Private Showing
The music continued to blare while the dancer on stage grinded
her hips towards the floor, her hair falling over her face
as she seemed to fuck the cold, black shiny floor. Tasha
was watching the dancer’s body move seductively before
the men seated around the stage. All of their eyes on her.
Tasha wondered what that must feel like.
About that time she was startled from her momentary fantasy
when the server came up to ask for their drink order. She
was about the same height as Tasha, curvaceous, with breasts
that were big and soft. Definitely natural and not enhanced
like most of the dancers. Tasha looked at the server’s body.
All she wore was a sarong tied loosely on her hip, falling
gently across her stomach and draping down her legs.
“Two glasses of white wine, ” he said, his eyes admiring
the server’s body as much Tasha’s eyes were admiring her.
She watched the server walk away. She then excused herself
from the table for a moment. On her way to the restroom, Tasha
stopped to whisper something in the server’s ear at the
bar. Philip had watched Tasha walk towards the bar. He always
enjoyed admiring the seductive sway of her hips when she
walked. He saw the two exchange a smile and then he watched
the server look her up and down and her eyes follow Tasha’s
walk as she proceeded to the restroom. She seemed to appreciate
the Tasha’s bottom as much as he did. He laughed to himself,
wondering what that exchange was all about.
Tasha returned to the table at the same time as the server.
He was surprised when the server placed three glasses of
wine on the table and then sat down to join them. She pulled
a chair to the table on the other side of him.
Tasha took a slow sip of her wine. She saw the curiosity
on Philip’s face that caused her to giggle slightly. The
giggle caused a bit of wine to escape her lips. As she went
to wipe it, the server said, “Oh, let me help you with that.”
She moved towards Tasha, leaning across the table in front
of him. Both women came together just in front of him, their
faces so close to each other, and to his. A sideways glance
from both of them, a smile, and then a pause.
“What was it that you said was such a turn on for you?” Tasha
asked Philip, almost tormenting him with the close proximity.
“Oh, yes. I do believe I recall you saying it was something
like this.” And just then she gently put her hand through
the server’s hair, and brushed a light kiss upon her lips.
Wanting to taunt him further and to make sure that it completely
excited him, Tasha let her tongue trace the girl’s lips
lightly. She pulled back slightly, looking into the girl’s
eyes, and then the two came together in a full-mouth kiss.
He could see their tongues exploring each other’s mouths
just inches from the front of his own mouth. It was almost
as passionate as a kiss that he and Tasha would share. The
softness of the two women added to the erotic pleasure of
the moment. Then pulling back, they both leaned over, one
to each side of him, and each kissed his cheek.
The server stood to walk away. She had a sexy round ass that
made both he and Tasha watch her as she walked back to the
bar. Tasha took a sip of her wine, and eased back in the chair
smiling at him, alternating glances to him and to the stage
where a new girl had taken the center floor.
“You arranged that didn’t you, ” he asked, smiling. “When
you said you were going to bathroom. I’m impressed you’d
do that just to please me.”
“Your pleasure, my darling, is as important to me as my
own, if not more.” She replied. “Nothing is more arousing
than to know that you’re aroused. I get off on you getting
off.” She leaned forward to his ear, tracing the rim of her
wine glass with her finger.
“Do you have any idea, ” she whispered, flicking her tongue
against the lobe of his ear, “just how hard I cum when you’re
fucking my mouth and are about ready to explode down the
back of my throat?” She paused, sucked his lobe gently,
and then answered for him, “As hard as when you’re fucking
any other part of my body. And it’s because you are getting
off, that I get off.”
She pulled back and took a sip of her wine. Dipping her finger
in her glass and then tracing his lips with it, she kissed
them gently. “Now, when you make love to me, it’s a bit different.
I can cum simply by your touch, your caress, your look into
my eyes. You can massage my head, take my hand, or just look
at me before a passionate kiss and my body explodes and releases
itself to you completely to be devoured and had at your whim.
That’s a delicious feeling as well.”
She smiled and sat back in her chair. “I think it’s time
I go to the restroom, ” he said kissing her forehead, her
chin in his hand. His look said he was about to make his own
arrangements at the bar along the way.
As she sat there waiting for him to return, watching the
women dance, watching the men watch, she felt her skin flush
from the combination of the nude bodies, the heat and smoke
in the room, and the wine. The server, her name being Sheila,
returned to the table in place of Philip. “I’m here to invite
you to a private party, ” she said, standing before Tasha,
holding her hand out.
Tasha looked up, smiled, and took her hand. She laughed
to herself. One of the incredible things Philip and she
shared was the comfort between the two of them, which allowed
for exploration of fantasy and delight. But it was the same
comfort that nourished the intimacy and removed all boundaries
for its growth.
She walked into a dimly lit room, soft jazz playing, and
he sitting in the middle of the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned
revealing his chest muscles and smooth skin which always
turned her on. He laughed as she stood inside the door taking
a somewhat nervous sip of her wine. She smiled back, laughed,
and said, “Now, this is freaky.” And then they both laughed,
knowing how they each referred to themselves as the freakier
one.
“Come here, ” he said, holding out his hand. She walked
towards him. He pulled her down to his lap and spread her
legs by positioning her on one knee with her legs across
his others. Her wraparound skirt fell open.
“Nice legs, ” said Sheila.
At that, he moved her so that she was sitting on the couch
between his legs. He wrapped her ankles around his and when
Sheila removed her sarong and walked towards them, he parted
his legs further to spread her thighs and skirt, exposing
her own g-string and shaved pussy to Sheila’s view. Sheila
bent over placing her hands on her knees and whispered,
“Are you ready for this?”
At that, he unhooked the one silver button on her blouse
to expose her chest, as if he was offering her up to Sheila.
It glistened with the moisture of sweat. She felt so hot,
like her body was on fire. “Normally, it’s a no-touch policy.
But with a woman as sensual as you, and a man who is enjoying
this through you, I’m waving that policy. Actually, in
fact, this is for my pleasure as well.”
The music seemed to get louder as Sheila slid her body down
between her thighs, pressing her breasts against her stomach,
her abdomen, and then up and down each leg. With Philip’s
breath on her neck and Sheila’s breath on her thighs, Tasha
thought she was going to faint from the ecstasy. Sheila
continued to grind against her legs, then began kissing
the inside of her calves, her knees, her thighs, running
her tongue up and down the length of them, kneading her fingers
into the flesh. He pulled Tasha’s legs further apart with
his to provide Sheila more room to explore and touch. Tasha’s
body was heaving harder between the two of them. Someone
was going to have to touch her before she lost her mind. She
needed the release.
Sensing her on the edge, Philip rolled down the lace of
Tasha’s bustier to expose her hard nipples. He started
rubbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She was
about to scream. She tried to contain them in moans that
she could not keep muffled. Thank goodness the music was
loud or the entire club would have heard her.
Sheila’s hands slid up Tasha’s body and began working
her breasts along with hands. Sheila’s tongue went to the
edge of the lace of her g-string, and she tugged at a few hairs
with her teeth.
Tasha could feel Philip’s cock growing harder against
her back, she grinding against him as Sheila grinded against
her. Sheila slid her body up the length of hers to bring her
own soft round breasts to both their lips. Having them brush
against her lips, she couldn’t resist the temptation to
part her lips and allow the nipple to dance against her tongue.
His cock started pulsating against her harder and she wanted
him in her so badly. He watched her take Sheila’s nipple
into her mouth, and his moans began to get louder.
As she sucked one breast, Sheila pulled his mouth to the
other and straddling both of their laps began grinding
herself against them as they each sucked and licked. Little
did he realize at this point that Sheila had slid one hand
down between Tasha’s legs, had pulled her g-string to the
side and was massaging her clit. Their three bodies were
grinding with Tasha in the middle. His cock against her
back and Sheila’s fingers exploring her wet pussy.
Sheila pulled back from them, and said “Remember, I said
this one is all pleasure.”
At that point Sheila slid down Tasha’s body and rested her
face between her thighs. With Sheila pulling the g-string
further away, Tasha could feel the cool air against her
wet flesh. Sheila’s tongue began to flicker against her
clit, darting in and out of her pussy, sucking and licking.
Sheila’s finger was filling her while her lips tugged at
her clit. Philip had pulled Tasha’s hands behind his head,
holding her still while Sheila devoured her. He watched
this woman eat Tasha’s pussy, his dick so hard against Tasha
that he thought he was going to explode. But Tasha knew that
she wanted that delight inside her, she hoped he would wait
to fill her with his hot cum.
Tasha must have exploded three times before Sheila came
up and passionately kissed her lips, rubbing her own cum
against her face. Sheila smiled at Philip, and said, “Enjoy
the room. It’s yours as long as you want it.” She then turned
to Tasha and said, “Thank you for letting me enjoy you.”
Then, she turned and walked out.
Philip looked at Tasha only briefly as he turned her over,
her knees against the couch, her hands on the wall in front
of her and plunged his cock deep inside her. He pounded against
her ass, she could feel his balls hitting against her pussy.
It wasn’t long before he arched hard against her, and she
felt him explode deeper in her than ever before. He came
so hard that she wasn’t sure if he was ever going to stop.
She could feel his cum drip down her thigh as he continued
to ram himself deeper inside her before collapsing against
her on the couch.
A few minutes passed and they took their glasses of wine,
curled up on the couch, holding each other, and began to
laugh and giggle as they always do.
“I suppose we should get dressed and head back to the hotel, ”
he said.
“What? And miss the final floorshow? Are you kidding me?”
she laughed. They dressed and returned to their table to
watch the final act. Interestingly enough, it was Sheila.
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