When she’d had enough of tormenting me, Blake traced my labia and turned her full attention to my clit. Her tongue swirled and flicked over the tiny pink nub. I clutched at her head as she devoured me. The rhythmic flutter of her tongue sent little shockwaves through my belly. The fiery prickle of a building climax invaded my core. I pumped my hips, pressing my cunt against her expert mouth, and tried not to cry out or betray us to anyone outside the room.
She didn’t make it easy. Blake penetrated me with a pair of fingers and searched for that spot that made me see stars. She slurped my clit between her lips and thrust her fingers at a faster pace. I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Blake showed no mercy as she lapped at my clit and pumped my pussy with her fingers. She pushed me closer and closer to the edge until, suddenly, I lost control.
Mouth agape and hips rocking, I came hard against her mouth. She never let up, not even a bit. She forced my orgasm to continue, flicking her tongue over my clit as I shuddered and convulsed atop the table. When I couldn’t take any more, I reached for her face and touched her cheek in a silent bid for mercy. She chuckled softly as she abandoned my clit. I dropped back to the table with a thud and draped my arm over my face as I tried to catch my breath.
Blake leisurely kissed her way up my body until we were nose to nose again. I cupped her face as I kissed her, my tongue tracing her lips and gathering my musky essence from her skin. She smiled down at me and stroked my cheek. ‘You’re really beautiful after you come. I mean, you’re glowing.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Mmm-hmm,’ she murmured and nipped at my neck.
‘And what about you?’ I cupped her backside and gave it a playful pat. ‘Do you glow after you come?’
That mischievous spark I was beginning to love glinted in her eyes. ‘Would you like to find out?’
I nodded but then added, ‘I’ve never done this before.’
She shrugged and gave me a sweet kiss. ‘We all start somewhere, right?’
‘Sure.’
‘Would you like me to show you how?’
‘Please.’
She hopped off the table just long enough to peel out of her undies and tuck the ruffles of her skirt into the waistband. We giggled as she jumped back onto the table and our foreheads knocked together. I sensed she was just as excited as I was uncertain.
‘Scoot down,’ she instructed. ‘I need somewhere to put my knees.’
I did as she asked even though I wasn’t sure what she planned to do. When she straddled my shoulders, a knee on either side of my head, I finally got it. Her smooth, waxed pussy rested mere inches from my mouth. I caressed her thighs as she manoeuvred into place, and licked my lips with anticipation.
‘Do you remember how I licked you?’
‘Hell yes,’ I replied with a laugh. My body still ached with the reminder of the way she masterfully manipulated me.
‘Just do that,’ she said softly and spread the lips of her cunt for me. ‘Put your tongue right here.’ She tapped her clit. ‘I’m more sensitive on the left side, and I like up and down licks.’ She slid her finger down toward her entrance. ‘And here too. I want you to taste me here.’
I vibrated with eagerness as she pressed her pussy to my mouth. I allowed my tongue to slip past my lips and touch her clit. The sensation was alien to me but something I decided I liked very much after that first tentative flick. I held tight to her thighs as my tongue slithered between her dewy folds. Her taste, a unique blend of salt and earthen musk, spilled over my taste buds. It was nothing like I’d imagined and yet everything I wanted.
‘Oh, yeah, baby,’ she whispered enthusiastically. ‘Lick my cunt just like that. Put your tongue inside me.’
Her breath hitched as I did what she asked. The warm, soft passage welcomed my stiff invading tongue. That delicious honey tantalised. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet pussy. Her little purrs and tiny whimpers spurred me onward. I grew bolder and more confident with my fluttering tongue and discovered the rhythm that worked for her. I couldn’t wait to feel her shatter against my tongue and attacked her clit like a mad woman.
Her fingers wound tight in my hair as she approached her climax. When she finally burst, she pulled hard, setting my scalp on fire with a burn that felt so indescribably good. Her clit pulsed against my tongue. It drove me wild. I knew right then and there that this one tryst with Blake just wasn’t going to be enough.
When her orgasm ended, she fell onto her side next to me. It was a tight squeeze on the table but we made it work. We kissed and touched and whispered softly to one another. In the back of my mind, I wondered how much time we had left together. It couldn’t be much. I didn’t want our moment to end, but reality intruded soon enough when one of Blake’s co-workers knocked on the door and asked how much longer we’d be.
‘Five minutes,’ Blake called out as she touched my face. She claimed my mouth in a possessive and demanding kiss that made my head spin.
We reluctantly parted and slipped off the table. While she slipped on her hastily discarded undies, I fixed my bra and shirt. I headed toward the screen to find the rest of my clothes and get dressed. I could hear Blake cleaning up the table and the waxing supplies she’d used on my eyebrows. When I emerged from behind the curtain, I felt a bit shy. I had no idea what would happen next.
‘Are you doing anything tonight?’ Blake rubbed the table with a disinfectant wipe before pulling down another length of the protective paper sheet.
‘Probably some takeout and reality TV,’ I replied honestly. ‘You?’
She grinned impishly. ‘I guess takeout and reality TV.’
Hope exploded in my chest. ‘Yeah?’
‘I think we’ve been dancing around this attraction of ours long enough, don’t you?’
‘Yes! So completely and totally agree.’ I quickly added, ‘I would have said something sooner, but I just didn’t know how.’
‘I figured this was the first for you. I decided to wait and see, but I guess I got a little impatient today. I threw out the Brazilian invite to gauge your reaction.’ She made an apologetic face. ‘Oh, shit. They’re going to charge you for a waxing you didn’t receive.’
I shrugged. ‘Money well spent.’
She laughed and crossed the short distance between us. Her arms slipped around my waist and hauled me tight against her chest. She threaded her fingers through my hair. Our foreheads touched a moment before our lips met in a lingering kiss.
When we separated, I smiled and gave her a squeeze. ‘I’ll text you with directions later.’
‘Great. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.’
‘And your overnight bag.’
A broad grin curved her mouth. ‘Will do.’
We broke apart and headed toward the door. Out in the salon, we walked side by side to the reception desk where Blake handed over my ticket. As I waited to pay my bill, Blake hung around the desk, pretending to check on her schedule for the rest of the afternoon. After settling my bill, including the phantom Brazilian, I turned toward the door. Leslie, one of the aestheticians, stopped me. ‘Wow, Caren! You’re glowing. Did you have a facial?’
I couldn’t squash the laugh that erupted from my throat. The look on Blake’s face was priceless. ‘No,’ I said brightly. ‘The glow must be from all the lovely hands-on service around here.’
‘Must be,’ Leslie happily agreed before moving on to greet her next client.