The foyer was empty and after a few minutes of standing alone, Nashua decided to go upstairs and recollect her thoughts. The effects of the alcohol lessened her resistance and she didn’t know how long she’d be able to abstain from giving into the yearning crawling just beneath the surface. Meg’s hot breath and wet tongue on her skin, made her clit throb and like it or not, she was turned on.
Her body on fire, Nashua could hear the illicit groans below and leaned over the theater balcony railing for a better view. Her eyes darted from wall to wall, enjoying the spectacle of women pleasing one another without a care in the world. Desperately wanting to look away, Nashua stared into the eyes of an Amazon model who shuddered as several women devoured her body as if she were a fruit covered buffet table.
“Oh,” Nashua moaned aloud, biting down on her bottom lip. She squeezed her breast, enjoying the sinful pleasures of voyeurism, her body longing to be plucked like a stringed instrument.
“Sexy, isn’t it?”
Nashua turned and recognized the woman immediately. It was Darryl. She had never felt so embarrassed. “I thought I was alone.”
Darryl smiled. “I’m always in the shadows.”
“Where’s the bathroom?” asked Nashua, stumbling backwards.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be,” Nashua slurred. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“It’s down the hall,” Darryl answered. “Here, sit down.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Darryl said firmly, extending her hand. “Please.”
Nashua accepted Darryl’s hand and sat down on the chocolate chaise lounge. She rubbed her forehead, the feel of Darryl’s hand on the small of her back relaxing and exciting her. “I can’t believe I drank so much.”
“It happens.”
Nashua raised her head slowly, the sensation of Darryl’s fingers kneading into her back sending shockwaves to her clit. As they stared into one another’s eyes, Nashua knew she needed to put some space between them. It’s only one night, let go and have fun. Her subconscious suggested and she was powerless to stop it. |
