Sam’s voice droned on, and as Jack allowed his attention to wander further, his foreman’s voice seemed to get fainter and fainter. In his mind’s eye, a picture of The Crystal Loung e formed and he could swear he heard notes of a familiar blues song echoing in his mind. He followed the echo until…
He’s there at the same table. She’s on the stage, caressing the mike like it’s a phallus as she sings the final words of the sultry ballad. As the music comes to a halt, and in the moments before the applause starts, she looks straight at him and smiles.
His heart starts to thud in anticipation. Finally the moment has arrived.
She thanks her audience, steps from the stage and walks directly to his table.
He stands up to wait for her.
“Hi,” she says, looking up into his eyes.
“Hi yourself.” Not terribly witty or clever, but all that’s needed. The eyes and body language are saying so much more.
He holds her chair for her, then takes his own seat. He waves to the waitress who comes to take their drink order.
Already he can feel he’s hard and getting harder. What she does to him!
She glances down and sees the swell in his lap. “I see you enjoyed the performance.”
He’s not embarrassed. Rather, he’s proud of what he can offer her. “You have quite an effect on me,” he says.
“I can see that.” She grins.
“Let me show you more clearly.” Oddly, because it’s a dream he supposes, no one blinks an eye as he unzips his pants, reaches in and pulls out his rigid cock and heavy ball sack.
She gazes at his offering and licks her lips, which has a direct effect on his cock causing it the swell to even more heroic proportions. He strokes it and watches her face. He can see she’s excited, as turned on as he is. No doubt her pussy is slick with her juices.
Her gaze comes back up to his eyes, and he reads her hunger there. She stands and sidles around the table until she is pressed against his knees.
Then, with a smile that speaks of naughty intent, she straddles his lap and slides her pelvis along his thighs until her legs flank his hips and her heated core is pressed against his balls. His cock is hugged between his belly and hers, and she undulates her upper body to gently massage the hypersensitive organ.
He hisses, his breath catching in his throat.
“Careful,” he says with a moan. “I’m pretty close.” She angles her head until her lips are by his ear. “Don’t worry. I want you in me when you come.”
Just the thought of that is almost more than he can bear. He grabs her ass cheeks and squeezes. Her lips descend to his and lock on, the suction of her kiss and the intrusion of her tongue bearing promise of what comes next.He slides a hand along her hip and inserts it beneath the hem of her dress, now resting high up on her legs. He slides it between her soft thighs and aims for the heart of his desire. He is delighted to discover that she’s bare to his touch. No panties for his girl.
He finds her center and caresses the hard little nubbin of a clit eliciting the sexiest throaty moan from her. He can feel his cock pulse in response and knows that it is oozing pre-cum, preparing to drive home into his lover.
She breaks off the kiss and stands, smiling at him as she reaches for his turgid length and guides it into her.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he says, more than ready for this moment.
With a little cry, she lowers herself onto his cock, taking all of his thick inches in until her ass is once again resting on his knees.
“Oh my God, you are so wonderfully big,” she says, resting her face against his chest as she slowly begins to rock her pelvis.
He matches her rhythm with subtle thrusts of his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into her cunt. Their breathing is labored as they both begin to feel the rise to the ultimate pinnacle. And then he hears it. She’s singing to him—a worthy accompaniment to their sexual dance. It excites him even more, and his fucking becomes more frenzied.
He can feel his release coming fast—that moment when he’ll shoot his seed deep into his woman’s body, marking her as forever his. She’s bouncing now in his lap, their skin slapping together with each thrust and she sings…
she sings...
Jack jerked out of his fantasy world and for a moment was disoriented.
Sam still held the other men’s attention which, once Jack grasped where he was, made him grateful. He realized he was sitting there with a full blown erection, and had the daydream gone on longer, he would have no doubt blown his load right then and there, an embarrassment he’d rather not experience.
Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed either his mental absence or his unfortunate physical discomfort. He pulled his chair closer to the table to hide the bulge in his pants, and began deep breathing, willing his body to settle back down.
He couldn’t wait to see Nyree that night
****
Nyree was thrilled when she saw Jack sitting in the audience again. As she stepped up to the mike, she caught his eye and they shared a smile. She kept her eyes open this night, and sang to him, putting all her longing and attraction for him into her performance. This time at the end of her set, when she left the stage and walked to his table, he was waiting.
She felt the slick moisture between her legs and knew her nipples announced her arousal to anyone who cared to look. The closer she got to him, the stronger the heat coursing through her body. He was delicious to look at. His eyes traced over every ripe curve of her body and felt to Nyree like a caress.
With the merest lift of an eyebrow, she signaled her desire for him to follow her. And follow her, he did. She felt his eyes watching the sensual sway of her ass. Anticipation started to build. Would he be a tender lover, or rough? Would they talk first, or just attack each other? Would she lead the way, or he? She licked her lips, and ran her hands down her curves.
She led him into her dressing room, firmly closing the door and locking them in.
“I don’t want us to be disturbed,” she purred.
“And just what did you have in mind?” he said, his slow sexy smile telling her he knew very well what she was doing.
“You can’t tell?” she said, pressing her ample breasts against his chest and running her hands down his arms.
“Your body language is very clear, Nyree,” he said. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks, pulling her against his obvious erection. “How’s mine.”
“Impressive,” she said. She slipped her hand between their bodies to feel the hard, hot length of him. “Very impressive.”
“It’s getting hot in here,” he said throatily.
“Then let’s get more comfortable.”
She slid her hands up his shirt front to his collar and began to slowly release each button, peppering little kisses on the skin she exposed. He seemed to hardly breathe, his fingers pressing into the cushion of her rounded hips as he watched her bare his chest and stomach.
When she reached his waist, she grabbed the shirt fabric and gave impatient tugs to pull the tail from his waistband. That free, she ran her hands around his waist, feeling his muscles twitch at her touch and hearing his gasps of excitement.
“I like your smooth chest,” she said, pressing her face there, then playfully nipping at his hard little nubbin of a nipple.
He hissed through his teeth. “Fuck!”
“In good time, lover,” she said. “In good time.” She sucked on his other nipple.
Her hands went back to his shoulders and she pushed his jacket down his arms till it fell in a heap on the floor. His shirt soon followed.
“My turn,” he growled, grabbing her wrists.
He turned her around and with one long pull, unzipped her gown. His impatience was evident by the haste he used to push the garment from her shoulders until it was puddle at her feet. A quick twist of his fingers, and her bra followed.
He reached around her and cupped her heavy breasts, pulling her back against his hard chest.
Now it was she who lost control of her breathing. His fingers felt so delicious as he tweaked her already swollen and ultra sensitive nipples.
“That feels so good.” She moaned, letting her head fall back against him.“You feel fucking incredible,” he said. He hefted her tits, feeling the weight of them, pressing them together, wanting nothing more that to be sucking them.
He spun her around and lowered his head to do just that, cradling the breast as his mouth latched on to the electrically charged nipple.
She cried out, and clasped her arms around his head pulling him closer, willing him not to ever stop.
But they were both now impatient for the dance that was coming.
He released her tit with a soft pop and inserted his fingers into the waist of her panties. He slid his hands in to cup her full rounded ass, then pulled his hands free to grab the delicate lace of the garment and rip it off her.
She gasped in shock, then laughed at his forcefulness. She liked that he wanted her so badly that he lost control.
She tugged the buckle of his belt open then hastily unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Not willing to delay much longer, she pushed both pants and underwear down his legs until his impressive cock and balls were freed. Then she wrapped her arms around him, caressing his muscular ass cheeks.
Hot skin pressed against hot skin. The smell of sex filled the tiny dressing room. It was a heady aroma. Intoxicating.
“You were so exciting on stage,” he said. “I got so rigid just looking at you up there. But when you opened your mouth and sang, I thought I’d come right there in my seat.”
“I was aroused too, Baby. You have that sexy smile that made me think the wickedest things.”
“How wicked?”
“How about I show you.” She knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hands. She hefted the weight of it and admired the length and thickness.
Yes, it was a nice juicy mouth full, a point she proved quickly. Tasty too.
He tasted sweet just then. Hot and sweet. With slow deliberate strokes, she fucked him with her mouth savoring the groans of approval she heard rumble from him.
“Oh, Baby, you do that so good. Your mouth is so wet and hot.” To Nyree, this was music to her ears, the music of lust and want and hunger, a tune she knew so well. Her tongue swirled around his stiff organ eliciting grunts of approval and hot, rapid breath. Slowly she stood, running her fevered body up his until their mouths could meet in another ravaging kiss.“I played your instrument,” she purred. “Now you play mine. Play mine and hear sweet music.”
He flashed her a grin and dropped to his knees. She arched her pelvis toward his eager mouth and propped one foot on her vanity chair.
“Play me,” she commanded.
His mouth enveloped her pussy lips, and he sucked hard, sending an exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure through her. Her eyes closed, and she pushed her pussy hard against his face demanding more. He obliged.
His tongue did a little dance around her hardened clit, and she moaned the opening bars of her erotic song. With long, hot strokes, he traced a line from her ass to her clit. She began to undulate in time with the rhythm of his stroking, her moans a throaty accompaniment. She could feel the tension beginning to build within her. Once again, he sucked her tender pussy lips and rolled them around with his lips.
“Please,” she whispered, thrusting hard against his mouth, impatient.
Ever obedient, he centered his mouth over her clit and fluttered the highly charged pip with his tongue. Her groans were louder, higher, at times a whimper, at others a growl. His tongue increased its battering and her song became an anthem to sex. Her song, in fact, aroused him even more than the smell of ripe pussy and the feel of her hot skin.
He reached down and began to pull on his rock hard cock. It felt so good, and he moaned involuntarily. Their moans blended in a sensual duet.
His tongue was now a blur of sensation, and she felt the welcome and familiar tightening starting in the center of her womb. She pressed herself even closer to the source of this delight and focused on the pressures building there, and then, explosion, her body convulsing with sheer pure perfect release.
He felt her orgasm and tasted her cum pouring into his mouth. At that moment, his hand became a blur on his aching cock, and he felt his own finish coming. Its arrival was heralded by the spurts of hot jism that splashed on Nyree’s calves and feet and a triumphant howl that reverberated against her satisfied pussy.
“Thank you, Maestro,” she said breathlessly.
“Delighted, Diva,” he said, flashing her a grin.
Such beautiful music.
The End
About the Author
Paige Bennett is the pseudonym of a popular Canadian romance author. When not writing her usual fare, or dabbling in writing erotica, she can be found watching movies, playing piano, or reading other writers’
efforts. She currently resides in Southern Ontario.
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