Valentino winked. “Something told me you would be.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Lately, you’ve been wrapped tight enough to hurt yourself, fucking with that crew you do business with. Learn to relax and let live.”
“Ooh, believe me, I’m life’s number one fan, my man.” She steepled her fingers and sank low in her seat.
“I’m bringing my baby back next time.”
“Better ask first. You know Justina.”
The floodlights on, the butch on Valentino’s right coughed, cut them a reprimanding stare, and draped one arm around her lady’s freckled shoulders.
Valentino nodded, then looked at Jay and rolled her eyes. “Did you consider the program’s name?”
“Naw.” Jay squinted at the ticket stub and nearly laughed out loud. “A burlesque show? As long as cute women are center stage, I’m good.”
After velvet curtains swept the stage at the end of Miss Va Va Voom’s first number sans all but brilliant purple pasties covering each of her succulent nipples and a few inches of glittery something or other atop a well-shaved coochie, The Purple Panty Revue commenced with Las Vegas-style pomp and pageantry. Indeed, Jay was more than good; she was mesmerized. She hadn’t been surrounded by that many half-naked women since she and some of her dogs had made it rain on the beautiful, wiggling, locking, dropping dancers in Strokers and Magic City.
Of all the attractive women strolling the stage in one exciting burlesque act after another, in skimpy, shimmering costumes and shiny dancing shoes and huge feathery headdresses, none made her grit her teeth and sit ramrod straight like the one with the wide, walnut, wonderful ass that strolled sensually, with a downright provocative sway, similar to the one behind the curtains of the loft across her courtyard. Jay’s next breath suddenly lodged somewhere between her chest and throat.
She elbowed Valentino sharply.
“Miss Va Va is my neighbor!”
Valentino smirked. “Stop trippin’, man. You might want her to be yo’ neighbor, but she isn’t. Besides, why you think that’s her? You can’t see the sistah’s face. Damn!” She laughed teasingly, cutting a glance in the direction of the butch on noise patrol. “You hallucinating?”
“Not this time.” Undaunted, Jay planted her elbows on her knees and fixed her entire being on the thick sistah in shimmering purple panties, obviously the star, although every woman in the revue wore panties of a similar hue and style each time she graced the stage.
At intermission, Jay had seen enough. She had to move, get up, and do something. Excusing herself, she found the restrooms and stood in line a good ten minutes before entering the crowded, artful space with its colorful sitting area décor and classy, comfortable furnishings. Handling her business, she washed her hands and pulled open the door to confront a pair of lips so kissable, so succulent, and so juicy, it had to be magic. The seat of her boxers moistened. Instantly. Dampened as abruptly as, “O shit!” escaped her lips. They weren’t simply pussy lips; no, they were the prettiest perfect pussy lips she’d ever beheld.
What could she do but bow? Holding the door for the manifestation of her wet dreams, she watched the magnificent hips she knew by heart glide into the restroom. Other women gawked, though not long.
Jay emptied the room effortlessly. Her entire body communicated clearly what was on her mind.
Attraction in the star’s brown eyes assured Jay that whatever she wanted, surely, she could have. And Jay, consenting, quietly locked the door behind them. The verdict was unanimous: she and life were one.
Jay reached out for the dancer’s hand and guided her to a commodious blue sofa, where she placed them on silent mode, mere words useless now. A gentlewoman, she maneuvered the elaborate costume so as not to damage it before sitting down.
Leaning into the beautiful face, Jay discovered she couldn’t not start with those lips. They magnetized her. And she kissed them so delicately it took her breath. The stunning woman’s eyelashes fanned her cheekbones while her hands slipped into Jay’s locs, her fingertips inching deep, deeper, the heat they generated causing a jackhammer throb in Jay’s clit.
Instinctively, Jay anchored her body by gripping the walnut-colored waist, her touch sending currents of desire through them both. The burlesque star’s smoldering stare met Jay’s half-lidded gaze and saw it all: the butch’s mouth twitch, her passion, her drought, her soul.
Pretty pussy lips pouted. Murmured what could have been Jay’s name. The utterance released Jay enough to taste her. The neck. The bejeweled earlobes. Jay’s lips sucked lightly, not to leave hickies across the fragrant shoulders. Out of need, her hands followed her lips. Under such masterful kisses, the dancer’s tantalizing thighs shook, and then parted. Red Sea wide. Jay’s hands floated to them. They were toned. And sculpted. Undulating, the beauty draped one exquisite
thigh across Jay’s dark slacks, as her tongue sought Jay’s right ear and danced a fiery tango there, deadlocking Jay’s fingers. Momentarily suspended, they wagered whether to head north or south, every moment essential.
Jay’s mouth, though, was more decisive. It slowly kissed around the dancer’s purple, pasty-covered nipples. Jay pinched them to see her wince, shudder. The beauty’s lids fluttered when Jay’s palms cradled her breasts before returning to her silky, naked legs. The woman tasted so deliriously divine. Juicy. Jay had to see, to sample her cunt now, contrary to her usual custom.
She eased the dancer backward on the sofa, pillows at her back, and kissed a string of desire down her body. The burlesque beauty’s lips parted. A moan escaped the soft mouth. Her ass hunched forward, thighs agape. Again, her hands entered Jay’s locs, directing tender kisses to her inner thighs. Her satiny flesh smelled good, fruity. The dancer melted when Jay mined the fabric between her legs to devour the tangiest, the juiciest cunt she’d relished in a long, dry season. Her lover trembled. Shuddered. Clinched. And sighed.
Jay’s right thumb swirled over the dancer’s sensitive nubbin, and then skated down nectar-slick labia lips, plump and full, before two fingers plunged into pure honey. The creamy pussy swallowed more fingers, then a hand. Jay lay supine in sticky, grade-A nectar, moaning and pumping and kissing. Right then, Jay longed to awake to the gift of this woman’s presence every day of her life.
“Aaaah. Oooo, yes, baby. Kiss me. I love it, darling. I feel you everywhere.”
By way of answer, Jay’s teeth lightly nipped the now trembling thighs. Her strong fingers slowed, and then took charge of the performer’s pussy again, appearing and disappearing, fucking her into paradise. That amazing ass bucked and thrashed against the sofa. Heels draping Jay’s shoulders, sometimes daintily, at others flexing high above her head, on pussy-perfumed air.
When her screams finally erupted, Jay slowly withdrew. She rose and dampened several expensive napkins and gingerly wiped the scent of cum from the dancer’s body. The burlesque beauty lay still and spent while Jay kissed her mouth and hands. She whispered how beautiful she was before deftly readjusting her costume and memorizing her magnificent climax.
“I knew you’d come. Question was, when?”
Jay stretched her six-foot-one frame atop the dancer’s body.