As the men gave up, the women started to approach us, but we gently, or in a few cases, not so gently, sent them on their way.
It was so different slow dancing with a woman. The softness of her breasts contrasted sharply with the stiffness of her nipples, and my panties were soon damp with my arousal.
My tension was relieved when Cecilia said, “If you don’t take me home right now, I’m going to fuck you right here on the dance floor.”
I didn’t know how serious she was, but taking no chances, I settled our tab as she went to get my car.
I don’t know how I avoided an accident, as I have no recollection of driving back to her house.
The car was barely in Park when Cecilia jumped out and ran to open her front door, and I was right behind her as the door swung open.
We were inside and she was kicking the door closed as she took my face in her hands and laid a passionate kiss on my lips.
Her lips were soft and sweet, like nothing I had ever experienced. James is a great kisser, but there was no comparison to Cecilia’s hot lips.
Our mouths were open and our tongues were dueling as we each unfastened the necks of our dresses, letting the tops drop to our waists, exposing our breasts to our eager eyes.
I was hesitant, but Cecilia wasted no time in cupping my breasts in her soft, warm hands, gently flicking my hard nipples with her thumbs.
She resumed kissing me as her hands worked on my breasts, and if she was disappointed that I wasn’t reciprocating she didn’t show it.
Just as I was reaching for her breasts, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
She turned down her bed, then reached behind her back to unzip her dress, letting it fall to pool at her feet.
I was frozen, mesmerized by the sight of her clad only in tiny white lace panties, quite similar to the black ones that were still hidden by the rest of my dress.
Not waiting for me to catch up, she unzipped my dress and I stepped out of it as it reached the floor.
Cecilia stroked my arms sending chills through my body and led me to her bed where I lay down, still somehow under her spell.
She lay down beside me and we resumed our kissing, but she soon began kissing down my neck, paying special attention to the sensitive hollow at my collar bone.
I was still her passive subject as her hands returned to my breasts, just getting them ready for her sweet lips.
I momentarily recalled James doing the same thing, but somehow it was more exciting when Cecilia did it. Maybe it was due to the forbidden nature, maybe it was all in my head, but I could already feel myself building to a strong orgasm.
Cecilia moved further down my body, grabbed my panties and started tugging them down. I lifted my hips to help her, and the musky scent of my arousal reached my nose and I began tossing back and forth. I didn’t know how much longer I could take the stimulation.
She pulled my panties off and tossed them on the floor, then just attacked my pussy.
James has a very talented mouth, and never fails to get me off, but his best efforts paled in comparison to Cecilia. I can’t really describe it, the closest I can come is watching a movie on a big screen TV, then watching it in a high-quality movie theater.
It took almost no time for me to come once, twice, three times before I had to push her head away.
She moved back up the bed and gave me a soft kiss. I couldn’t believe how wet her face was, and I eagerly licked my juices from her face.
“I guess you liked that, huh?” she said.
“Mmm, mm,” was all I could say as I wrapped my arms around her and promptly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night my bladder woke me up and I gently disentangled myself and quietly made my way to the bathroom.
As I sat on the toilet, I was troubled to realize that I never reciprocated with Cecilia.
What would she say when she woke up? Would she hate me? I didn’t really think so, she was holding me pretty tightly when I woke up, but I guessed that I would find out in the morning.
I finished up and crept back into bed. The moonlight shining through the window revealed a satisfied smile on Cecilia’s face, so I figured I was pretty safe.
I once again wrapped my arms around Cecilia, and she snuggled into me in her sleep and sleep once again overtook me.
The next time I woke up I was alone in bed, and I could smell the aroma of blessed coffee brewing.
I used the bathroom again, and saw that Cecilia had left a toothbrush and a robe out for me. I took a fast shower, brushed my teeth and put on the robe, shocked that it was completely sheer. Oh, well, I thought, it’s not like she hasn’t seen it all already, and followed the aroma to the kitchen.
Cecilia was wearing a similar robe, and she had obviously removed her panties.
Her ass looked fantastic, and I knew from our dancing that it was nice and firm.
“Coffee’s over there,” she said nodding towards the corner of the kitchen, “and breakfast will be ready in just a couple of minutes.”
I grabbed a mug of coffee with cream and sugar and sat at the kitchen table at a place where I could watch her work.
Her ass had a delightful jiggle as she moved back and forth, and she soon turned around with plates of scrambled eggs and bacon.
I couldn’t help noticing that her pussy was totally bare, and I found myself licking my lips. She smiled as she saw where I was looking, then sat down hiding it from view, though her breasts with their hard nipples were still staring me in the face, as I knew mine were doing the same to her.
After eating a few mouthfuls, I put my fork down and looked Cecilia straight in the eye, and she put hers down also.
“Cecilia, I’m so sorry, I fell asleep before I could take care of you.”
“There’s no need to apologize, Sharon. I know I did a number on you,” she said with a smile. “Besides, I took care of myself after you fell asleep.”
“You mean you…”
“I have quite a toy collection.”
I could only blush, then I returned to my eating.
“Oh, fuck!” I said.
“What’s the matter?”
“I forgot to text James last night. He must be frantic. I’m surprised that he’s not blowing up my phone.”
“Relax, Sharon, after you fell asleep, I got your phone and sent him a text. I assumed that he might be expecting you home.”
“Thank you for that; I’m sure he’s already waiting to debrief me,” I said laughing.
“I think I already took care of the ‘debriefing,'” she said.
I didn’t think I could be any more embarrassed.
“Relax, Sharon, I’m just teasing you, but I’m afraid I must insist on another date next Friday, and I won’t go so easy on you!”
I shuddered at the thought.
We were soon finished with breakfast. I helped her clean up, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and got ready to leave.
Considering the previous night, our good-bye kiss was quite chaste, and I got in my car and headed for home.
James was waiting for me with an eager grin on his face.
“Well, was it all that you expected?”
I paused to consider my answer.
“Let me get a cup of coffee, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I did tell him everything that we did, though I carefully edited out how much nicer her kisses were and how much better she ate me out.