"Touch Yourself"

[Sensual_Goddess]

Robert was chatty, almost flirty on the way home. Maybe the party had loosened him up, reminded him of those happier times. Whatever the cause, Jessica said a silent prayer of thanks that things with Carson had gone no further than a few kisses and some peek a boo moments. It could end where it stood.

She thought about how those few kisses had made her feel. The ferocity of the desire they invoked had shaken her greatly. She knew the passion had been absent from her life for awhile, but she hadn't realized how badly she'd missed it until it literally smacked her in the face.

Sure, Carson was forbidden fruit, which only served to sweeten his appeal. His reputation alone had been enough to inspire a few of her fantasies. She had fallen for his charm in a moment of weakness. steeped in alcohol she didn't normally drink. It went deeper, but she ignored the pang of remorse she felt. Instead of dwelling on her mistake, she focused on this moment with Robert.

He was as handsome as ever, and smiling as he was now, reminded her of why she had fallen for him in the first place. Nothing ever got him down. He had lived a charmed life, and while he was aware of his privileged status, he didn't look down too far at anyone. The rest of the family wondered why he was willing to let Carson take advantage of him. Robert never saw it that way. When asked if he thought Carson would do the same for him, he always replied "who cares?" and meant it.

The bikini she had worn to the party was still in a pile by the bed. No reason to dirty up another, this one was still in good enough shape. She slipped out of her "limited edition designer dress" and draped it over the chair beside her bed. She stood in her pretty matching bra and panties, remembering Carson grabbing her wrist and forcing her hand against her. The wetness he had stirred in her darkened the crotch of the bright pink lacy underthings, reminding her of how close she had come to crossing that line.

Jessica peeked her head into Robert's half of their big master suite.

"We can talk about it later, I'm busy with the wife," she heard him say, then he tossed his phone on the bureau. He told her she looked beautiful, remembered her bikini from the night before..."I'm glad you wore it again so I could tell you how amazing you looked in it," then took her hand and kissed it softly. He led her down to the pool and before she could protest he picked her up and tossed her in the shallow end. The cool water felt good, and the playful side of Robert felt even better. He jumped in beside her as she surfaced, splashing her while she tried to recover from the impromptu dunking. They laughed, swam a few laps, which Robert won, of course. When they were both breathless they sidled up to one another where the water reached their torsos. Robert leaned back on the edge, and Jessica stood in front of him. She kissed his face, then centered on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, let her kiss his face and neck some more.

"Maybe tonight, well, it's been awhile," she said softly, trying not to sound too needy.

"Oh Jess, I have such an early day tomorrow, how about I promise some time with you before the week is out?" he asked.

"Of course babe, just let me know, okay?" she leaned into him and rested her head against his chest. No reason to push, or pout. She tried to pretend like it didn't sting, but she was glad for the bright sun, giving her an excuse to be a little teary eyed.

They splashed around some more, and while Jessica was trying to stay focused on her husband, she couldn't help glance toward the bungalow and wonder if Carson was in there, watching them now.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Maybe tonight, well," Jessica was suggesting, her words barely audible twenty feet away at the bungalow. "It's been awhile."

It wouldn't be a day at the most if you were mine, Carson thought, now definitely feeling envy for Robert.

"Oh Jess, I have such an early day tomorrow," he heard his brother answer. "How about I promise ..."

He didn't hear the rest of his the younger sibling's words, but it didn't matter; Robert was blowing her off, again. Carson just shook his head. My god, man ... you just don't see it. That's why she wants someone else ... why she wants ME."

Carson could see Jessica's mouth moving, responding, but again he couldn't hear her. He did, however, see her tilt her head and look toward the bungalow. He had told the brunch guests that he'd seen an old girl friend, the excuse for his sudden departure; for all he knew, Jessica might have believed he was with someone, just as he was sure Robert did.

No, Carson told himself. I saw it in her eyes ... her promise ... she knows I'm expecting her ... and she knows I wouldn't pass this up for ... some chick.

He glanced down at his still nude body, finding his dick again outstanding. He smirked ... and walked to the bungalow door, opening it fully and standing in it ... in full view of the pool.

Jessica's head rose from Robert's shoulder, and Carson knew she'd seen him. He backed up a pace into the shadows, then reached up to the wall and turned on a light at the end of an extension arm. He pulled it down low, until -- in the relative darkness -- it illuminated the middle of his torso ... his groin...

And he began stroking himself ... hard and fast...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Jessica squinted in the bright sun reflecting off the water. Behind Robert's shoulder, the guest house was in open view. At first, she thought it was just the sun in her eyes, but then she saw the curtains move. So he was there. Alone? No way to tell from here. She knew she shouldn't care, but she did. He had probably banged hundreds of girls, women, whores...right behind those doors, whoever it was he used to sate his appetites, she thought miserably. Did she really want to be his next conquest? The next chick he kicked to the curb? No, but she still wanted something from him, as wrong as that was.

The water lapped at her breasts, providing a layer of cool between her body and Robert's. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked at the door to the bungalow, half expecting a woman to appear there. Instead, it was Carson. He was standing there, nude, looking directly at her. She stifled a gasp when he acknowledged he saw her looking. Robert was relaxed, leaning back against the edge of the pool, rested his hand on her head and kissed her.

"About ready to get out?" he asked as he gently disengaged her arms from his shoulders. "I should go make a few follow up phone calls."

Jessica backed away, careful not to give away the view behind them.

"I'll be in in a little while, I want to get a little more sun."

She kissed his cheek as he bent to kiss her, smiled and watched him go. He really was making it hard for Jessica to keep her mind...and eyes, off his brother.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson was pushing it; pushing his luck with his brother, pushing the limits of decency ... pushing ... pushing and pulling at his erection as fiercely as he ever had, determined to have some level of sexual satisfaction with Jessica, even if it had to be of his own effort and imagination.

His sister-in-law was watching him, her full attention on his rapid masturbating. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, wanted to know what she was thinking. Last night she had fantasized that he was fucking her; it was what he thought, and -- unknown for certain to him -- it was what she was in fact doing. This afternoon, he'd gotten her to put her hand down her panties and, for a moment, saw the result of her touching herself, albeit for too short a time. Then she wanted to have nothing to do with him, telling him to put his plaything away. And finally, she was making plans to meet with him secretly, here, this evening, to repeat her own performance and watch him in his. It was like a fucking roller coaster knowing what she wanted to do, wanted to see, wanted to feel.

Suddenly, Robert moved his wife back away from him. Jessica's eyes left Carson, looking to her husband; her lips were moving, but Carson couldn't here them anymore. Was she telling her beloved about his socially unacceptable brother...? Or worse, Carson feared, was her lust and sight of Carson leading her to ask Robert to take her upstairs, to their bedroom, to bed?

The pleasure was welling inside Carson rapidly, and he didn't care -- at least right now -- what was happening out there. He was nearing that magical point, the point of no return, where he knew for certain that his climax -- and the expulsion of his load Jessica's direction -- was imminent.

Go upstairs with him ... fuck him ... you'll be thinking of me ... like I am of you...

And suddenly, Robert turned and waded his way out of the pool, grabbing a long plush robe and towel ... and leaving scantily dressed wife behind.

What the fuck is wrong with you? he was practically screaming in his head for his brother. How can you leave her here like that? How could you ever leave her anywhere ... anyway?

He was getting close and beginning to show it in his movements. He was crouching over a bit, grasping with his free hand at the back of a chair for balance; his mouth was wide open, moans and groans escaping; and his eyes ... after seeing Robert disappear, they never left Jessica for a moment...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Jessica turned to watch Robert disappear into the house. Then she turned back to Carson. She leaned forward on the edge of the pool, resting on her elbows. She didn't do anything to encourage him, but he didn't seem to need that, anyway. It looked like all of the teasing, taunting, cat and mouse antics had left him with one hell of a hard on. Was this just a see what you're missing show? She deserved that, and more, she knew.

Why, why, why couldn't Robert have just a little of his brother's appetite for her? Was it inevitable, after so many with the years with the same person, for the passion to just evaporate? Jessica felt like she was starting to come into her own as a woman, was eager to explore some of her fantasies. They were all pretty tame, and most involved her husband, but she didn't know how to broach the subject with him. Hey honey, what do you think about letting me anoint you with oil and rub my body all over you? Jessica had read that suggestion recently in one of her many women's magazines, and had even gone so far as to purchase the sweet almond oil the article suggested was best. The unopened bottle was still on the shelf in her bathroom.

She shifted her body, finding one of the water jets with her thigh. This was one of Jessica's secret, favorite places to masturbate. When she was particularly wound up she often found herself in the pool, and a few years ago had discovered if she stood in just the right place, she could let the flow of water hit her clit and cause her to come in minutes. It wasn't for when she was in the mood to fantasize; it was for when the fantasies had pushed her to the edge of neediness. The sensation was always physically satisfying, but nothing more. But watching Carson, watching when he knew she was there, added something to the experience. As soon as she felt the water against her mons, she could feel his hand over hers, guiding her down to her soaked panties, daring her to show him what she liked while he was so close his breath felt warm on her face.

The pool walls gave her complete cover; there was no way Carson could know what she was doing while she watched him. Unless he noticed when she closed her eyes, gasped when her orgasm was there. She shuddered and let her body drift back, the powerful water stream too much for her to take on her throbbing clit. The physical ache had been soothed for the moment, but what she really wanted was still out of reach. She wanted to call out to her brother-in-law, invite him to come on in, the water's fine! Instead, she watched him as he neared his edge, curious and yes, inticed by the sight. She had never seen any man come, not even her husband, from his own hand. Carson would be her first.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

His orgasm was imminent; the pleasure welling down low was on the verge of taking over his all. Carson struggled to keep his head up, his eyes upon her. As long as he could see Jessica before him, he was in Jessica, where he so wanted to be but couldn't be.

He had only seconds left when he began to see changes in Jessica's expressions. She seemed ... to be in a state of pleasure of her own. Her arms were crossed upon the pool deck before her, below her chin, meaning she wasn't repeating her actions of the night before. Carson tried to recall the lay out of the pool's steps and safety rails. Could she be RIDING one, working it against her aching pussy?

He was certain that was what she was doing. She was fulfilling her promise; she was masturbating with him. Well, as much as with him as Carson could expect with Robert just twenty yards away inside his home. Carson looked out into the yard, wondering whether he could get closer to Jessica. He so desperately wanted to be nearer her when he came, when she came, when they came ... together.

But he barely had time to consider the thought, let alone do anything about it. Like a volcano that had been building for years, decades, centuries, the pleasure built faster and faster until...

"O-h-h-h-h-h...Jess...!" he bellowed as his dick pulsed, sending a spray of white out before him. The orgasm was simply overwhelming; his eyes went closed as his mouth went open, a long moan sounding throughout the home and, likely, out into the property as well. Carson struggled to stay on his feet, wanting to simply collapsed to the tile. When he did open his eyes, looking down, he found a trail of his discharge splattered from his feet to the door, four feet away; cum dangled from his fingers and stuck to the hair on his shins. His head was swimming in euphoria, his heart pounding fiercely, his breathing erratic and labored. He couldn't remember when he'd had such a satisfying orgasm by his own touch...

And, in a sense, he had it with...

He looked up and out, allowing his eyes to adjust, and found Jessica's eyes set upon him ...and, seeing her reaction, he smiled...

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The realization of what she had done, was still doing, thrilled Jessica like nothing had in such a long time. It all seemed so dirty, forbidden, but incredibly sexy. She couldn't take her eyes off Carson. The yards that separated them made it impossible to see the details; precum glistening on the head as he worked his shaft in hard rhythmic strokes, or muscles straining beneath a layer of sweaty flesh. These were details Jessica could fill in without the aid of light, anyway. Cool water lapped softly at the walls of the big pool, muffling most sounds, save for the occasional bird, or plane far overhead.

*"O-h-h-h-h-h...Jess...!"*

It was barely audible, and at first she thought it must be Robert calling to her from the house, maybe from the balcony from their room upstairs. But the cry, while soft to her ears, was full of something so rarely heard in Jessica's world she didn't recognize it at first. She knew Carson was coming when she heard her name cross his lips. His body spasmed, and she could feel the passion in his release from across the yard. The desire to taste him, feel the warm thick essence that was her sexy fantasy man come to life, was so strong. She licked her lips and smiled at the thought.

Her mind drifted back to their plans for later tonight. Did this even the score, or did he still expect the midnight rendezvous? It didn't feel nearly as much like an obligation as it had back at brunch, it felt more like an opportunity. She was nervous about performing in front of anyone, even her own husband had never seen her do what Carson had already seen. She had thought she was alone, so it had been easy. When he had put her hand down her panties earlier she had felt a sudden pang of deep shame. It had felt good to know he was watching, wanted to watch, once she got over being hurt that he didn't want her. But, masturbation was something to be done alone, in private, wasn't it? Unless it kept her from sleeping with her brother-in-law. Justification is a handy tool when applied correctly.

Jessica motioned for him to come to the door so she could ask if they were still on for later. She didn't want to assume anything. And yeah, she wanted to be a little closer, even if just for a minute or two. The chlorinated water, though inviting and cool, was no substitute for a man's presence in those minutes post orgasm. The need to connect, even if only through verbal contact, was instinctual for Jessica.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson's heart beat slowed, but not slowly; his breathing returned, again in its own time. The aftermath of the orgasm had been the most satisfying minutes of his life. Was it simply physical? His eruption -- the spray of his seed for feet before him -- had been overpowering, of that there was no doubt. Or was it the situation? Was it his sister-in-law, in a pool before him, watching him, possibly masturbating as well.

Carson didn't care which was the reason. He simply was on cloud nine ... or, reluctantly, coming slowly down off of it.

He saw her gesture him to the bungalow's door, likely to be able to speak soft enough as to not be heard by others; to not be heard by her husband, somewhere in the big house nearby. Carson used his dry hand to steady himself, to lift him to his bare feet. He glanced down at his load, splashed across the tile, and picked a path through the droplets until he was near the door.

Then, smiling and mouthing Thank You, Jessica ... he slowly closed it ... leaving her alone in the pool, alone with her thoughts.

Carson wanted to peek out and see how she reacted. They had made plans to do what they'd just done later tonight. Would she assume that this had replaced it and he was good with that...? Would she think they were still to meet, and he was simply telling her We're good for now ... words are not necessary...? Or would she think that he was rejecting her again, having gotten what he wanted from her and not needing more...?

He was concerned that she would fear the latter. Carson didn't want her hurt any further by his actions. She wouldn't understand him, which wasn't unheard of; he was -- always had been -- a very misunderstood man.

But he had a plan in mind, and to execute it meant she had to think they were done for today. He needed her to simply go to bed, to forget about him -- or at least about being with him. He was taking a chance with this action, he knew. But he'd lived a charmed life, and if this didn't pan out, he'd find a way...

He smiled to himself and headed for the bathroom, to wash his ejaculate from his body ... and make some phone calls to downright socially unsuitable people.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Is tonight too soon for a repeat? I hope you can do that again. Or, now we're even.

Jessica was playing these phrases and more over in her head, wondering what the appropriate response was to what she had just witnessed. She didn't even consider the thought he might not respond to her invitation to join her outside. When he stopped short at the door, mouthed Thank you, Jessica, and closed the door, she waited, expectantly, for the door to open. When it didn't after a few more seconds, she was surprised. A little stung. So, that was it? It was better that way, her logical brain was soothed by the sense of balance. He got his, you already had yours, and in fact, had a little extra he didn't know about. Let it go at that.

She waited a few more minutes, but with her back to the bungalow. She leaned back against the pool wall and kicked her legs, stretched out, then swam a lap around before using the ladder on the opposite side to exit. The urge to look back was so strong, but Jessica resisted. She grabbed her towel and headed for the house, not in a particularly big hurry. It wasn't like she had anything planned. A shower, dinner, a stack of new magazines in the library; her routine Sunday evening. Maybe a little self play after she went to bed. No reason not to, even if it would be truly solo. It was how she'd done it all but once in her life.

The big shower in the master bath was spa quality, with personal settings for both of them, activated by a simple push of a button. The temperature and water pressure were exactly how she liked them every time. She stripped off her wet bikini and left it in a puddle on the floor, stepped into the shower and leaned back. The faint smell of chlorine began to disappear when she lathered her body in sweet smelling soap. The big bar glided across her skin, left a trail of soft lather where she swiped it over her. Her touch was arousing as she covered her belly and thighs in the fragrant bubbles. Mmmm, she sighed softly, closed her eyes, wished it was someone else's hands, anyone else's hands, caressing her right now. Who had she fantasized about before Carson, his stories, and his confident swagger showed up? No one else came to mind as she absentmindedly reached for one of her nipples. Just Carson and his dark eyes, strong hands, broad chest, taunting, beckoning her to show me what you like babe...just relax and show me...it's okay if you like it...

Her finger on her clit caused her to stop; she was still ultra-sensitive after the pool treatment. Instead, she combed her fingertips through the small patch of hair, left for what reason Jessica wasn't even sure anymore. It wasn't like anyone saw it, outside her stylist, and her doctor once a year. It had simply become a habit, like so many other things in her mundane routine. It did provide a nice soft spot to rest her thumb when her fingers were busy, so it wasn't a completely useless ritual. And, it never hurt to be prepared, in case her husband was in the mood and willing to do more than the usual. That, unfortunately, occurred with about the same regularity as the physician appointments.

In the bedroom, Jessica dressed quickly in a t-shirt and shorts. She peeked in Robert's room and found him on the phone, as she had expected.

"Dinner?" she mouthed at him. He shook his head and gestured to the phone at his ear, shrugged his shoulders, mouthed sorry....

"No problem," she whispered back, blew him a kiss, and tiptoed back out into the hall. She was hungry after her swim and show. Her hangover had prevented her from eating much at brunch. She wasn't in the mood to prepare anything, but there were sure to be leftovers from the party in the service kitchen.

She filled a plate and headed for the library. A little music, a little light reading before bed time, might be enough to fight the insomnia tonight that she knew was threatening to overtake her night. She knew she would be up until at least midnight. Even though Carson hadn't confirmed their meeting, she didn't want to be the one who didn't show up if she had misread his signal.

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[TellMeAStoryGuy]

It was nearly midnight. Carson had contemplated waiting until after the witching hour to go to the big house, thinking that Jessica would simply give up on him if he didn't show and go to bed, either satisfied with the way the day had gone ... or not.

But his plan for the evening had requirements, and having her take a stroll down to his place after her husband had gone to sleep wasn't part of that plan. So, ten minutes before they were supposed to meet, he left the bungalow, used the electronic keypad to access the rear hallway, and made his way slowly, quietly, through the main floor.

His heart about jump out of his chest as Isabella, the live in house keeper stepped out from the kitchen and nearly collided with him. He could see she was as shocked as he and as her mouth opened to shriek, he surged forward, slapped his hand over it, and grasped her around the waist, pulling her to him.

"It's just me, Izzy!" he said just loud enough for her to hear him. He shushed her, adding quickly, "It's just me. Don't scream."

He had a reason to tell her not to scream, aside the fact that he'd scared the wits out of her. The way he was holding her now, his hand low in the small of her back, their bodies pressed firmly together, was not an unknown feeling to them. "Izzy" had been Carson's reintroduction to American sexuality when he returned to the States and, without even waiting to be asked, Robert gave him a place to stay. The Argentinian woman, recently naturalized -- his brother wasn't the type to take chances with INS -- had been a fireball in bed, but she'd been looking for a husband, not a great fuck, as she'd described Carson, and he wasn't looking for vows and a marriage certificate, no matter how good her casseroles and blow jobs had been.

"I'm just going to the kitchen for a snack," he said, his hand still over her mouth. "Are we okay, Izzy...?"

In her eyes, Carson could see that they weren't okay. But the beautiful mid-20ish woman nodded, and when he removed his hand from her mouth and relaxed his grip on her body, she whispered back in a growl, "You're a shit, Mister Carson."

"I know, Izzy," he responded, gesturing her quiet again. He looked past her and asked, "Is everyone in bed?"

"Not us," she said, an eyebrow raising as she cocked her head and pulled herself away from him. When he smiled broadly, she returned the smile and said, "Mister Robert is in his little bedroom."

"Is he asleep?" When Isabella answered yes, he asked, "Where is Jessica?"

"Missus Jessica is in the library," she continued answering him, straightening her uniform. "She fell asleep, so I put a blanket over her."

"Thanks, Izzy," Carson said, moving forward to again slip an arm around her and kiss her cheek, which she pretended not to like by pulling her face away while simultaneously slipping one of her hands around Carson's waist and resting it just below his belt line. He kissed her again, this time with wet lips, saying, "You know that if I were the marrying kind--"

"Stop it," she said, slapping his chest and pulling away. As she turned away from him, she whispered, "Go eat your snacks ... since you don't want to eat me any more."

He couldn't help but laugh, immediately stifling it. He headed for the kitchen, then -- once he was sure Isabelle was no where to be seen -- headed for the library.

He found Jessica in a big, plush chair, her legs curled up in almost a fetal position below a thick, alpaca fiber blanket that Isabella had had shipped all the way from her home as the Taylor couple's wedding gift. Carson crept up slowly, kneeling down before her. She looked so peaceful and innocent; he was almost sorry that his plans for them that evening were anything but peaceful and innocent.

As he'd done with Isabella, he slipped a hand around behind her, to control her, and pressed his hand over her mouth. She awoke with less panic than Carson had expected, staring at him with her big dark eyes.

He smiled to her, pulled his hand away to gesture quiet, leaned in to kiss her passionately, then said, "Go upstairs ... put on a dress ... something short ... sexy ... shoes you can dance in..." His smile widened. "No panties. Meet me at the end of the driveway."

Without waiting for her response, he pressed his mouth to hers again as he stood up, and left ... leaving her to wonder what the hell he had in store for her.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The big chair was a common nap spot for Jessica, and the insomnia she had been expecting didn't show. The music lulled her to sleep as the words on the pages of the magazine in her hands blurred together. Just a few minutes, she thought as she drifted off. She didn't expect the deep sleep that fell over her. When Isabella had covered her with a blanket and dimmed the lights, she tried to wake up, but slumber was just too comfortable. Carson had drifted out of her thoughts, and she wasn't thinking about whether or not he was going to show up at midnight. She had let that idea go completely, thinking they had probably played out their interaction as far as he wanted. He had, after all, seen her, then performed for her. What more could there be that wouldn't lead to things neither of them were willing to admit out loud that they really wanted? Well, Jessica wasn't anyway. Admitting she wanted him would give him the upper hand, make things even more uncomfortable for Jessica than they already were.

Pressure on her face, covering her mouth, what the...? she thought as she woke. Something about the feel of that hand, the scent that emanated from the warm body in front of her, familiar, enticing, eased her awake in more of an expectant than panicked state. If pressed, she would not have been able to lie; she was happy to see Carson. The way things had been left this afternoon, she hadn't really been expecting to see him. That knot in her belly, the one that had begun to be normal when Carson was near, was indeed there, causing her to feel both elated and terrified. Weren't they supposed to be keeping things a little more, um, distant?

"Go upstairs ... put on a dress ... something short ... sexy ... shoes you can dance in...no panties. Meet me at the end of the driveway."

Oh, my god. He expected her to leave the house, not just meet him outside? What if Robert woke up, looked for her, found her gone? Like that was going to happen. Robert slept like the dead, for one thing. There was the fact that he had never, ever, not once in their time together, come looking for her in the middle of the night for any reason. It was unlikely, at best, tonight would be any different.

Before she could voice her apprehension, Carson kissed her, then slipped out into the dark hallway, leaving her to make the decision on her own. Was she really considering slipping out into the night with Carson, to god knows where? The only thing she knew for sure was she would regret it deeply if she didn't go. There would be no more sleep tonight, anyway, not now that she was awake and damn it, aroused.

Go upstairs, get out one of your vibrators, and forget about him! Her conscience was putting in a lot of effort, just not being acknowledged. She knew before her feet hit the floor exactly which dress she wanted to wear for him. For him? Fuck, she really did have it bad, she thought as she padded upstairs, careful to be as silent as she could. The flirty black strapless dress she had ordered a few weeks ago was hanging in her closet with the tags still attached. She hadn't had an occasion in mind when she bought it. Tonight was as good as any to debut the sexy little number.

She smoothed the skirt, ran her fingers through her messy hair. The image that met her in the mirror didn't reflect her true feelings. She was terrified. The woman staring back at her, though, well, she had a look of defiance Jessica had never seen on herself before.

She grabbed her sandals and crept down the hall, to the stairway, looked back once, then headed downstairs. She was shaking so that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to navigate the steps without falling. The stair rail was firm and cool to her touch, giving her enough confidence to make it to the bottom of the landing. The back door out of the kitchen led to the garage, and allowed her to exit without having to reset the alarm.
Here goes nothing, she whispered to herself as she heard the door close behind her.


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[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Carson barely saw here coming out of the house, wearing a black dress and hurrying through the portion of the yard that was now dark due to Carson's manipulation of the security flood lights. She wore a black strapless dress with a ruffled hemline that barely reached to mid-thigh.

She looked about the big, cobblestone driveway, not seeing the dark purple Jaguar parked at the end of the drive, its motor running but its lights off. Carson whistled -- short and low -- drawing her to him. As she swung the door open and slipped down into the seat, Carson reached over quickly and pulled up the front of her dress. He'd told her to come pantiless ... and he laughed at her reaction to his inappropriate peeping -- and to the choice she'd made -- as the car flew out of the driveway and into the night.



It took less than ten minutes for them to reach a part of downtown that, by Jessica's reaction, she'd obviously never been to. He practically skidded the convertible Jaguar up to the curb, startling some of those in the queue line of a club from which dance music pounded so hard it was making the glass in a curb side newspaper box jiggle.

A valet hurried to Jessica's door, helping her out before rushing around the other side of Robert's sports car to get the keys with an excited, "Carson my man, nice to see you again."

Carson handed over the keys, wrapped in a fifty dollar bill, saying, "Keep her safe, Jerry."

The valet looked back to -- ogled -- Jessica with a wide smile, and said plenty loud enough for her to hear, "I should be saying the same to you, friend."

The two laughed and shared some words before Carson came around to Jessica, slipped his arm around behind her back, and asked, "Ready for the experience of your life?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

What the...?
Jessica responded to Carson's overt gesture of checking her underwear situation by slapping his hand away. Yes, she had toyed with the idea of defying his order to be bare underneath her dress, but she was secretly afraid he would have kicked her to the curb if she hadn't complied.

"What were you expecting?" she asked as she smoothed the soft fabric back over her thighs. She didn't want to distract him from the task at hand; he was driving fast enough to make her feel like they were flying instead of riding along the darkened road. Her heart was racing, not just from the daredevil driving he was doing, but because, well, fuck, she had sneaked out of her own home, like a horny school girl, and now she was going god knows where with someone she had no business being with, at all.

The area of town was no place she had ever been, or even heard about. Cars lined the streets, bright lights dotted the few windows over the warehouse-looking brick buildings. When Carson pulled into the crowded lot, the valet all but pounced on him. Either he recognized the car as one that may contain a great tipper, or he was familiar with it. Apparently, it was the latter. The well-dressed attendant opened her door and extended his hand, smiling broadly, taking the opportunity to peek up her skirt as her long legs uncrossed to exit the low riding car.

Jessica was having second thoughts. What had she gotten herself into? She glanced around her unfamiliar surroundings, wondering what Carson would think of her if she backed out now. I've made a terrible mistake, this is more than I can handle, oh fuck...

But when Carson asked her if she was ready for the experience of her life, she swallowed her fear and nodded. She was sure Carson's fear of Robert finding out about this would keep things from going to far. At least, she hoped so.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Notes about the links below:

• They include erotic (not necessarily exotic) dancing and music; don't open if you are not in an appropriate location.
• The links include limits on what to watch. My advice is watch the part indicated, then either close them or return to the post and read while you listen to the music.

The Bouncer at the door saw Carson approaching and met him at the rope line, opening it and gesturing the couple through, ahead of the dozens of not-so-happy couples and singles in the queue. Carson knew that half of those in line -- possibly more -- would still be in line when he and Jessica came out an hour or two later. He didn't give it another thought, though; he'd paid his dues to become a VIP, something made a lot harder by the fact that he didn't personally have the money that bought head-of-the-line privileges at a club like this and, with the exception of the flashy car, wouldn't spend Robert's money to buy these kinds of connections either.

After a short walk through a body packed hall, they emerged into the first of many dance halls he intended to show Jessica tonight. It didn't look that special, just a few dozen couples writhing to the latest Top 40 songs while others sat at the bar or in the mezzanine above, watching the show.

"This might be a little ... overwhelming, Jess," he called over the pounding music, "but I want you to keep in mind that Nature program you were watching the other day, remember...?"

Before he realized what he was saying, he was confessing to having spied on her one morning when she was alone in the library, with the television remote in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. He'd wondered what had put her in such a mood that she was drinking at 11am, but he hadn't had the relationship with her then to approach her on such an issue. Oh how things change fast sometimes.

"...the one with the wolves hunting the caribou," he continued, hoping she wouldn't catch his error. "They look for the weakest animal and attack. In here, you don't want to be the weakest animal."

They didn't stop or even pause as or after he was explaining her situation, with Carson -- clutching Jessica's hand tightly -- blazing a trail through the idle bodies near the tables and finally the mass of shifting, turning dancers on the floor. At the far side of the club -- of this section -- Carson greeted a Security Guard whose eyes first ogled Jessica, then looked back to Carson's hand which stretched out -- with a folded dollar bill inconspicuously hidden in it -- to shake the big man's hand.

Through the door and into the passageway, a cacophony of noise signaled the mix of the Top 40 behind them and a more electronic, dance beat before them. At the end of the hall, a half dozen people showed their excitement at seeing Carson; he traded hand shakes with the men and kissed with the women, and -- again shaking money-filled hands with the Security Guard there -- pushed through the door into the next portion of the club.

Immediately before them was a much different scene ...

(Link watch only as much as you want; it's all the same thing. Just trying to set the stage, not make you ogle half naked women. Come back here to read and enjoy the music while it plays out.)

... with scantily clad women shaking and twisting atop tables, raised dance floors, and bars. Men and women alike admired the dancers, while others either danced on a nearby floor or simply visited in comfortable booths.

Again Carson barely slowed down, although here in this portion of the club, more people took the time to greet him with smiles, shakes, back pats, and kisses -- one of which was a sudden, open mouthed smack from a barely dressed, bosomy doll who Carson laughed with for a moment before slapping her soundly on a bared ass cheek before and leading Jessica away.

Again, the met a Security Guard at a door, again Carson shook hands and exchanged cash, and again they found themselves proceeding down a long, dark hallway away from the music they'd only just begun to enjoy.

They descended a set of stairs and made several turns. Carson looked back over his shoulder and explained that they were passing under the boulevard and under the adjacent city block. He contemplated whether Jessica was wondering, Why didn't we just start on this block in the first place The answer would have been, Because... That's it: just because. He wouldn't have known how to explain that their destination was in a windowless, five story building, occupying an entire city block, with no indication on the outside that it was anything more than the warehouse the signs said it was.

The mood here, as they proceeded through the basement passageway, was dark and ominous.

(Link -- watch only 60 seconds and TOTALLY ignore the actor, concentrating on the atmosphere; then, you can come back here and listen to the music while you read.)

They ascended another stairway and entered a much different club, with almost exclusively men in everything from fashionable dance clothes to cheap tee shirts and ragged jeans to leather and studs to -- in a distant corner -- nothing at all.

Again, a few of those present gestured familiarity with Carson, but immediately upon seeing the beautiful female trailing behind him, turned their attention back to their own fun.

Once again, they went through the procedure with yet another Security Guard watching a door before entering what would be their destination. Carson slowed now for the first time, sometimes standing beside Jessica as he greeted people and introduced her as best he could over the pounding music.

"I need to talk to someone," Carson said, leaning in close to Jessica. He looked his hard into her eyes and ordered, "Stay ... here."

As he stepped away, he jabbed a finger at the floor at her feet, then turned and walked to a raised dancing floor, looking up at one of the house dancers putting on a show.

(Link: Forward to 1 min and watch for about 40 seconds, then come back here and read while you enjoy the music.)

The woman made eye contact with Carson, inconspicuously waggled the fingers of one hand at him while she caressed the other suggestively over her groin, then went on dancing as if she'd never even seen him. The song went on for another minute or so, and as it wound down, the woman in white turned her back to Carson, crouched down into a fetal position, resting on her toes, and fell back into his awaiting arms.

They laughed as he turned back toward Jessica and set the woman on the ground. They hugged, chatted close to one another's ears, and then -- quite conspicuously -- the woman turned and looked directly at Jessica, ogling her much as the Security Guards and nearly every other man -- and some of the women -- had done during their trek through the various club halls.

The woman grasped Carson's hand and, for a change, he was led through the crowd to Jessica. Without hesitation, the woman -- covered in a layer of sweat but smelling of petunias and hair spray -- threw her arms around Jessica's shoulders and hugged her tightly. She pulled back a bit and kissed Carson's date sharp and playfully on the lips, saying with excitement, "We're going to have so much fun, girl!"

And without asking whether she wanted to do so, the woman clasped Jessica's hands in here and pulled her into the writing crowd and urged her to dance.

Carson simply stepped up onto a step leading to one of the raised dancing platforms and watched the two. The possibilities in this place tonight were endless. He had no idea where they might end up before the sun rose, or what they might end up doing ... or who might end up doing whom ... all he knew was that before the night was over, Jessica was going to fulfill her promise from brunch ... and masturbate right before his eyes.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Jessica tried not to look dazed by what she saw, but this was nothing like she had ever experienced before. Yes, she had been out dancing, but never in any place even close to this. The music was so loud she could feel it vibrating inside her, causing her head to buzz. Okay, she thought. I can do this, this isn't so bad. Just don't let go of Carson, she told herself.

"This might be a little ... overwhelming, Jess,"but I want you to keep in mind that Nature program you were watching the other day, remember...?"

A little? Holy christ, what kind of girl did he think she was? Certainly he knew this was some place Robert would never set foot in. And what in the hell could it have to do with some nature documentary she watched?

"In here, you don't want to be the weakest animal."

Now she was feeling scared. Who would be looking for her to be weak? Carson was the only person she knew here. And exactly what did he mean by attack?

Her palms were beginning to sweat, she could feel herself gripping his fingers harder. Her heart was thumping right along, keeping up with the loud techno beat that was making her feel disoriented.

Carson held onto her hand, pulling her along behind him as he made his way through the crowd. Jessica was afraid to make eye contact with anyone, for fear they would, well, she didn't know what they might do. She just knew her fear had to be apparent in her wide eyes. Best to keep them down, watch where she stepped, avoid being caught looking where she had no business looking.

Each threshold they crossed led to a room where the music was louder, the dancers more provocatively dressed. Every time they crossed to another level, Jessica thought they must certainly be in the most erotically charged section of the club, but then, another door would appear before them. She was faintly aware of the interest Carson stirred whenever he appeared to a new group of people. The fact he had her with him only seemed to pique the interest of those who approached to greet him. Jessica was starting to feel like an accessory, and her fear over what he expected her to do was beginning to flourish again.

The darkness that enveloped her made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Something about this hallway, it was longer than the others, leading too far from the entrance, down, or was it up? Jessica was disoriented by the loud thumping beat and darkness. Her heart pounded against her chest, and if anyone had been looking at her, they would have seen the definition of fear emblazoned across her eyes.

"I need to talk to someone, stay ... here."

Jessica panicked. She clutched his hand, silently pleading with him to please, please, oh please don't leave me here alone!

But he slipped his hand from her slightly damp palm and walked away, leaving her standing alone, vulnerable, terrified. She tried to look nonchalant, like the crowd was just another group of people she would see gathered at her pool. Robert...oh fuck, Robert. I'm sorry I thought I wanted more excitement. If I get out of here without you finding out I was here, I'll never look at Carson, or any other man, ever again, I promise, she prayed silently.

She scanned the crowd, making sure not to look anyone in the eye, engage them in any way. She longed for a drink, something to distract her, give her something to focus on while she stood there feeling exposed. The panties back in her bureau drawer at home mocked her from afar...bet you wish you'd worn a pair now, don't you, sweets?

When Carson appeared before her she almost wrapped her arms around his neck and cried out in his ear...I'm sorry, I just can't...

That's when she saw the woman, the one who moments ago had been dancing, if that's what it could be called..it looked much more like shadow fucking, looking at her. Carson stood back as she threw her arms around Jessica, filled her nostrils with her sweaty sweet smell, rubbed her hot body against her and moved. Jessica had never done anything suggestive with a woman. Not even a slow dance at the male-light mixers she had attended in school with her girl friends after Robert had gone off to college without her. She didn't know how to respond, and looked at Carson to see what he was thinking. Had he planned for her to...?

And then, the mysterious girl kissed her hard, bit her lip, and took her by the hands.

"We're going to have so much fun, girl!"

She thought back to the nature program Carson referenced earlier, coming to the realization that he had been watching her then. How else would he know? She had been sure she was alone, so sure she even dared to have a glass of wine before noon that day.

The girl in the scanty white lingerie pulled harder on her wrists, led her to the middle of the floor, and began to move to the beat. Not wanting to be the caribou in the midst of the wolves, Jessica looked to her dance partner, or what ever she was, and began to move to the beat. She felt her bottom lip with her tongue, puffy from the bite of her first girl on girl kiss. The terror was still very real, but she was feeling something else, too. Nothing she was ready to admit, but she felt it.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Her name was Becky Sue, but around here they called her Sati, which was short for insatiable. Carson watched with a sly smirk as she writhed with, against, and around poor, displaced Jessica just below the third step he'd ascended for a better view. He could still remember the first time -- and only time, for she never did any one twice -- he'd been stupid enough to be alone with the girl. She'd just about torn him apart with her wild, sexual antics ... and that was before she snuck the cuffs on him and the bed post and continued to fuck and suck him for ... oh, god it simply was hours.

It wasn't Sati's sex drive that had brought Carson to her tonight, or brought Carson to bring Jessica to Sati, as it was. Sati could be trusted to keep her mouth shut about those things she did with her mouth open. And she liked women. And, because of a past favor, she would do anything Carson asked her do ... which he had done just a couple of minutes earlier.

As he watched, Sati turned Jessica around and spooned her, reaching to her belly just barely above where her panties would have been had she been wearing any, and urged the beauty in the black dress to grind with her. She glanced up to Carson -- whose eyes had never left the pair -- and raised and eye brow questioningly. He nodded ... and she smiled with delight, suddenly becoming even more animated against Jessica's firm, round butt.

As he watched, Sati reached into the bra of her work costume, pulled out a small caplet, and put it in her mouth. As she spun Jessica again back to face her, she bit down on it, spilling its thick, sweet contents all about her tongue. She reached up and grabbed Jessica's face forcefully and planted an erotic, open mouthed kiss on her, shoving her tongue deep between Jessica's lips and shifting it around with fury.

Then she released her grip on Jessica, backed a step away, and began spinning and dipping and howling at the moon ... knowing that it wouldn't take long before the drug began to work on her ... and the woman she would have because Carson Taylor couldn't.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^​

Not a date rape drug, just a stimulant. I don't know much about Ecstasy, but if you do, you could write that it was that. Totally your choice.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

When the scantily clad dancer turned her around, Jessica thought maybe she was rejecting her, sending her back to the sidelines. Relief flooded over her, only to be tinged with, was it disappointment? The humiliation; being so completely out of her element, knowing Carson knew this and brought her here anyway, made her feel sick. Was this his way of showing her she had no business messing with the fire she thought she craved?

The music made it impossible to make her voice heard, and the strobe effect of the lights in the otherwise dark room made it impossible for her to see more than a foot or two in front of her clearly. Everything else was a flash of bright light, color, a blurred face. The girl, now dancing behind her, grinding her hips suggestively against her body while holding her tight, purred in Jessica's ear...just feel it baby, just feel it. So she wasn't being sent away, she was being seduced. The realization that Carson was out there watching her, had arranged this encounter just minutes before, hit her as the girl ran her hands over Jessica's belly, up toward her breasts, danced seductively against her.

Standing back to front like this, Jessica could almost imagine it wasn't really a woman who was touching her. She closed her eyes and leaned back slightly, let the sensation of being felt up in such a public place sink in. She still desperately wanted that drink, though, something to loosen her up, just enough to relax and enjoy the ride. Worst case scenario, she made out with another girl, in a place she would never set foot in again. Carson was the only person who knew her here, and it wasn't like he could reveal her indiscretion if he was so directly involved in allowing it to happen, right?

That's when Jessica felt herself being pulled around, now face to face with this woman who obviously had more in mind than just dancing. She almost anticipated the next kiss, found herself hoping for it, in fact, when she looked her in the eye. She got her kiss, but something was different; the taste. Sickly sweet, slightly bitter, a slightly oily liquid coated her tongue and made her want to spit. But the girl kissed her harder, driving her tongue deeper into her mouth, forcing her to swallow. That's when Jessica knew. Her eyes flew open wide, she tried to push away, but found the girl had released her grip, and almost stumbled back.

You son of a bitch! Jessica's mind was reeling now. What had Carson gotten his friend to give her? Drinking, sometimes too much, was Jessica's only dabbling in anything mind altering. The pain pills the doctor had given her when she broke her wrist skiing had gone down the toilet after the first dose made her sick. The nausea began to well up in her, and for a minute she was afraid she would vomit right then and there. The air was suddenly heavy and so hot. And the music, while still thumping along in her head, now sounded distorted, far away at times, then suddenly louder than ever. Something else was happening, too. When she looked at the girl in white, it was almost like she was moving in slow motion; leaving a trail of fading images as she moved to the music. Jessica was reminded of the surreal movement of the Chinese dragons in parades she had seen; they seemed to move independently of the handlers who carried them down the parade route.

The effects of the drug were almost immediate, having been delivered in such a way to encourage absorption through her mucus membranes, as opposed to having to travel through her gut. Jessica felt like she had been there all her life, yet only for a few seconds. She suddenly wanted to absorb the sights, sounds, smells, of the room around her. The waves of nausea were barely noticeable, replaced by the sensation of goosebumps all over her body, appearing and fading in some odd rhythm that seemed to be tied to the music. The woman in front of her, smiling broadly, was beckoning her to join in the dance, and she did. The desire to be part of what was around her, not simply experience it, but really become one with it all, took over her brain.

Oh fuck, this feels so good! she moaned as she felt the warmth, starting at her scalp, running down to her toes, making her want to touch, and oh, making her want to be touched. She reached for the hem of her dress with both hands and pulled it up her thighs, the soft, fluttery fabric brushing against her and making her tingle. The girl in white, her new best friend, oh, how Jessica longed to touch her, feel her warm sweaty skin against her fingers, taste her sweet flesh, smiled and danced closer.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

(OOC -- This link is to a VEVO (YouTube) video that is the music that will be playing when the following takes place. I couldn't find a link that didn't include an advertisement, so just open the link and come back here and enjoy the tune while reading. Oh, and when the song ends, if you react fast and replay it you won't get another advertisement. But if you wait too long, an ad appears.)


Despite seeming to be all over the floor before her dancing partner, Sati's eyes never left Jessica; she was waiting for the drug to strike the beauty Carson had brought her, to heighten her joy with life ... to heighten her lust, her lust for life and her lust for Sati.

She smiled when she saw Jessica's initial reaction -- shock, disgust, nausea -- slowly shift to -- there was no other way to put it -- wild abandon. Carson hadn't told Sati much about his friend -- "You've never had anyone this straight" -- but she would have bet real money that Jessica had never been in such as place as this, had never been high on ecstasy, had never kissed a woman -- at least with the passion they had -- and, beyond all of that, had never made love to a stranger, particularly a female stranger.

And that was of course what Sati was after. As she saw Jessica loosening up, she lifted a long nailed finger and curled it suggestively, inviting the woman to join her farther out on the floor.

Jessica, by now, was writhing and twisting to the Lady Gaga tune bouncing off the club's walls. She reached down to the hem of her already short, black dress and pulled it upwards, slowly revealing more ... and more ... and more leg until finally, Sati -- with a wide, pleased smile -- was looking at the neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the meeting of the woman's thighs.

Sati laughed, almost in hysterics as her shuffling feet took her closer to Jessica, eventually bringing them into one another. Sati reached around behind Jessica, slipping a hand under her dress to take one of the taller woman's firm ass cheeks firmly into her hand. She pulled their bodies tightly together and engaged Carson's lust interest in a groin-to-groin grind. With the other hand, she reached up to the middle of her back and with a skilled snap, released her costume's top; her firm breasts -- their nipples pierced by silver rings adorned with sparkling dangles -- fell out against the thin fabric still harnessing Jessica's own breasts.

Sati just smiled, and laughed, and joined with the booming song's lyrics, "I want you're love ... love, love, love, I want your love..."

She pulled Jessica tightly to her, putting her lips close to her ear, changing the words a bit to serve her purpose, "You know that I want you ... I want you bad ... bad ... bad..."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

That voice that constantly asked What would Robert think? was quiet, no, absent, like it had never existed. It was all about Jessica now; no one else mattered. She felt the music inside her, around her, throbbing, pulsating, arousing her physically . The thump thump thump of the bass matched her pulse, and she felt the blood coursing through her, engorging her erogenous zones.

She raised her arms, stretched them up, willing her dress down her chest in the process, not quite exposing her breasts. The fabric brushing against her felt like a thousand feathers, soft against her hot skin. Her nipples tingled beneath the gauzy cotton. The sensation aroused her so, made her aware of the other parts of her body that were responding to everything around her.

When the girl in white was against her, at last, she was struck with an almost violent wave of desire. The awe of the moment caused a spontaneous eruption inside, a mind orgasm she felt throughout her body. Everywhere she wanted to be touched, she felt pulses of electricity fingering her. She was hot and sweaty, could feel the moisture between her legs coating her thighs, the sweat causing her dress to cling to her.

The girl was pulling her closer, had her hand up the back of her dress, and Jessica was loving it. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, the texture soft against her face. Her firm nipples were pressed against Jessica's chest, and she could detect something hard. Then, she felt one layer of fabric that had been separating them disappear as Sati unclasped her bra and let it fall between them. Oh, they're pierced! Jessica marveled out loud, though the music was too loud for her to be heard. She tried to push back so she could look down and see the exotic girl's nipple jewelry, and yes, her nipples, too. Instead, she found herself pulled closer. The voice in her ear was close, hot, beckoning...singing along to the melody, but the words were her own, confirming that she was indeed, desired.

When Sati sang I want you bad ... bad ... bad...

Jessica sang it back to her. And meant it.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Sati didn't need any more signal. She grasped Jessica by the hand and turned, leading her quickly through the crowd to a nearly pitch black hall way lit only at the far end; it appeared almost as if a highway tunnel through a long mountain range, with the light ever so slowly coming nearer and the professional dancer led her soon-to-be-lover behind her.

They headed forward, the slope of the floor downward, and finally reached the end of the hall. Yet another Security Guard there opened the door without having to be asked, closing it again after the women had passed.

Again, near darkness ... but only for a moment as Sati pushed open a door, pulled Jessica inside, pressed her against the wall, and -- as she attacked her mouth hungrily with her own -- began tugging the woman's dress down her body.



Carson had, of course, been watching ever second of the pairs' dalliance on the dance floor. The drug had taken effect in Jessica, he could see; it would do her no harm, he knew, and -- for the most part anyway -- it wouldn't make her do anything that she likely hadn't fantasized doing in the past. Of course, it affected each person differently, so Carson could only hope that tomorrow, then this adventure had passed, Jessica wouldn't consider him some sort of monster and send him packing, with the threat that to not leave would invite confessions to Robert.

As he watched Sati drag Jessica into the crowd, he descended the steps, retrieved the dancers costume top, and followed slowly behind them, making sure that he was never close enough to Jessica to be seen by her. In the long hall, he waited in the dark until the Security Guard had close the door behind the women, then proceeded forth, handed off yet another obligatory toll to pass, and cautiously stepped through, looking to ensure the pair were no where in sight.

They were now in the basement level of yet another block of buildings. Above them was a flea bag, residential hotel that -- Carson had to smile at this -- Robert's foundation had purchased the previous year, planning on turning it into the center piece for the new Community Services Consortium. The older of the two brothers wondered with great humor how his sib' would react to learn that his wife -- high on ecstasy -- was likely getting naked with another woman on one of his properties.

(OOC -- The room is a little bedroom. Use your imagination and picture a whore house bedroom assigned to one specific whore, in this case Sati.)

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Jessica held tight to Sati's hand as she pulled her through the crowd. Her eyes adjusted to the encroaching darkness, and she could hear her breath, fast and short. The intense longing she felt was replaced by anticipation. All thoughts of anyone or anything else were crowded out by the giddy, intense excitement she felt about what she was about to do. What was that, exactly? she wondered. She only hoped it included finding some place to be alone. She had gotten quite a thrill from exposing herself on the dance floor, but did she want to share her first time with another woman with an entire warehouse full of strangers? No, but if that had been the situation presented to her, she wouldn't have declined. She wanted this experience that much right now.

When they crossed the last threshold, into a space darker than any they had crossed yet, she felt herself being pulled, heard a door close, then she was pressed up against the cool wall behind her. Before she could fully catch her breath, she felt Sati's mouth cover hers, making the need for oxygen secondary to anything else. First, she wanted more...more of this woman who turned her on as much as any man had ever done. Even Carson, the person who was responsible for her awakening tonight, was far from her mind.

She raised her arms to allow her dress to fall to the floor, never taking her lips off the ones crushed against her mouth. When she felt cooler air, from somewhere unknown, a fan maybe? her nipples hardened and contracted. The pretty dangling jewelry the girl wore on her nipples dug into the soft flesh of her breasts, and Jessica longed to see them, touch them with her fingers, feel the cool metal contrasted with her hot flesh. She wondered about the pain Sati must have experienced when the needle pierced her tender flesh, and felt a wave of compassion roll over her. Had someone been there to hold her hand, tell her how much they appreciated her going through that? Or had she relished the pain, gotten off on it? Either way, Jessica felt attracted to her even more.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Sati's play room was little more than a fuck room. There was a Full Sized bed, a well worn plush chairs with it's wooden arms ripped away to allow a woman to sit in a man's lap, and a narrow table with padding and a covering that looked more like an old fashioned hospital hallway gurney than something meant to eat dinner from.

On the walls were chains and leather goods, all intended to secure a sex partner; and both inside and hanging out of several open drawers of a nearby dresser were every sex toy imaginable, from vibrators to ben wa balls to dildos to bottle of god knows what.

Sati was hungrily eating at Jessica's mouth and neck and, now with that dratted dress out of the way, her breasts and nipples. She stepped back suddenly, pulling the other woman with her to the bed and throwing her down upon it. She reached back to the tail that dangling from the back of her costume and gave it a jerk; the velcro holding the skirt in place at the back tore away, and with a quick push on the tiny panties, Sati was standing over Jessica bared above the waist just as her partner was.

Without hesitated, she dropped to her knees before her new toy, pushed Jessica's legs open ... and bit into her sopping wet pussy.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The surroundings might have scared Jessica if she had been of a mind to notice them. Sure, she had heard about some kinky sexual past times, but reading on line was as close as she had come to any of it. She did have a vibrator, one that she had ordered, terrified someone else; Robert, or Isabella, even, would accept the package and open it before she could secret it away to her room. She always waited until she was sure Robert was sleeping before she slipped it out of her bottom nightstand drawer. Usually, her fingers were enough to take her over the edge, but some nights, she wanted a little something extra. Tonight, she wanted more than a little extra, and was certain she was going to get just that, no batteries required.

Sati's mouth was warm and wet, and her teeth felt good on Jessica's swollen nipples. She heard herself moaning softly, but it sounded far away. Her hands clutched at Sati's hips, pulling her closer, grinding her hips hard against the thin white skirt keeping her separated from ... from the first pussy she was going to touch that wasn't her own. Was she wet, like Jessica was? Were her inner thighs sliding together, all sweet and sticky? How did she taste? The craving was indescribable, almost overpowering. Jessica tried to work her hand between them, but Sati was pushing against her harder, and she thought she had offended her somehow when she stepped back. But she gave Jessica as light shove, more than a push, that landed her on her back on the bed behind her. She striped off the rest of her sexy costume, letting her panties fall in the floor with Jessica's expensive, brand new black dress. Then, she dove in.

Jessica could remember the date of her last experience with oral sex. It had been exactly two years before, on her and Robert's anniversary. He was never extremely enthusiastic about it, no matter what Jessica did to entice him. She had faked a climax just to make Robert feel like he had given her something special. She knew that would never lead to better pussy licking on his part, but she didn't know how to tell him what she liked.

She didn't have to say a word to Sati. The woman was eating her pussy like she was starving for it. Jessica let her thighs fall apart and told the woman with the golden tongue how incredible she was making her feel, said it loudly enough for anyone on the other side of the door to hear. Begged her to please, please, don't stop..bite me lick me, suck me, fucking eat me...oh fuck please god, please....

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

"Please, please, don't stop..." Jessica was calling -- screaming from below Sati as she was being savaged by the woman's mouth. "Bite me lick her, suck me, fucking eat me...oh fuck please god, please...."

Carson's lips widened in a toothy grin ... from the dark corner of Sati's little pleasure palace where he'd been watching his one-time lover almost mauling his wanna-be-lover. He'd been afraid that Jessica has spotted him slip in; there had been a rush of cool air through the cracked door, and he'd sworn he saw her shiver at the chill, then peek his way.

But he couldn't imagine that the quiet, proper Mrs. Robert Taylor -- whose most adventurous sexual act had been this afternoon, and that had only been watching another person masturbate -- would so cut loose with her praise for what was being done to her pussy as Jessica had just done ... with this woman she didn't know.

Jessica was writing about, grasping at the mussed bedding, grasping at Sati's pig tails, grasping at the head board's brass railing; Carson waited until her head went back to move out of the dark to kneel directly behind Sati on the cold tile.

She had been expecting him, so when he reached out and touched her lightly on the back, she only barely flinched. When he laid his hand on her again, urging her forward to inform Jessica of the plan the pair of them had discussed out on the dance floor, she slapped behind him, letting him know that she wasn't fucking done here.

Carson got the message. He moved back and sat on a little patted stool Sati used for blow jobs and simply watched ... waiting ... for Jessica to finish.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

The strange surroundings and thrill she was riding from the Ecstasy pushed Jessica's buttons like never before. Her ears were still ringing, roaring, fighting the echo that tried to drown out her own cries. The sweat that bathed her body in salty slickness tasted good when she put her own finger in her mouth to bite down, hard, not caring why, but craving the pain.

Jessica looked down, between her thighs, and seeing the feminine blond head, complete with colorful bands holding her short pigtails, felt the first wave of apprehension she had felt since the drugs had kicked in. It passed quickly though, as the chemicals in her body sent her inhibitions back to the dark place they had been stored for now. She didn't feel any nausea, just the weird, slightly disconnected feeling, like her body was taking her brain on a ride in thanks for the trip already happening. Feelings; emotional, physical, all melded together and seemed to center where this incredibly sexy woman placed her mouth. The orgasm she felt approaching was like a monstrous tidal wave. Jess could feel it starting in her belly, but the impact was a mind-body experience like no other. She was acutely aware of the hard, rhythmic sucking on her clit, Sati's tongue buried deep inside her while she worked her lips over the hypersensitive bud between her trembling thighs.

It almost felt ridiculous, to announce that she was coming, but the Jessica that would have felt that was wasn't here tonight. The Jess here, was a woman discovering herself, discovering that she not only deserved this kind of release, she needed it like she needed air, or water. She gripped the headboard and squeezed her legs together when the first wave rolled over her, not able to make a sound save for the low, guttural moan that escaped her lips from down inside her, a dark place she was just discovering, or actually, just exploring. It was always there, she just hadn't been with anyone who had dared her to find it.