Brutus pushed the curtain aside and I stepped into the murky darkness, remaining still until she invited me to sit down. I found a chair in the corner and held my breath as she lit a candle behind the dressing partition, showing her sexy silhouette.
"So, you liked the show?"
I had to clear my throat and coughed into my hand a few times before speaking. "Uh, yeah. It was fantastic."
"Good." She turned to the side and I nearly moaned, my cock hardening in my pants when the heavy slope and thick nipple of her breasts came into sharp relief. "I wanted to make it good for you."
"For me?"
"Well, for you and the young man you were with. You seemed to really be into the show."
"I was." I watched her slide a bra onto her body and fasten it, then follow with a blouse. "But it was because of you. I've never seen anything like what you did. You should be in Cirque de Soleil or something."
"You think so?"
"Are you kidding? I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
"Really?" She came out from behind the screen in an aerodynamic wheelchair. "Even like this?"
The sight of her smooth nubs made my cock harden more and I shifted in the chair to keep my jeans from pinching. I didn't know why but her legless state was turning me on something fierce and I stared at them, my mouth literally watering. "Yes."
She rolled over to me and I could see the beauty of her face. Her wide eyes were a deep blue, like the Caribbean sea and her mouth was a devastating shade of rose. She reached out and touched my hand and the calluses caught my skin. Without thinking, I turned her hand over and rubbed my fingertips against them, massaging them thoughtfully. She leaned in and I caught the scent of oranges in her hair.
