking straight into my eyes and smiling from her seat at a small table for two.
Again, it seemed like I was in a dream state. The noise in the room faded, and all of the people in the room, despite their colorful outfits, took on an almost grayish hue. Carrie was the only one in full color. She rose from her seat as I was heading towards her.
She was wearing red also. A one piece halter mini dress. The front of it was open all the way to her navel, with fabric from her shoulders covering her breasts. The thought crossed my mind that there probably weren’t many women here who were wearing bras. She had the cutest red shoes on and that was about it. She left her mask on the table.
She came up to me and rested her hands on my waist.
“I really liked our kiss earlier,” she said, looking up at me.
I took her into my arms and kissed her. This time there wasn’t any hesitancy at all. She had her lips parted as soon as our mouths touched, and I took her with a hunger I never felt before. It was like I had spent my life eating chocolate ice cream and had just been introduced to strawberry. This was just as delicious as any kiss I ever had; different, but delicious. Her arms went around my neck and she melted into my grasp.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I’ve never been so turned on by a woman before!” It came out as a gasp.
“Me neither,” she said, smiling.
“I mean… I’ve never…”
“Had sex with a girl?” I nodded. “Well, don’t worry, I have.” Her hand wandered from my head down to my chest, over my heart. “But that was all fun and games. I mean…” now she looked confused. “I mean, I don’t know why, but since we met at the airport, I wanted this moment to happen.” She scrunched up her shoulders and tilted her head. “Beats me why, but I’m so happy right now!”
I kissed her again. “So now what do we do? Where’s Josh? How does he fit into this?”
Hand in hand we went to the small table she had been sitting at. Taking her seat, she told me that Josh was spending time with other friends, but if we left here, the one rule they had was that they always played as a couple.
“So he’ll be joining us?”
“Well, sort of. He’ll come with us to whichever room we go to, but ‘joining us’ will be up to you. I love fucking him, but tonight’s primarily about you and me.”
“Lesbians with a chaperone, huh?”
She laughed. A full laugh, filled with honey and chocolate. To this day, I love Carrie dearly, I think I started to was when she laughed.
“Are you okay with that? It’s a limit Josh and I set when we first started in the Lifestyle. We’re always in the same room when we play. I know you’re down here single, but I have to respect my marriage above anything else.” She looked at me hopefully. That hope touched my heart. The time and so forth we were going to share had a limit to it. And no matter how wonderful it would be, it would have borders.
I touched her face with my hand. Her cheek was cool. “I’m fine with that, Carrie.”
We sat and had a drink while the music warmed up. Two single guys approached us and asked if we’d like to dance. Carrie smiled at them and said ‘Not tonight, but thank you’. They were gentlemen, those fellows. They smiled back just as sweetly and left us alone.
We had a great time. We got to know each other. She and Josh grew up near Chicago and had only lived in Black Rapids for the last two years or so. They were now married for 12 years, and had met in college. It wasn’t until they moved to Black Rapids that they got involved in Swinging. Practically from the time they moved—it was their real estate agent that introduced them to the Lifestyle.
“What made you decide to come to Hedonism, Jess? I would never have the guts to come here as a single woman.”
I told her about Lori, my best friend. “She’s as big as me, and came here just a few weeks ago.” I looked around the room. “I don’t know the specific details of what she did down here, but she came back… well, sexy.” I took a sip of my drink, some tropical concoction. “And, well, I wanted to feel sexy too. I came into some money, I don’t have a current boyfriend, so I figured what the hell.”
Carrie’s face registered surprise I guess.
“You believe you’re not sexy,” she said. “You really think you’re not sexy.”
“Oh come on, Carrie,” I sat back in my seat and stretched out my legs. I patted my stomach, then slapped my thighs. “You’ll never see this bod in Playboy.”
“Ooooh! Some 90 year old guy with a fixation on 19 year old girls sets the standard of what’s sexy!”
“You know what I mean. I’m ‘big’.” I wasn’t going to use the damn ‘F’ word.
She put her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t move.” She grabbed her own seat and pulled it closer while keeping a hand on me. My hand was still resting on my spandex covered thigh, the hem of my top just barely covering my naked crotch.
She had turned her chair so she was facing me from the side, as if I was laid out on a table next to her. Her hand covered mine that was on my thigh. “Then maybe you can explain something to me.”
I tilted my head, looking at her from the corner of my eye. She had been so bubbly a moment ago, now her blue eyes were narrowed. “What?”
Her hand started softly gliding over my own, back and forth. “I had something odd happen to me at the airport today.” Now she tilted her head down, watching her hand. I looked down at it too, watching it glide past my fingertips towards my knee. When she had gone as far as she could reach, it came back up my thigh and over my hand, and started back down my leg. She was pressing a little more firmly now; I felt like a cat being stroked. “Wha… what do you need me to explain?”
“I think I have good taste. I mean, since Josh and I started in the Lifestyle, I’ve been with a lot of really great people. Mostly men, but a few women. What I don’t understand, Jess,” her hand stopped and she looked up at me. Our eyes focused just on each other, she continued, “What I don’t understand is why I’ve been so obsessed by you since we met in the airport.” Now her hand moved between my legs. I opened my knees. Oh God, she had me so hot already…
“Since saying hello to you at the airport, all I could think about was being with you, being naked and sweaty, and… and…” her voice trailed off, and she ducked her head back down watching herself stroke my inner thigh now. Her head shot back up. “I went into the bathroom on the plane, you know.”
“Yes,” I nodded, “you had a weird look on your face. You kind of stared at me when you walked past me down the aisle.”
“That’s because I went into the washroom, sat on the seat and masturbated thinking about you. I had an orgasm on the plane, just thinking of you.”
“What was… what were you thinking about?”
She gave her head a little shake. “I masturbated and came, just thinking of dancing with you!” She dropped her head again. “I can’t believe I’m saying all this… I got off thinking of kissing you on the dance floor.” Looking back up, she said, “Is this weird or what?”
I sat up in my seat and stood. Reaching down, I took her by the hand. “It’s different, yeah. I think this is something special.”
Her eyes were now wide, and her mouth was making a little ‘O’. She glided up from her seat and we went to the dance floor, my hand on her back guiding her.
Chapter 8: Sad Eyes…
The DJ was playing another sensuous reggae number when we got to the dance floor. All the other couples on the floor were embraced, floating in the beat. I’ve always enjoyed dancing, and my hips began to sway to the music before we found a spot for ourselves.
Carrie’s shorter than me, and she melted into my arms resting her head down on my chest with a sigh. I put my arms around her and we began to sway in time to the music. The scent of her hair filled my nostrils, and I nuzzled into her scalp. She responded with another sigh, and pressed her tummy into my belly, her hands now glid
ing up and down my back in time to the music.
It was a timeless experience. As the music swept up and down, washing over the two of us, our bodies, pressed together, finding their own rhythms. She would step to the side, and I followed. I would move back a little, and like a lyric to a song, she would ebb and flow with me as gracefully.
As we moved on the dance floor as one, any fluttering of apprehension in my stomach gave way to warmth. What the hell, dancing always does that to me. It wasn’t much longer for the warmth to flow into desire. My own hands began to wander on her body. She was barely covered by her dress, there was so much skin available. I ducked my head down to her shoulder and breathed deeply of her perfume. It was light and floral, and with a background that was almost peppery.
“Well, here we go,” I thought to myself.
My tongue came out of my mouth and I licked that little spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She trembled. In reply, I placed my mouth on the spot and began to suck on it. She drew me in tighter to herself and now her tremble was accompanied by a soft moan.
I closed my eyes, lost in the moment.
She had her face on the bare skin of my chest, and began to move her head in circles, rotating it against my breast. Her lips began to kiss and nibble at the side of my breast, sucking on my flesh. Now it was my turn to quiver.
The music had swelled to a rich vibrating aria. I couldn’t understand the lyrics, but the rhythm and pulsing beat just swept me up. Swept both of us up.
Opening my eyes, I tilted her face up to mine, and kissed her. Her hands traveled down my back, and she cupped my ass in her hands. Her soft hands were firmly plying at my cheeks. It was wonderful. I ground my hips into her hands, loving her touch as our tongues claimed one another.
Oh Christ, I wanted to taste her pussy! What was it going to be like? I straightened up and spun her around until her back was resting on my chest. My hands glided down her chest, reaching in and pinching her nipple. For the first time in my life I was groping a woman, one who pressing back against me, grinding her ass into my pelvis, wanting more.
My hand went further down, and I lifted the hem of her skirt. She moved her feet, splaying them out a little, in time to the beat of the music as my hand went under the fabric and laid against the outer lips of her pussy. My middle finger began to stroke up and down her lips. They were already dewy.
I clasped one arm across her chest, as I pushed my finger up inside her. Warm, creamy nectar caressed my finger as I pushed up inside her as far as I could. I remember being aware that I wasn’t nervous anymore; I was all in.
“Oh!” she said. “Oh yes!”
I pulled my moist finger out and began to stroke her up and down, holding her in place from behind. She stretched her arms above her head and encircled my neck as I continued to stroke her. The only clit I had ever touched before was my own; when I’m aroused it’s a hard pearl at the top of my pussy. Carrie’s was more of a fleshy bump. I stroked it with tiny circles, just the way I like playing with myself, and she responded by grinding into me even more.
“Oh yes! I like it just like that, Jessy!”
I had rarely been called Jessy. In the last twelve years, Carrie was the first person to address me that way. I kissed her earlobe. Her arms strengthened their grip around my neck as I continued to stroke her.
“Oh! Oh God!” she lifted one leg off the ground when she climaxed. I was easily able to handle the additional weight; I clutched at her more firmly than ever.
I took my hand away from her pussy, resting it on her hipbone as she lowered her leg. She was breathing hard, recovering. I kept swaying to the beat of the music. At that moment, I wished I was a guy, so I could be grinding a cock into her asscheeks instead of my pelvis. I smiled to myself at the thought.
Still holding me by the back of my head, she pulled me lower. “That. Was. Epic,” she said. I could hear her breathing still be sharp. “I hope it was only the opening act though.”
I kissed that spot between her neck and shoulder. “I’ve never wanted to go down on a woman, Carrie. And all I can think of now is how bad I want to taste you as you come.”
“Jessy baby… you’re going to give me your girl cherry too, you know!” Hearing her say that lit my pussy up like a Christmas tree.
“Yesss.”
She lifted her head and looked across the dance floor. I followed her gaze. Josh was maybe fifteen feet away, standing at the edge of the floor. His arm was resting on the drink shelf that surrounded the dancing area. His other hand was massaging his crotch through his pants.
The look on his face was a little hard to make out in the subdued lighting, but overall, my impression was that of confused wonder.
Carrie smiled, and Josh smiled back. Again, there was something else in his smile that made me feel a little uneasy. He was showing his teeth, but his eyes seemed wistful, almost sad?
“Is he okay?” I said to Carrie. At that moment, he looked over to me, and if anything, his eyes grew sadder while his smile broadened.
She nodded. “Yeah, he’s okay.” She looked away from Josh and back at me. “I wasn’t lying when I told you earlier how insanely turned on I am by you.” Her mouth twitched. “In all our time in the Lifestyle, I’ve never been so attracted to someone else. Josh knows, and he thinks it’s a good idea for me to follow through with it to see where all this leads.” She looked back to her husband and gave a small wave that he returned. “But right now, watching us, he’s actually seeing the attraction being demonstrated.”
A surge of disappointment washed over me. In a fucked up way I was ‘The Other Woman’. My presence was creating some sort of pressure between Carrie and Josh. I reached up and took her arm from around my neck. “This isn’t what I wanted Carrie. I didn’t want to cause any problems.”
She snapped her head over to me. “Problems? Don’t be silly!”
“Look, Josh isn’t happy with what he’s just seen on the dance floor, hon. If that’s not a problem, I don’t know what you’d call it.”
“Oh. You mean his sad eyes, huh? You noticed them despite his beautiful smile?” She was smiling when she said it. She turned back and crooked her finger at Josh and waved him over.
When he came up to us, she put her arm around my waist and said to him, “Jess thinks you’re sad.” Her hand tightened on my waist and was softly stroking my belly. “She saw your sad eyes.”
“Oh,” he said. “Oh shit, again?” Carrie nodded, and pointed her chin towards me. “Let me explain, Jess. That’s not, that’s so not me being sad. I’ve been told it looks that way, yeah. But it’s not sadness or anything negative.”
“You could have fooled me,” I replied.
He pushed his hair back. “You’re pretty observant though.” I smiled in return, and he peered at me. “Did you observe anything else about me?”
“You were playing pocket pool with yourself.”
He gave a quick nod. “That’s right. In fact… excuse the familiarity.” he took one of my hands and rested it on his crotch. His cock was hard. Not swollen, not thick, not stiff, the fucking thing felt like a piece of pipe!
“Oh!” I’ve had my share of cock in my life, but this tool of Josh’s was something to write home about.
“That sad look is my ‘Oh Shit I’m So Turned On!’ look.” He rubbed his crotch using my hand. “Believe me?”
I nodded.
“If I was sad, Mr. Happy wouldn’t be anywhere near as… uhh…”
“I get it.” I turned to Carrie. “Okay, I’m good. Now what?”
Chapter 9: Oh Carrie…!
We were at my room pretty quickly. Housekeeping must have come by, because my bed was turned down and the room was straightened up. The three of us had walked back, Carrie and I arm in arm with Josh bringing up the rear. We left the party pretty early, so the building was quiet.
The lights in the room were dim when we entered, soft light came from a lamp on the dresser, and the light in the washroom was also on.
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sp; “Would you like me to put some music on?” I asked.
“Sure, that’d be great,” said Carrie.
I rummaged in my dresser and came up with my phone and a small wireless speaker I had picked up. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my music. Before I left home, I had downloaded a bunch of songs I considered to be sexy and seductive and made a playlist of them. Okay, to be honest, I Googled the playlist. In just a few moments, Chris Isaak’s ‘Wicked Game’ filled the room.
Carrie tilted her head and smiled at me. “That’s one of my favorites.”
“Glad you like it.” I said as I went back to where she was standing. “Anyone care for a drink? I have a fully stocked bar fridge.”
Josh did the honors. He got me and himself a beer, and poured out a Glenfiddich with soda for Carrie. She knocked it back and he gave her a refill.
“I’ll nurse this one, don’t worry,” she said to my unasked question. “Just so you know, you’re not the only nervous woman here, okay?”
“But…” I glanced back and forth between them. “You guys have done this sort of thing before. I thought this would just be…”
