Frank halted and swung around so we were in that triangle again. “Since it’s both of us, what about paying for the ‘party’? I need to head to the bar first and get that taken care of.”
She lifted Frank’s hand and mine and kissed the back of each. A hot coil of heat traveled down my arm, into my breasts and made my nipples tighten further. It went on to spill into my belly and jolt me with an unmistakable conclusion.
Yes. I wanted a woman. This woman.
“Like I said, it’s on me.” Jazmine murmured it, almost as if she regretted having offered a freebie before Frank had introduced us.
Frank blinked. “Are you sure, Jaz? I…”
Jazmine smiled with an adoring sparkle in her eyes. “Yes. Very. I don’t need the money. I’m supposed to receive a huge settlement from Rob.” She directed her next words to me. “This place, Puss ’N Tush, it’s just for…well, for fun. At least for tonight with you two.”
“If you’re sure.” Frank shuffled his feet, clearly the proud cop uncomfortable with bucking the justice system and his own lawful morals.
Jazmine—or Jaz as Frank seemed to be fond of calling her—gifted us each with a twinkly wink that made my mouth water and my knees reacquire their weak, boneless sensation. “It’s really nice to meet you, Giovanna,” Jazmine said. “Now let’s go, you two hotties. We should claim one of those party rooms before they’re taken. This might be fun after all.”
Jazmine led us to one of three party rooms down a long hallway. The space had five black-carpeted booths. She chose the one in the far right nook. The bench seat had a platform that ran above and behind it with slanted slats on either side, I assumed so the strippers had ways of getting at their customers from above. Rolled-up fluffy towels had been stuffed onto a shelf to the right. To the left, a teak shelf provided a wicker basket of various mini-bottled whiskeys and vodka, and another overflowed with snacks.
The next shelf held tubes of lube and bowls of condoms, and yet another larger basket contained sex toys in interesting shapes and sizes.
I inhaled the unmistakable acrid odor of marijuana. Apparently those snacks were for the post-sex drug-induced munchies. Beneath the drug smells I detected feminine perfume and male cologne along with the aroma of sex stirred by the air-conditioning bursting from the high register vents. Moans, girlie voices and skin-slapping noises mingled from the other four private spaces amid the overhead rock music.
“Wow.” It was all I could get out in my excitement and stunned disbelief.
Again I wondered how I’d missed this underground sinful place, even having lived in Miami my entire life.
“Please.” Jazmine gestured to the bench. “Have a seat. Both of you.”
We obeyed. Frank settled near the towel side, me the shelf of goodies. I wanted to be able to reach a nerve-calmer in case I needed it. Like now. Anticipation knotted my stomach so I twisted open a bottle of vodka, took a deep breath and drained the strong liquid.
I coughed at the burn and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Whew. Strong stuff.”
“Here.” Jazmine handed a tequila sample to Frank. She seemed familiar with his preference, and somehow it didn’t bother me in the least. “Your turn, Frankie. All three of us need to get loose and ready for this session.”
Session sounded a bit…I don’t know, clinical to me. But I ignored it. All I wanted was to sample a woman, and this one would do way beyond fine.
It must’ve been a woman-to-woman instinct because she glanced at me and amended her words. “Actually not ‘session’. What I meant was fantasy. One of mine too—I’ve never been with a woman before. I mean, you know, all the way.”
Frank threw back the tequila and swallowed. He suppressed a cough and chuckled. “Well it’s not like I wasn’t game for it in our marriage.”
Just for a brief moment she checked out mentally, went all dreamy-eyed. She chewed on her bottom lip before adding, “I know, baby, I know. But I’ve changed since our marriage. Really, since my marriage to Rob. I want less. Yet more, different. Do you understand?”
“I do.” I blurted it out, suddenly feeling as if I intruded on some romantic rendezvous between lovers.
Frank chucked the bottle into a nearby trashcan and set his hand on my leg. At his insistence I’d worn a black leather getup with matching knee-high boots. My breasts strained to escape from the tight halter-style dress. The neck of it plunged to my navel while the skirt portion practically rose so high I was certain Jazmine could glimpse my pussy.
Not that I was complaining. Teasing her—both of them at the same time—turned me on like nothing else in my life ever had.
Frank’s palm slid up my thigh. He nudged my legs apart. I hadn’t worn panties so he found my clit in no time. The instant contact sent a zap through my blood. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising to press my nub harder against his fingertip. I moaned while keeping my gaze on Jazmine.
She smiled, her eyes practically glued to mine. “Really? You get it? My need for less yet more. Different.”
Frank knew me well enough to recognize that at a sexy time like this with his hand between my thighs I could barely get anything past my throat except growls and groans.
He spoke for me. “Yes. Gio’s changed recently. Like I said out there, she’s had a yearning for a woman to join us. Not a man. With the exception of me, she’s tired of men.” One of his fingers glided through my slit and filled my vagina. A soft whimper escaped my lips.
Jazmine kneeled in front of me. She reached down and removed her stilettoes and slid the see-through chiffon robe from her shoulders. It fell in a crimson wisp to the floor, leaving her bare except for a string thong. Her hands gripped my thighs and pressed into my muscles as she moved her palms higher, closer to Frank’s hand.
“What a coincidence. You must’ve read my mind. I’ve been noticing women more too, in a…you know, sexual way. More than just friends or ‘dance’ partners or fooling around for money.”
“You have?” I panted the words out and slapped my hands onto the seat. So this wasn’t just a job for her, for money. It was a dream of hers too, something she yearned for rather than performed on an emotionless level.
I closed my eyes and let out a breath of relief.
Oh my god, thank you, Frank. Thank you for bringing me here.
Jazmine kissed one of my knees then the other. “Mm-hm. I need more. I need it for real with people I can grow to care about. Now lift your butt so I can get this skimpy thing out of the way.”
Grow to care about?
I hadn’t thought of it that way. Uh, no. I didn’t want to get so involved that I “cared”. I just wanted the physical part of it. But I wouldn’t admit to that because then I wouldn’t get what I wanted.
I raised my hips and gave her room to expose more of my lower body. Her warm breath fanned my thighs as she moved higher and nudged the hem of my dress up. The crunch of shifting leather sounded naughty. Its snugness bunched around my waist, reminding me of a woman I’d seen on the dance floor with her skintight skirt hiked up and a man on his knees munching between her legs.
Jazmine drew Frank’s hand away from me and winked at him. Her eyes glittered at him and I thought of the sea sparkling below the Caribbean noonday sun. “Do you mind, sweetie? Since it’s my first ‘real’ time with a woman too, I want to get a good look at Giovanna’s pussy to see what I’m about to taste.”
Sweetie? How nauseating. Ah please just stop with the lovey-dovey shit. And make it a quick look. Then just do it for heaven’s sake. Taste me.
“You kidding? This is every man’s dream.” He unzipped his jeans and released his cock, already fully hard. While he stroked himself, he bent and closed his mouth over hers.
Envy gripped me at the sight of him touching himself while their lips met in a tender, familiar kiss. Dammit, I wanted to be the center of attention. But hell with it. The edges of my own desire softened the blow, as well as the knowledge that both those mouths would be on me before we left th
is place.
No. I refused to be a bystander.
Uh-uh. Just being a voyeur to something as alluring as this was not going to happen.
I needed it all the way. And I wanted to be in the middle. Nothing less would satisfy me. So I cleared my throat to snap them out of it.
Jazmine drew back and returned her interest to me. She zoned in on my cunt and I could swear my vibrator had just skimmed across my clit for a brief moment. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “So pretty and pink. I can’t wait to see what you’re going to feel like on my tongue, my lips, my fingers. And my pussy. I want to rub my pussy against yours.”
Whoa. “You have a way with words. You’re making me wet already.”
“Jesus,” Frank mumbled, jacking himself off faster. He tugged on the tie behind my neck and pulled the top of my dress down. My breasts spilled out, the nipples taut and ready for that red-painted mouth to devour them. Cool air brushed my warm flesh. Yet when Jazmine’s gaze rose and latched on to my breasts, my skin heated up again and my lower belly tightened.
“You’re not the only one getting wet.” Jazmine dug her fingernails into my right thigh and grazed her other palm up my stomach. Her hand closed over my breast. She palmed it, rolling my areola between her thumb and middle finger. Her eyes were wide with what I could only describe as incredulity. “Wow. So soft, so beautiful.”
Frank filled his hand with my other mound. “Taste her, Jaz. See how delicious her skin is.” He stroked himself in quick jerks. His head moved lower and his tongue snaked out and flicked over my nipple.
While it felt good, I held my breath and waited for Jazmine to do the same thing to the other one. She rose and pressed a gentle kiss to my nipple. Feminine to feminine. No scratchy whiskers or uncontrolled desire from the first minute, not like my other boob, where Frank suckled. She seemed to know what I wanted and needed—only what another woman would know.
Jazmine brushed Frank aside, forcing him to move away from my breast. Her mouth widened and she sucked on my breast until her teeth clamped gently on the fatty outer flesh and her tongue whirled in slow circles around the knot. I started to moan but it clogged in my throat when the hand that rested on my thigh slid up and a finger found my clit.
My head fell back and clunked against the carpeted wall. The noise that surged from deep in my throat sounded foreign to me, more like the alone me that fucked myself in private with my toys. In the quiet of my own apartment I could come over and over and scream as loud as I wanted. But now that I contemplated my sex life, for some reason I had always held back when I made love to a man.
Yet now…
Something had been unleashed inside me. An animal. A woman so close to fulfillment she acted and sounded like a she-devil.
The brush of her long hair between my legs and the gentle touch of her fingers raised me to a sensual level I’d never been to before. Having Frank masturbate while he watched our girl-on-girl action elevated me to yet another degree of heat. I moved my pelvis in a circular motion to force Jazmine to massage my clit harder and faster, and to entice Frank further.
He leaned down and closed his hand over Jazmine’s dangling breast. She moaned at the contact. The vibrations of her mouth and tongue on my cunt sent jolts through my womb. I longed for an orgasmic eruption to paralyze me from head to pussy to toes.
To see if this orgasm with my first woman could compare to the ones I’d had with all those men.
Frank abandoned his cock and caressed my tit too. He was talented in that way with uncanny radar for a woman’s needs yet it appeared Jazmine would surpass him in that ability. He drew back for a few seconds. His glazed eyes penetrated mine and I adored him at that second for bringing me here to fulfill my fantasy.
“Slip a couple of fingers inside her.” His stare held mine while he spoke to Jazmine. “Now. Give her the first finger-fucking from a woman.”
I drew in a deep breath, exhaled, loving his gruff, stern tone.
“Yes, make me come,” I murmured, so transfixed by her eyes. I hoped mine gleamed and that my voice ordered her with a commanding tone similar to Frank’s. “Eat me. Kiss and lick my clit, finger me until I explode.”
Jazmine smiled at me, at Frank, then she returned her gaze back to me. It smoldered, causing a thrill to race up my spine. “Only if you promise to return the favor. I want to experience it too.” She lifted her nose above my pussy and inhaled. “Mm, you smell sexy, womanly and fresh.”
What a romantic thing to say in the middle of such a naughty scenario.
My face warmed. For a few moments I avoided her probing examination. The uncharacteristic coyness baffled me. I peered down at her, away, back again. “I will. I would love to return the favor.”
She flicked out her tongue while watching me. I melted at my first touch of a woman’s tongue on my pussy. Excitement rippled through my lower belly while her tongue worked on my clit. And those eyes, whoa. They scrutinized my face, my responses to her supposed first attempt at eating pussy. Dammit, but her gaze caressed my soul on a level I couldn’t admit to at the moment.
“Is that good?” Jazmine tilted her head and squinted up at me, a gleam of hope in her eyes.
I eased out the air I’d been holding in my lungs and let my legs fall wide open. “Yes. Oh god yes. Please don’t stop.”
Frank cleared his throat and mumbled a string of curse words. He jacked himself off in quick motions. It gave me a brief mental image of his thickness filling my pussy, my mouth, my hands or ass. He had a beautiful cock and he knew how to use it to make thorough love to a woman, that’s for certain. But this time, I wanted to make love to a woman.
Specifically I longed to be sandwiched between them and appease my curiosity.
Now. Ah, appease that curiosity now.
Jaz answered my plea. Two fingers entered my pussy. Her knuckles grazed my labia. She teased my knot with her tongue, pulled her fingers out of my vagina then pushed back in, stimulating my G-spot with each thrust. I cradled my breasts and tweaked my nipples to add to the intensity. The sounds of other customers and strippers moaning and screaming upped the ambiance.
Frank held my jaw and turned my face toward him. His mouth moved nearer, capturing mine with a hunger I’d never felt from him. His tongue traced my lips, slid past my teeth and swirled around my tongue. I pulled his breath into my lungs. He mimicked me. We seesawed the motion until an arousing suction stirred my pussy, linking the sensations Jaz had awakened in me.
“God, you’re both blowing my mind.” Frank rained kisses over my lips, chin, cheeks and neck. He removed his hand and stroked his cock again. “You two doing that to each other makes me so fucking hard I could come just watching you.
Jaz’s initial exploration of my body had been hesitant, unsure. But when Frank snatched a condom from a basket, moved behind Jaz and kneeled, probing her backside with his cock, Jaz’s tongue pressed harder on my clit and her fingers pumped my vagina faster. I knew the moment Frank played with her clit and started to enter her cunt—when her moans vibrated against my nub.
So hot. This is so hot.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her face tighter to my slit. My hips rocked and I ground my cunt against her mouth. “Fuck yes. Eat me. Make me come, make me—”
My eyes rolled back in my head. I held my breath, clinging to the rise of the climax.
The sexy sounds of Frank pounding Jaz’s pussy—skin slapping skin, hardness invading wetness—and their synchronized growls of release enhanced the intensity of my orgasm.
My body kept twitching and shuddering. I couldn’t stop, didn’t want to.
Finally I collapsed against the sloped seat, my lungs on fire, my body saturated with a pleasant tingling. Sweat soaked the hair at the nape of my neck. The moisture trickled down my back and between my breasts. “Oh. My. God.”
Jaz panted and laid her head on my thigh. “Honey, that doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
Frank pressed his cheek against Jaz’s bac
k. “Holy. Shit. That was amazing.”
The overhead music and moans in the booths nearby came back to my awareness. I combed my fingers through Jazmine’s damp hair and across Frank’s brow. They were both so attractive. And they’d been mine.
Jazmine rained kisses over my thighs. “Amazing isn’t the word for it. But ugh, now I have to go back to work.”
Disappointment weighed heavy in my heart.
It was over. My threesome fantasy was over. It had been fulfilled.
Except for one thing—the part where I got to be in the middle, one side extreme femininity, the other a strapping stud.
Frank stood, removed the condom and tossed it in the trashcan. He situated his cock inside his boxers and zipped his jeans up. “Damn, that half hour went by fast.”
I tried to keep my bottom lip from pouting. “It did. Way too fast. I wish we had more time.”
So I can be the center of everyone’s world.
“I’m so sorry,” Jaz said as she rearranged her G-string, donned her robe and hopped around while attempting to put her strappy heels back on. “Maybe you both can come back again sometime. Or…I could come over after my shift tonight.”
Frank offered his hand to me and helped me to my feet. He tied the leather straps behind my neck and tugged my dress over my hips. He winked at me, and combined with Jazmine’s idea, my libido revved up again. “That sounds perfect.”
“I’d love that,” Jazmine said. “I’ll shoot you a text and let you know when to expect me. That is, if around five a.m. isn’t too early. Will you still be up?”
I smiled at her while juices trickled from my pussy. “Well we might take a short catnap but we’d wake up for you any day.”
Frank pulled me against his side and said, “Damn right. What she said.”
“Sounds wonderful. Can’t wait. Well, off to work I go, humping the pole and scraping ones, fives and tens off the dance floor.” Jaz leaned forward and pulled me toward her for a kiss that nearly blew my toes off. She patted my cheek and smiled with mischief. “You are so gorgeous. And tasty. I loved my first true woman experience. Loved it. Thank you, Giovanna.”
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