Part 9 Special Meeting
It had been becoming increasingly obvious that I was in danger of burning out on a diet of unrestricted sex, even though I longed for more within hours of the last event. I even talked to Beth about it and asked if she ever experienced a lessening of desire but she told me it doesn't happen, you just avoid loading your calendar down too much. She offered some personal service and I certainly wanted it but asked for a delay while I allowed my body to recover from the training session since I knew we had another session scheduled for the following week at The Windward.
I knew I was running dangerously close to the start of my period though. I say dangerously because in the week or so before my period I become so horny I can hardly stand it at times. Of course, I could delay my period if necessary but it's not something I do often because of the possibility of problems later in the month.
As soon as I put the phone down, I wanted to smack myself silly for not jumping into bed with her. I think that subconsciously, I knew that once I got her between my sheets, neither of us would be in any shape to do any training or much of anything else for a few days or longer. The memory of her beautiful pink pussy made me wet and of course I had to do something about that, so I did!
That problem solved itself when a combination of two things happened. Heather got the flu and I started early. Instead of sharing each other's bodies, I found myself lying on a heating pad, adding Midol to my daily diet, and studying the profiles and action files on the other candidates I thought I might have a chance with.
In the end, I had a list of five that I wanted to start with. My success with Danni had given me more confidence and the training session was good in that it assured me that the ideas I had were approved by the management team and my trainers.
Everything was going well, I was almost over my period, and the familiar desires were beginning to make me want some activity when Justine called. I'd been ignoring the chapter and she wondered if I was going to drop out of the chapter or if I was just too busy for them. I felt like an idiot but also knew the reasons why, and I tried to explain them to her. My protests fell on deaf ears and I was feeling so guilty that when she asked if I could attend a special chapter meeting the following week, I opened my mouth and walked right in. Later, I picked the phone up several times to tell them I just couldn't but then I put the phone down and tried not to think of what they might be planning.
I had a board meeting just prior to the chapter meeting so I was still wearing my dressier clothes when I arrived at Trish's house. The hall lights were dimmed almost out and when I stepped into the general dining room where we usually met, there was no one there. Several fragrant candles burned around the room, tall floral bouquets lined the walls but in all their beauty, I felt an undercurrent of a feeling unknown to me, a warning if you will, that I should slowly back away from the room and get as far from the house as possible.
Before I could do so, however, Justine appeared, wearing a diaphanous creation the color of spun gold that flowed like liquid from her shoulders down to brush the thick carpet. Her breasts, glowing like honeyed droplets of heavenly dew, moved enticingly under the sheer fabric, her nipples erect and tempting. The smile on lips so full and tempting was made only more so by the pure lust that burned in the eyes that promised an evening I would never forget. The gown was open nearly to the floor, held together only by the very thinnest strands of flaxen cord in several critical places, adding to, rather than taking from, the beauty of her breasts. She never took her gaze from me or changed her _expression as she moved toward me and I was transfixed, unable to move had I even wanted to, hypnotized by her beauty, devoured by the flames of desire that burned within my body. The flicker of candlelight revealed droplets of nectar on the lips of her clean shaven slit. At any moment, I expected to burst into flames and I welcomed it. I was so entranced that I hadn't noticed that her dark brown hair was now a deep golden bronze, worn loose to sweep over her hips.
"Hello, Samantha," she whispered, in a voice so low and husky I didn't recognize it's seductive qualities as coming from her. "I've got a special evening prepared for you."
That should have been a warning but I was not even close to being in control of my thoughts and emotions at that point.
The faint scent of some exotic perfume wafted over me, surrounded, engulfed and possessed me. I was faintly aware that she was close enough to touch but I don't remember reaching out to her. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in golden splendor and my lips were being brushed with a tenderness that made me weak beyond belief and I felt her lift my feet from the floor. The heat of her body drew me against her even tighter as her tongue found mine and her kisses became even more passionate.
I wasn't aware of any motion, yet I knew at some level that I was being carried across the room in her arms. My body had now turned into a gelatinous mass, unable to move, totally without will or need for control. I was hers, totally, completely, and it didn't frighten me in the slightest.
As we moved into the room, the rest of them women, dressed in silver and gold gowns similar to Justine's moved around us, like a bevy of angels. I was lowered to the day bed, which was covered with a fur-like fabric. They proceeded to slowly and gently strip me naked and while. I knew they were doing it, I never felt a hand touch me. It was as though my clothing just fell away piece by piece.
During all this time, our eyes remained fixed on one another and our kisses continued to arouse. The only changes I really became aware of were the whimpers that seemed to come from somewhere in my body
When her finger began to explore my face and wander through my hair, I wanted to reach up and pull her to me but my arms refused to respond to anything I tried to do I felt numb.
'Justine…" I tried to whisper through her lips.
"Shush," she replied, caressing my face tenderly, "today is your day, Sam."
I felt a tongue slowly begin to caress the very tip of my nipple repeatedly, then another on the other side, but her face and hair kept me from seeing who it was and I didn't really care. I was at such a level of arousal it didn't matter. I moaned into her mouth and thrust my chest upward, discovering the reason for my inability to raise my arms. My hands were captured in some kind of glove-like restraint with a padded rod which I found helpful when someone bit my nipple and I needed something to dig my fingers into.
"Relax honey," she whispered, "you're in good hands." Boy, did I know the hidden meaning behind that statement.
The tongues continued teasing my nipples and now moist tongues began trailing their way over and through my toes, then up my feet, stopping just above my ankles, then repeating their torture.
My feet were spread wide, opening me up, and I felt a warm breath blow over my pussy. It responded quickly, wanting more. Still licking my feet, the tongues now began to slide over my calves, pausing to lick the undersides of my knees as the warm breath continued over my wet pussy.
My whimpers had long since turned to groans and moans and now tongues on my nipples were replaced by soft lips as fingers began molding my breasts, pushing my nipples firmly into the lips that now sucked them harder and harder. My pussy was leaking like crazy, wanting someone to do something…anything to make me cum.
A soft silk blindfold was slipped over my head and my feet were lifted higher while cushions were placed behind my back. Strong hands held my feet apart, putting my pussy and ass in perfect position for whatever they had in mind.
Someone straddled my body and a tongue began trailing over my stomach and navel, tauntingly close to my pussy but avoiding it completely. My body fought to gain control but it was not to be. With my knees lifted so high, my back was forced down onto the bed. The person that straddled me now began licking my thighs, getting closer and closer to my pussy as I continuously begged for release. My pussy lips were pulsing in desire and then my anus began getting the benefit of the hot breath.
I begged, I cried, I groaned, I moaned, my body going wild with the need to cum. Nothing was going to get them to give me any release though. I couldn't remember any time that my body had experienced such stress and I thought sure I was going to lose my mind soon.
The tongue now began to slide over my wet labia and onto the perineum, then into the crease of my ass, still avoiding my clit. I was close to exploding but not quite and the tongue moved so slowly it was making me mad with need.
My labia were spread wide, pushing my predominant clit even higher into the air, and someone lowered their open mouth over my pussy, then it began to close over my clit. The tip of her tongue slid out to caress the swollen bud so slowly I could feel the texture of her tongue against the texture of my clit. It didn't take long for me to lose control. It wasn't a screaming, explosion type orgasm, it just seemed to swell inside of me and want out. My hands clenched on the hand grips so tight my knuckles were white and when it hit, all I could do was to groan and surrender my body to it.
It was one of the most beautiful orgasms I've ever had, although the spasms in my stomach and thigh muscles continued on and on, it was such a wonderful feeling, I never wanted it to end.
"How are you doing?" Justine whispered into my ear.
I could only nod and mumble something unintelligible.
