Bedroom Closet

The next door took us into a dark hall­way. Leather was gone and was replaced with a sim­ple dress, dark green, silk, slightly shorter than knee length with a plung­ing hal­ter neck­line. My nip­ples hard­ened under the silk as S___ brushed them gen­tly. Two more doors, one right next to the other. S___ went towards one and told me the other was mine. I caught a quick glance as he stepped inside. A plush chair, dim lights, and what seemed to be a large frame, or mir­ror on the wall.

I step through my door and am greeted with a smile from a friend. The room is lit warmly and sub­tly, fur­nished slightly. The large bed is draped in soft red, a large chair sits beside the nearly wall sized mir­ror. The music was so soft I almost didn’t hear it until she reached out and pulled me close to her, press­ing against me, start­ing our dance.

Play­fully we dance at first, spin­ning and twirling, dip­ping each other with vigor. The music slows and we press closer to each other. Our hips lock and move in uni­son. Her hands rest on my ample hips, mov­ing over the silk, slip­ping down to the curve of my ass. My head rests on her chest, smelling her sweet­ness, bare skin above her breast brush­ing my lips. The music con­tin­ues, but we have for­got­ten to dance.

Her hands begin to pull up the silk of my dress, find­ing the sim­ple thong under­neath, pulling me close as she gen­tly squeezes. I lift my head and our lips meet, tongues find­ing each other, lips enfold­ing one anoth­ers. We part slightly and my hands move to the edge of her dress. I kiss her neck as my hands slowly pull her dress up. Inch by inch I move her dress until she raises her arms and fin­ishes lift­ing it out of the way. It falls to a heap on the floor as I begin to kiss her breasts.

My hands rest on her waist as I lick the gen­tle curve under her breasts, mov­ing up the side, kiss­ing every curve before find­ing her hard nip­ple with the tip of my tongue. Her other breast receives the same atten­tion. As I begin to kiss my way up to her neck she stops me and pushes me away. We look at each other and she smiles, throw­ing me into a spin, watch­ing my dress spin up, giv­ing her a peek at the skin underneath.

She pushes me back onto the bed, climb­ing on top of me, crawl­ing up my body until she comes to my chest. My nip­ples are hard through the silk and she teases them through the fab­ric, leav­ing wet silk cling­ing to me. Her hands move all over my body enjoy­ing the feel of the dress until she pulls it up and off me in a swift move­ment. Both of us lie there, nude except our panties and we began to kiss again. Rolling back and forth, on on top then the other, we kiss and touch each other. Our hands move from breast, to face. From pussy to ass, until we have worked off our panties and let our wet pussys begin to touch. We dance this way, rub­bing together, cre­at­ing exquis­ite pres­sure on all of the right places, our legs inter­twined, our mouths always touch­ing one another.

She begins to moan as we move and I can feel her wet­ness increase. Gen­tly I roll her to her back and slide down between her legs. Her knees on each side of my head, her hands in my hair I begin to enjoy her pussy. Long licks from the very bot­tom of her wet­ness to the top. I taste her excite­ment. Flick­ing my tongue against her, kiss­ing, her pussy, press­ing my face into her, she moans. My tongue dives deeper and her hands pull my hair harder, rub­bing my face into her, cov­er­ing it with her juices as she cums, moan­ing and grinding.

When she comes back down she pulls me back up, draw­ing my mouth to hers, tast­ing her pussy on my lips before push­ing me to my back. She knows how sen­si­tive my breasts are, she enjoys teas­ing and lick­ing. Suck­ing my nip­ples, tak­ing as much of my breast into her mouth as she can. Suck­ing harder and harder she makes me moan and arch my back. She releases my breasts and gen­tly pushes her fin­ger into my drip­ping pussy, cov­er­ing it, then bring­ing it to her mouth. Her hand again moves to my pussy, mas­sag­ing in all the right ways, become cov­ered in wet­ness as she dives fur­ther in. She has me on the edge when she stops and brings her hand up to taste me again. My breath is short, one moment longer and I would have cum I tell her, she smiles and says she knows before mov­ing down and part­ing my legs with her head.

Her tongue dives deep, lap­ping up my wet­ness, then licks slow and long up and down. She knows I am cum­ming and flicks her tongue at my clit so that she can enjoy the sight and feel of my body rock­ing with orgasm. She climbs back up, kisses me deeply, and we hold each other close.

Time passes and wake, she has left the room, and I get dressed. As I am fin­ish­ing I notice the mir­ror, I notice a faint image behind it. A fig­ure in a large chair.

I leave the room and shut the door and see S___ exit the door he had entered, I had nearly for­got­ten about it. “You seemed to have a fan­tas­tic time” he said. “I’m glad I had such a great view.”

We go back through another door and are in the mir­rored room again.

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