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Skating Lessons Ch. 1

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I finally decided to go for ice skating lessons with my daughter and picked a popular ice skating rink. They had a wonderful program for parents and kids to learn to skate together. I had ice skated before but by no means well enough to manage to hold myself upright not to mention my daughter who was only 5 at the time.

The teacher was incredibly patient and there were always plenty of staff to help when needed. One night as my daughter was getting some one on one instruction, I was making slow circles around the rink just working on trying to make a turn crossing my skates without falling.

All of a sudden, I bumped into someone and started to fall and felt an arm wrap around me and catch me. Embarrassed at the situation I felt his strong arms wrapped tightly around me and pulling me against his body.

Funny all I can remember feeling was how warm he was …probably the first time I had gotten warm all night. His eyes held mine and his hands lingered a few seconds longer than needed and I finally found my voice to thank him and apologize for my clumsiness.

He just smiled at me telling me it was no problem and he hadn’t minded at all but still he didn’t let go. He asked if I was alone and I told him I was actually with my daughter learning to skate. He asked if I wanted some help and I told him I thought I would be ok. He held my hand and smiled telling me he better keep an eye on me…at least for the next lap.

I did amazingly well and then he smiled over at me asking me if I could skate backwards. I laughed and showed him how I could skate and turn to go backwards and after about two seconds ran out of steam and couldn’t keep moving.

He stepped up to me and put his hands on my waistband as he had me hold his shoulders. He slowly guided me and instructed me in how to move my skates. I was so nervous feeling so stupid learning such a simple thing but this guy was making it pretty easy.

I remember hearing my daughters lesson end and I looked up at the stranger and smiled thanking him telling him I should get going. He held my hand a moment longer than he should have then said goodbye. I slowly skated away feeling his dark green eyes staring into my back as I left the rink.

The next lesson I saw him right at the beginning of my lesson and he skated over to my instructor and said something. The instructor just smiled and motioned me to come over. I skated over to him and he told me that the stranger wanted to help me and was offering a private lesson.

My instructor assured me he would keep an eye on my daughter and so I shyly looked over at the stranger and skated toward him.

We skated for the hour and most of it I noticed he touched me in some way. In fact, we never really weren’t touching. He told me his name and I introduced myself. He asked me why I was there alone and not with my husband.

He asked if I was happily married. What could I say…So I told him the truth. He only smiled but didn’t say anything more. When it was time to go he asked me if I was interested in another private lesson. I really was feeling intrigued but also I had learned a lot in the two times I had met him so I said sure.

He asked if he could call me to set up a time since he was going to be out of town for the weekend on business. I gave him my beeper from work since it had voice mail and he promised to give me a call.

The following week he finally called and he asked how late I could be out without my hubby being upset. I thought that was kind of odd but I told him I was flexible. He smiled and told me he wanted to meet me at the rink at 11:30 p.m. after the last kids hockey game that was scheduled. I agreed thinking I hope I didn’t fall asleep at the rink. I remember telling my hubby I was going out with my girlfriends to a club and would be home late that night. I had dressed in my usual warm clothes for skating…. I never could get warm enough in the rink with the temperatures so cold. I had on a pair of jeans, a turtle neck and a pullover fleece sweatshirt.

When I got to the ice rink, the last period was almost over. Carrying my white ice skates in my hand, I looked and didn’t see my stranger so I grabbed a hot chocolate and went to sit and watch the rest of the game. There was Sahabet only 3 minutes left in the third period when I felt the warmth of someone sitting close to me.

I looked over and saw my stranger sitting next to me. He flashed me a smile as his dark green eyes looked into mine and I noticed that other people were staring up at us. I felt kind of odd and wondered why everyone was staring. The kids in the game were all grinning back up at us and I looked over and noticed my stranger smiling at them and waving back to the kids.

I asked if he taught any of them and he said no but that they had seen him skating. He was so handsome in his jeans and oversized sweatshirt. He looked completely unaffected by the cold and when I shivered he moved closer sliding an arm around me. I smiled at him and he asked if I was warmer and I nodded yes.

He asked if I watched the St. Louis Blues play hockey much and I said no not really. I go to a few games a year with friends but not very often. He asked if I like it and I told him yes although there were still some things I didn’t quite understand. He asked where I usually sit at a game and I told him I have some seats behind the players and other times up in a box.

He asked what I like most and I laughed and said….the zambone lol and he chuckled and then I said no actually I was fascinated with the penalty box. I kind of wondered what guys think about in there. They always look so intense. He just smiled but didn’t really answer.

The kids finished the third period and I finally got ready to go skate. He led me down to the edge of the ice and we put on our skates. He stopped me and finished lacing my skates making them tighter than I usually could lace them. He slowly caressed my calf after he finished lacing asking if they felt too tight. I smiled nodding that they were fine.

I noticed after about 15 min or so that pretty much everyone had left the rink and that we were the only ones around. He had me practice a few simple drills to work on technique.

Suddenly I noticed a guy at the side of the rink and my stranger skated over to him as I continued doing slow laps. The guy turned to leave handing my stranger something before he walked away. I smiled as my guy reached over to the side of the rink and pulled out a boom box. I laughed as he turned it on and suddenly some music was playing loud enough for us to hear as we skated.

He quickly skated up behind me wrapping his arms around me and grinning asked if I felt like a dance. I laughed as a slow song started to play and he turned around so he was skating backwards and he pulled me up against him pulling me along. I felt his hands sliding up and down my back as he stared into my eyes.

I knew before it happened that his lips were going to touch mine. I felt him slowly press his lips to mine and his tongue slowly teasing along my lips. I started to pull away shocked at what I was letting him do. I felt his grip tighten and he slowed down until we were standing still and he pulled me up against him kissing me deeply.

He took my hands in his and guided them up around his neck as he began softly kissing my eyelids, my nose then slowly along my neck. I slid my fingers across his broad shoulders and began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He smelled so masculine with the scent of freshly showered hair.

I felt him slowly lower my feet back down toward the ice and he held me to steady me as we both caught our breath. He looked at me and smiled telling me he had been wanting to do that since the first time he had met me. I wasn’t sure what to say but he knew from our earlier conversation my situation with my husband.

He smiled a flirtatious grin at me and winked as he started to skate around the rink. He stood next to me holding my hand and we talked a little.

I remember we were talking about hockey again and he was explaining the game a little. He asked if I wanted to play a little game for fun. I asked what and he said…”How about you get a head start and then I race you but I have to skate backwards.” I laughed saying, “Yeah what do I win if I beat you?”

He smiled and said, “What do you want?”

I laughed at his answer and said, “I would have to give it some Sahabet Giriş thought.”

He told me if he won….he wanted me in the penalty box with him for a yet to be determined amount of time.

I looked at him waiting to see if he was teasing…..but he didn’t start laughing he just looked at me like he was hungry and i was something he planned on eating.

I gave a nervous laugh and told him not fair I couldn’t skate well enough to beat him. He assured me he would give me a head start. I laughed and started to skate away from him then increased my speed and at half a length down the ice I figured why not so I yelled back ” Go”.

I skated as fast as I could laughing as I made it around the first two turns and headed back to the other side for the finish and I thought i might actually win and then just as I got to the third corner I heard this whooshing sound……..I looked to the side in time to see him skating past me to the finish with a broad grin on his face.

OMGGGGGGGGgg I thought…Shit what am I going to do now. He skated a little further and I skated up to him totally winded and he smiled at me then turned to the side of the rink and I looked over and realized we were standing at the penalty box.

He winked over at me and said….you promised. I started to feel nervous and asked what if someone were to come in and he smiled holding up something in his hand and I realized then what the guy had given him earlier….the key to the rink.

” Baby, I’m not taking no for an answer…I won…and now I plan to claim my prize.”

Taking my hand he led me to the side and I remember my heart racing as he opened the door to the penalty box and we climbed inside. He sat down on the bench and smiled up at me. I nervously stood facing him.

He looked up at me smiling and said to me, ” Ok baby, why don’t you do a slow strip tease for me……”

I looked down at him and suddenly my inhibitions began to melt away. What the hell I thought i don’t ever have to see this guy again. I can just have this wild hot fantasy and no one will ever know. He was so damn desirable that it didn’t take much to convince me.

But what melted me was when he ran his fingers through his brown hair and with the little bit of sweat it spiked up and then he had that incredible smile with flashing white teeth framing his boyish grin.

I noticed that the music on the boom box was once again slow and I slowly lifted my white skate up toward his lap and asked him to help me unlace them. I felt his hands caress my calf and then after he pulled off the skate the sole of my foot.

I loved the strength in his hands but at the same time so gentle when he caressed my skin. I lifted the other foot and he repeated the same process ever so slow and teasing.

Smiling down at my stranger I slowly sucked my bottom lip as I had a moment of indecision. He reached out grabbing me into his arms pulling me between his thighs. He looked up into my eyes and then slowly caressed my back with his hands.

” Hey listen, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. But I think you want this too. Just relax and have fun and let’s just take things a step at a time. Why don’t you just dance to the music for me and do what feels comfortable.”

He released me and I slowly stepped back away from him. I could hear the sounds of the music playing a nice slow rhythm building and I closed my eyes and slowly let my body begin to sway to the music. I let my hips move seductively making soft figure eight motions and my hands slowly slid up my body to my hair.

I slowly took out my ponytail holder and swung my long hair out over my shoulders. Reaching my hand up I slowly ran my fingers through my silky blonde hair. I opened my eyes and saw his green eyes staring deep into mine a hungry look in his eyes.

I slowly slid my hands up under my sweatshirt and gently played with my nipples which were already hard from the cold rink. I reached for the hem of the sweatshirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head.

I noticed him smile for the first time in the past five minutes which encouraged me to continue. I reached for the hem of my turtleneck pulling it from my jeans and let my fingers slide up along Sahabet Güncel Giriş my waist and then slowly up to my breasts.

I could see his gaze lingering on my taut nipples which were showing through the turtleneck. I slid the shirt over my head and let it rest on the bench next to him. Feeling a little shy I slowly turned around facing the glass and the rink.

I closed my eyes listening to the music and I began to unhook the fastening on my white silk lace bra. I slipped the straps from my shoulders and let them slide down my arms. I looked over my shoulder and could see he was breathing a little faster and I smiled at him and threw him my bra over my shoulder.

He grinned as his hand shot up and caught the lace bra. I smiled as he slowly brought it to his nose smelling my soft perfumed scent. He had commented that he loved the way I smell when we had skated in the past. I slid my hands around my waist and as my hips kept moving in little circles to the music I unbuttoned my jeans.

I slid the zipper slowly down then summoning all my courage slipped the jeans down over my hips. I kept my hips wiggling slowly as I dropped my jeans to the floor of the penalty box. I heard him suck in his breath and I looked at him not sure if I would be able to continue or not.

I was a little self conscious at this point. Standing half naked in a penalty box at a skating rink. As I looked back over my shoulder, I caught the motion of him as he stood up and walked up behind me. His gaze held mine and he molded his large body behind mine and wrapped his arms around me.

The warmth from his body felt so good I melted back against him seeking his heat. I felt his lips on my temple and then slowly he kissed his way down my neck. I felt him whisper in my ear,” Baby…I want to make love to you.”

He paused giving me the chance to stop him. I stood still melted against him and I offered no resistance. Sensing my feelings he slid his hands around and began to caress my nipples and cup my full breasts as his lips began to nibble down along my shoulders. I reached my hands up to the glass facing the rink giving into the incredible sensation of the cold from the rink and the heat from his touch.

What an incredible rush to feel both at the same time. I felt him slowly slide down lower and his hands slid around my waist and trailed across my belly and then gently down to my soft brown curls. His fingers played gently with the curls and his lips licked down along my spine causing me to arch back against his tongue. I felt his hands slide down along my hips and down my outer thighs.

I felt him kneel down behind me. I was leaning slightly forward hands in the air against the glass. My hips slightly raised and my legs apart. I felt his hands slide around to my inner thighs. His fingers began to slide slowly up my sensitive inner thigh. I held my breath wanting to feel his touch across my tingling pussy.

I wiggled my hips gently and suddenly I felt his fingertips gently probe my soft pink pussy lips. I almost died when I felt his fingers playing with my now swollen clit rubbing it gently back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. I felt his hand make me spread my thighs a little further apart.

Then I almost died…I felt him push my back bending me slightly forward. Questioning him with my eyes I heard his lips gently making a soft sound ,”Shhhhhhh, trust me.”

Closing my eyes I relaxed and then I felt his tongue lapping slowly across my wet pussy lips. OMG I almost died. His wet tongue continued long licks across my pussy lips. His mouth making a hungry noise as he lapped up all my juices. I felt his hands holding my hips still as I tried to squirm and then his mouth found my swollen clit.

I felt him slowly suck me into his warm mouth then he began a rhythmic sucking motion until I thought I was going to scream out loud. I was moaning louder and louder as he increased the pressure. I felt him tug my clit pulling away from my body then releasing then repeating the motion.

I moved my hips within the grip of his strong hands then he threw me over the edge when he began spearing my pussy with his long tongue rolled into a little spear. I pressed my pussy down against his mouth faster and faster until I felt my body begin to shiver and my climax made my entire body shiver with pleasure. My pussy lips dripping with my juices as I came all over his face…

The story continues in Skating Lessons Ch. 2. Please vote and let me know what you think.

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Lessons Learned

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When I walked into the club for Gina’s bachelorette party, I was too frazzled from work to wonder who else might be there. I’d left the office closer to seven than six, ran home to change into my one appropriate dress, and now I was late. A broken chunk of sidewalk almost made me later, but I managed not to fall. I was sure I looked ridiculous as I stumbled towards the door, but I got in without further trouble.

Once inside I took a minute to orient myself amid the pulsing music and whirling lights. I hadn’t been to a club in at least two years. At twenty-eight, I was pretty much over that scene. It had been fun, but it got old; or I did. It was hard to say.

It was also hard to think while the music pounded through my head. As the song subsided, a movement caught my eye and I saw Annie, Gina’s sister, waving at me. Relieved, I waved back and started over.

After two steps, I stopped. She was here. I could feel it.

Annoyed, I gave myself a shake and continued over to the party. What had I expected? Lia was Gina’s oldest friend; of course she would be here.

“Iris! You made it!” Gina came over to me, all smiles and hugs. “I was afraid you’d get held up at work.”

I smiled back. “Almost. They tried but I snuck out the back.”

“Well, sit down.” Gina motioned me to a chair and signaled to a waitress.

I opted for a Long Island Iced Tea. That was stronger than anything I’d had in ages, but I felt like I needed it. When it arrived and I tasted it I was glad to find they hadn’t skimped on anything. I took a healthy gulp.

I was happy to catch up with Gina and chat with some other women at the table, friends I hadn’t seen in a while and friends of friends. I was relieved that the party was just at a dance club and that they hadn’t gone in for male strippers. I could admire the masculine physique as well as anyone else, but at the moment a plain old club was more my speed.

“Hi, Iris.”

Her voice shot through my body. That wasn’t fair. I hadn’t seen her in months and didn’t want this kind of reaction. But I never could help it.

“Hi, Lia.”

She looked better than ever as she dropped into the seat next to me. Her eyes were a bright blue, her lips cherry red. She ran her tongue over her lips and made no secret of checking me out. Already warm from my drink, my body heated up even more.

“It’s been a while,” she said. “How are you?”

“Good.” I nodded. “Been working more than anything. You?”

She shrugged, bare shoulders sliding against her long, wavy dark hair. “Same company, new position, but work’s work. I was glad when Gina invited me. I thought it would be fun to see some people again.” Lia’s eyes trailed down my face to my chest and back up. Emboldened by my drink, I did likewise. Before either of us could say anything more, Gina dragged Lia off to dance.

I watched for a few minutes, drinking my cocktail but not tasting it. I was mesmerized by Lia. Her strapless dress hugged her body and emphasized her curves. Skinny heels, the kind I could never wear, made her legs look long and sleek. She looked fantastic.

Lia smiled and laughed as she danced with Gina and some other women from the party. They did those faux sexual moves that make some women feel brave and daring while entertaining the straight guys. When Lia did it, my mouth watered.

It took another drink before I would let anyone drag me up to dance. Even with the week I’d had and my desire to shake everything off for a day or two, dancing was not my favorite method of reducing stress. Since it was Gina’s party, though, I tried to be a good sport.

Lia came over and gave me a sexy smile. “I didn’t think you’d had enough to drink for this.”

“I’m not sure I have.”

She grabbed my hand. “Come on, you’re not even trying.”

“You know I don’t like to dance.”

“You always liked dancing with me.”

That much was true, but it wasn’t because I liked dancing. It was because I liked the way Lia’s body moved, both on her own and in rhythm with mine. My body remembered those feelings and I could tell by looking at her that she did too.

I let her pull me farther onto the dance floor. She swayed her hips to the beat and put her hands on my waist, enticing me to mirror her movements. Her eyes locked on mine. I responded to the pressure of her hands and rocked back and forth. After a few minutes, I put my hands on her shoulders and stepped a little closer.

Our bodies touched as we used dancing as an excuse to get as physically close as possible. No one noticed since the place was so crowded, and likely no one cared. This club was gay-friendly, so two women or two men getting close didn’t draw much attention.

Lia kept her eyes on mine as she danced. I relaxed as the alcohol started having its effect and I slipped into the familiar feel of being with Lia. I pulled her to me and trailed a hand down her back and over her ass.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, I saw the want. She dragged her hand Bayan Eskort up from my waist and over my breast before settling on my neck. Her fingernails skimmed over my shoulder and neck, raising goose bumps on my skin. I put one hand behind her neck and leaned in to kiss her.

I was playing with fire but I didn’t care.

I felt her shiver as we kissed. Damn, we had chemistry! Her body woke every nerve in mine and I wanted to do the same to her.

The kiss ended with the song and I stepped back. Our eyes met and I knew we both wanted more. However this was Gina’s night, so any personal desires would have to wait.

Lia didn’t say anything but as we walked back to the group her hand traveled down the length of my arm. I felt sparks everywhere she touched.

We sat down as Gina began to open her presents, which included plenty of lingerie and sexy underwear. One box contained a collection of sex toys that made Gina laugh, blush and squeal all at the same time. I’d gone in on a negligée with Annie. I was all for sex toys, but Gina and I weren’t quite close enough to exchange them as gifts.

After another drink I needed a bathroom. I squinted across the room and saw a sign that was probably the one I wanted and headed over. It was the right place, although the restroom was down a set of stairs and at the end of a short, dim hallway. As I washed my hands I took a deep breath, grateful for the momentary quiet. I could still feel the bass but it was a soothing thrum compared to being out in the main room.

I stepped into the corridor and found Lia waiting.

“I missed you,” she said. Her eyes raked over me.

I knew what I looked like: a sheen of sweat on my face from the heat of the club; my blond hair damp with stray strands dangling to my shoulders; my nipples hard bumps under my thin black dress. Lia licked her lips.

“I missed you, too,” I said. It was true. I’d gotten over it, gotten past it, whatever, but I missed her.

“Wanna try again?” She pushed off the wall and stepped over to me. Her face was flushed and with a dress shorter and thinner than mine, there was no hiding her arousal.

Instead of answering I walked her back against the wall and crushed my lips to hers. She gave a small gasp of surprise but there was no resistance. Her arms came up and gripped my shoulders as I pressed my body against hers.

My hands ran up and down her sides, down over her hips and then back up. Her nipples were hard buds under my palms as I covered her breasts with my hands. Our tongues dueled and I ground my hips against her.

“Jesus, Iris, that feels good.” Lia’s voice was hoarse as she dropped her head back and bared her neck to me.

I latched on to the pulse point in her neck, biting down and then soothing the area with my tongue. Lia’s breath came in short pants punctuated by the occasional soft moan. I loved those sounds.

I wedged my leg between hers and felt the heat of her pussy against my thigh. She hissed out a breath and jerked when I moved my leg; she must have been close to coming already.

I wanted more and tugged down the top of her dress, baring her tits. Still kissing her, I didn’t look at them but took advantage of the access and pinched and twisted her nipples. She moaned again and rocked against my leg. Leaving one hand on her breast, I reached down with the other and yanked up her dress.

She wore a thong but it was no barrier. I pushed it aside and slid a finger into her, letting out a groan myself. I loved the way her slick walls clenched around my finger; after a moment, I added another and used my thumb to massage her clit.

Lia held on to me now to keep herself up. She thrust against my hand as I moved my head down and took one dark pink nipple in my mouth. The pebbled skin teased my tongue as I sucked on the tip. My free hand pinched and tweaked her other nipple and I felt her body tense.

“Iris. Iris, someone might see.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I started to pull my fingers out of her.

She reached down and grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand back up. “No. Hell, no. Not when I’m this close.”

I fused my lips to hers once more, pressing our bodies close. I felt the damp skin of her breasts against my dress and she was dripping wet between her legs. I flicked my thumb over her clit; she moaned and dug her fingernails into my shoulder. Once more and she lost it.

Lia buried her face in my neck to stifle her cries. I could feel her teeth on my skin as she bit down. Her body shook and her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers. I slipped an arm around her to help her stay upright while I continued to massage her clit and draw out her orgasm. After another moment I stopped and stepped back, keeping my arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall.

She pushed her hair back and gave a throaty laugh. “You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Thanks.”

Lia followed me into the ladies’ room as we went to straighten ourselves out. We weren’t as much of a mess as I feared, apart from Lia’s dress. We were sweaty, out of breath, and our makeup was a little worse for wear. On the other hand, we probably looked like anyone who’d just spent some time on the dance floor.

I washed my hands and ran my fingers through my hair. My purse for the evening wouldn’t accommodate a comb, so fingers were the best I had. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Lia pulled her dress back into place, covering the breasts I had so recently been feasting on.

She wet a paper towel and used it to remove the makeup smudges around her eyes. I hadn’t worn any mascara or eyeliner but my blush and lipstick were gone or uneven, so I grabbed my own towel and wiped the rest off. With the lighting in this place, no one would notice anyway.

“Iris.” Lia laid a hand on my arm.

My skin tingled as I looked up and my brown eyes met her blue ones in the mirror. I wondered what she’d say. Would she be mad, despite the fact that she’d wanted me to do that? Would she blow the whole thing off as no big deal?

Lia ran a hand down the front of my dress, pretending to smooth the fabric but in reality copping a feel. “Can we go back to your place after the party?”

I hesitated; this was not necessarily a good idea. Lia and I had chemistry to burn, but outside of the bedroom—or nightclub hallway—we didn’t always work.

“Come on, baby.” Her hand drifted down the front of my dress, below the skirt, and her fingers traced circles on my thigh.

I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them after a deep breath. Lia was still there, her hand so close to my sex, which I knew was furiously wet after what we’d done. I wanted her to touch me.

“All right,” I said.

x-x-x-x

A couple of hours later, our little group headed out the door. The club was still open, but we’d had it and a couple of people—Gina’s sister, Annie, for one—had definitely had more than enough to drink. I stood outside, glad for the chance to breathe without bumping into someone as we said our goodbyes.

Gina came over while I stood on the sidewalk and took a deep breath of cool air. “I’m so glad you came, Iris. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

I smiled. “I know, and I’m sorry. There’s a big story that’s been taking all my time. I barely have time to eat or sleep.”

“But you will be at the wedding, right?”

“Absolutely. And thank you again for not having a wedding party and making me wear some hideous dress.”

Gina laughed. “I swore after my cousin’s wedding that I’d never do that to anyone else. No one should have to wear that shade of green outside of a hospital. Besides, we’re having a small wedding and I want everyone to be comfortable.”

“I wish more brides were like you.”

“I do try.” She pulled me in for a hug and looked concerned when she stepped back. “Are you okay? I saw you dancing with Lia and then after you guys looked pretty, um, close. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” she added. “I’m not butting in, you know that.”

“I know.” I patted her shoulder. “It’s not like that. We’re just going to hang out for a bit and catch up.” And have sex hot enough to set fire to the mattress, but Gina didn’t need to hear that. “Thanks for worrying, though, Mom.”

Gina shook her head although she was smiling. “You just be careful, okay? I love Lia to death but it doesn’t mean I’m blind to how she can be.”

“She’s just herself, that’s all.”

“All right. Take care, Iris.” Gina gave me another hug. “Thanks again for coming. I better get a cab and get Annie home before she falls over.”

I returned the hug and promised to be in touch more often, then turned to look for Lia. My heart sped up and my stomach churned a bit when I didn’t see her and I scolded myself for it. I was a big girl; if Lia had changed her mind or stood me up, I’d manage just fine.

I spotted her a few feet down the sidewalk, chatting with Annie and another woman. I wanted to walk over and see if she was still coming to my place, but I didn’t want to seem anxious or needy. Since I needed a cab whether she came with me or not, I turned around to scan the street for one. Within a minute a yellow taxi headed towards the crowd and slowed down. I stepped towards the curb and raised my hand to flag it down.

“Leaving without me?” Lia stood with one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

“You were talking and I didn’t want to interrupt.” I opened the door and gestured her to go in first. “I needed the cab anyway.”

Lia got in the back seat; I got a good view of her ass as her dress rode up. She didn’t even try to hide it as she all but crawled over to the far side. When I got in, she gave me a look that confirmed it had been for my benefit.

I gave the driver my address and settled back in the seat, trying to calm down. Having Lia so close made that difficult and it got no easier when I felt her hand on my thigh. I whipped my head around but she just smiled at me as her hand traveled a little higher. I glanced at the cabbie but he was too busy yelling at his dispatcher.

I bit my lip as the driver took a right turn and Lia took advantage to nudge her hand between my legs. Not being an exhibitionist but not wanting to stop her, I held my purse in my lap and kept my skirt from rising any more. Lia grinned as she kept running her fingers over my thigh, getting closer to my pussy all the time.

I tried to smother a nervous laugh but wasn’t successful and couldn’t help but grin myself.

The cab pulled up outside my building just in time; any longer and we would have been candidates for an HBO late show. I paid and tipped the cabbie and went in the building. The elevator ride was torture, both because it was slow and because some guy from another floor got on, preventing Lia and me from doing anything.

When we arrived at my floor I almost pushed the guy aside in my haste to get out. I managed to contain myself and only gave him a glare that he didn’t even notice. Lia covered her mouth to hide a smile, knowing how annoyed I was. She reached over and took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

I hurried to my apartment with Lia right behind me. Once inside, I turned around to shoot the deadbolt and found myself up against the door. Lia ran her hands over my arms, from shoulder to fingers and back again. I closed my eyes and laid my cheek against the cool metal.

“That was hot, in the club.” Her voice was a sultry whisper in my ear. I gasped when her tongue flicked out to touch my ear lobe.

I felt her breath on the back of my neck. I was taller than she was, but Lia’s high heels put her in the perfect position to graze her teeth over my shoulder and the nape of my neck. I shuddered.

“I’m glad you came to the party tonight,” she said. “I was hoping to see you.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.” I swallowed in a dry throat as her hands crept under my dress.

“I didn’t know I was either until you did that in the hallway.” Lia sucked on the crook of my neck and my knees went weak. “Then I was extremely glad I showed up.”

Her hands came around my waist and splayed over my stomach. I didn’t know what I wanted her to do next; my whole body burned for her touch.

“I would have done this at the club, but we didn’t really have time.” Lia’s hands went up and squeezed my breasts.

I groaned and leaned my head against the door as she kneaded my tits and teased my nipples. I sighed in disappointment when she withdrew her hands, then I heard the rasp of the zipper and my dress slithered down my body to puddle at my feet. A strapless dress meant I hadn’t worn a bra, so I stood there in just my heels and underwear.

“You are gorgeous.” Lia ran her tongue up my spine, making me cry out and turn around.

I took her face in my hands and captured her lips. My tongue plunged into her mouth. Lia growled in response and grabbed at my breasts again, pulling at my nipples this time before sliding one hand beneath the black panties I had on.

I tore my lips from hers long enough to say, “Get your clothes off,” then kissed her again.

Her response was to push two fingers into my pussy, angling her hand so that she rubbed my clit every time she thrust inside. I found the zipper on her dress and forced it down, then pushed her dress off. Like me, she’d gone braless. I realized she must have made another trip to the restroom after our tryst in the hallway, because her thong was gone. She was naked but for a gold necklace and her black heels.

“Satisfied?” she asked, nipping at my bottom lip.

“Not yet, but I think I will be.”

She gave a low laugh and pushed her fingers deeper inside. I sucked in a breath and walked her back to the sofa and tumbled her onto it. We lay there for a few moments, necking like teenagers in the backseat of a car. Lia pumped her fingers in and out of me and I met every thrust. My blood simmered as I felt everything build.

“Sit up.” Lia withdrew her hand from my pussy and pushed at my shoulders.

Breathing hard, I rose off her and moved to sit while she slipped off the couch. She knelt in front of me and reached up to snag my panties. Her eyes met mine and never left as she pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help and then my feet, one at a time, as she slipped the lacy thing off. She spread my legs and got between them.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“God, yes.”

“Want me to do this?” Lia ran her tongue through my pussy, parting the lips and flicking over my clit.

“Yes, do that.”

She did it again, then set about both satisfying and torturing me in equal measure. While she licked and sucked at my clitoris, she shoved two fingers inside me and curled them slightly, looking for my G-spot. I didn’t know if I had one or not but it felt so damn good.

Lia knew how to get me close and take me back; she also knew that too much of that resulted in nothing for me. I hoped she remembered.

I tried to relax but she wouldn’t let me. Her tongue slid over and in me and I groaned as my orgasm neared and retreated. Since her hands were busy I plucked at my nipples myself, pulling and twisting them while she rubbed her tongue over my clit.

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