She showed up just as I expected. She warned me days earlier that she'd be wearing something I would not be able to resist easily, and she was right. The corset cinched her already small waist even closer, accenting her bust line and making her ass even more delicious. She had thigh-high boots on, and nothing else covering her nether regions but a graceful thong of lacy material, barely enough to cover her mound. My mouth watered, seeing her. I willed my eyes to raise up to hers, and I controlled my voice pretty well.
We hugged closely, and kept holding each other as we spoke closely into each other's ears.
"Mmmmm, Tygre, you look unbelievable."
"Trey, what happened? You didn't dress up this year!" she pouted.
"Well, I saw the pictures from last year, and they left me more embarrassed than anything else. Plus, this year I really concentrated on the music -- all my efforts went towards that."
While I spoke, Tygre buried her face in my neck, nuzzling it and threatening to bite it. She kept giving me chills with her little nips.
"That's ok, I won't mind as long as I can dance."
I was still holding her against me. I couldn't help it. Her body was too delicious to let go. I wanted to reach down and hold her by her ass, that object of uttermost worship in my dreams in the dead of night, but there were too many others around.
"Trey, I don't know how much longer I can keep from doing things I shouldn't with you."
"Well, you sexy little minx, you find a dark place and come find me later."
She gasped. "Do you mean it? Really?"
I just grinned, wanting to see where she took it.
Her eyes were shining as she said, "OK, you asked for it! You better watch out." And with that, she turned away, looking back at me as she slapped her own ass and sashayed away from me.
My heart was thudding in my chest. I could feel each beat distinctly. What was it about her? We were obviously totally incompatible. She had said so herself. Yet every time I was in her presence, something about her, some force or gravity pulled me into her, made my cock hard, my mouth dry up. I needed her like rain on a drought-plagued African nation.
What had I started?
A few hours later, I looked up from the decks to see her writhing on the dance floor with Julie. The two of them became one mass of female flesh. I couldn't really tell where one ended and the other began. It turned me on immensely -- here was my ex-lover, the best sexual partner I ever had, dancing with a sexual object of desire so strong sometimes I couldn't speak. It was a combination I found very difficult to look away from. As I watched, Tygre's hands roamed down Julie's body, brushing her neck, breasts and belly before wrapping around the tops of her thighs. Julie leaned back into Tygre's body. They almost kissed. I wanted to beat off right there.
I turned back to the music. After some time passed and I thought it was safe, I put on a track to end the set and got ready to take a break. As I turned around to leave, there she was, standing, waiting.
"You ready?"
"Ready for what?" I tried to ask, innocently.
"You know what. Come with me." She turned and began walking.
I got pretty scared. What about my wife? What about my marriage? What about this rock hard cock that didn't care anything about that, what about my eyes which could not leave Tygre's full luscious asscheeks as they bounced away from me? I wanted to bury my face in them, maul them with my hands, slide my tongue up her ass, lick her pussylips, breathe in her scent, suffocate in there. What was she planning?
I followed at a discrete distance. She entered a small room I hadn't noticed before, There were some people I didn't know inside. She crossed the room, again with me following by about 4 feet. I tried to be nonchalant about where I was going, keeping an eye on her but trying to be unobserved to be following her. She opened a door, turned and looked at me, and then stepped through it, closing it behind her.
I waited about 2 minutes, watching to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to care about me or Tygre at all. Considering they were all strangers, the coast seemed to be clear. I was thinking fiercely -- should I go in? What would happen if I did?
I threw caution to the wind, decided this was my one chance to experience what had to be a fantastic sexual experience, and crossed to the door. I opened it to darkness, and walked in, closing it behind me.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw that the room was a very small chamber, about the size of a large bathroom. There was a small couch on one side, a dim neon lamp high on one wall. Tygre was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, boots rubbing together with a seductive sound. Her arms at her sides, she looked at me and licked her lips.
"Wondered if you'd have the courage."
"Well, I had to find out what you had in mind. I still have control, you know. You don't call ALL the shots," I responded.
"Oh yes I do." With that, she stood up, reached behind her and undid the clip that held her hair together. It cascaded down over her right shoulder. I shuddered to see the lust in her eyes.
"So, I hear you really like asses. Julie told me all about you. I'm afraid you have no secrets left, you horny bastard."
"Uh...well..." I stammered. What exactly had Julie said? "Yeah, I guess that's true. I mean, I love sexy women like you, so all your parts are golden with me."
"But you really like THIS, right?" She turned around and bent over straight-legged, putting her hands on the couch cushion. Her fantastic ass pushed out, the cheeks forming perfectly round melons. The thong was stretched tight over her lips, meaty cuntlips that begged for kisses.
I froze. The moment of truth. What does an honest man do? It depended on what I was honest about -- a promise made 3 years ago under radically different life circumstances, or honest about my needs as a horny red-blooded man confronted with a sexual being the likes of which he had only dreamt about?
Obviously, the honesty was clearly about the latter.
I collapsed to my knees right behind her. Taking her cheeks in my hands (they shook with excitement, to feel the soft skin trembling underneath them), I leaned in to smell her sex. Lovely. There seemed to be a faint trace of perfume, perhaps applied to her inner thighs. I kissed each one in turn, leaving little traces of saliva from my lips, licking softly. I heard her moan.
Slowly I worked my way closer and closer to her pussy. Still covered by the thong, it beckoned, getting wetter by the minute. I could smell her musk start to get stronger as her body prepared itself for penetration. I had no idea if that would happen tonight or not, but at that moment I didn't care. All I wanted was my tongue on her and my fist on me. That would be enough.
My cock fought to get out of my clothes. I didn't want to rush things, but a little stroking wouldn't hurt. I undid my zipper and fished out my dick. She laughed when she saw what I was doing.
"Don't you dare come. I have plans for that."
I was still licking her inner thighs, very close to her lips now. Slowly stroking myself, I rubbed my tongue on the fabric right over her clit. She pushed back onto my face with another moan. After a little more of this, she stood up quickly.
"Fuck this shit," she said. She hooked her thumbs in the underwear and slowly, while looking me in the eyes, slid them down over her long legs.
She dropped them next to her on the floor. "Don't think I'll need this anymore." She sat back down on the couch. "Now, get back to work with that wicked tongue of yours. Feel free to put it anywhere you want. And I do mean anywhere, you sick pervert." She laughed. Sitting back into the couch, she lifted her feet until her legs were spread apart and her feet were both on the couch in front of her, to each side. Pushing her own thighs apart near her legs joining, she looked at me.
I moved over to her. Looking right at her, I moved my face slowly closer to her. Her lips parted, her tongue peeked out to wet her upper lip. So fucking sexy. I couldn't wait to suck on them, her lips and her tender red tongue. I moved in. She moved forwards slightly. Very, very slowly, agonizingly slowly, our lips met. I closed my eyes in reflex to make myself focus on the extreme sensations of sexual arousal coursing through me.
