I looked at Céleste in her gorgeous, high on one hip, purple corset dress with black lace hemming. It was strapless and emphasised her already ample bosom. I saw the black suspender belt straps holding her black stockings up, revealing an expanse of dark thigh. I took in the subtle gold tone of her eyeshadow and her beautiful, oxbow lips. In her heels she was an inch or two taller than me.
I knew from previous conversations we'd had that her family were originally from Tunisia but she was second generation French. I loved the contrast of her dyed blonde, almost yellow, curled locks cascading down over her dark shoulders, the ends almost tickling her nipples through the material of the corset.
As for Les Ballerines, they were both in ballet flats with bare legs. They were both shorter by a few inches than Jill and me. One of them had hair dyed a shocking pink and the other's was blue. Both of them had high ponytails, a spray of hair appearing to fountain from their heads. Their thin, pale pink tops revealed their braless state and their small breasts were clearly showing the dents of hardened nipples. They each had a fairly generously sized handbag hanging from their shoulders.
A thrill went through me at the thought of watching them make love with each other. I'd often seen them kissing passionately and had fantasised at times about seeing them, perhaps even being a willing participant.
I looked at Jill and saw her likewise looking appreciatively at our new guests. I also saw a little nervous trepidation in her eyes. She stared at me and I said, "Babe... you don't have to do this if you don't want..."
She shocked me by hushing me with a long, deep kiss. When she pulled back she said to Céleste, "You look so, so beautiful, Céleste... what did you have in mind?"
Céleste smiled and pushed the door closed, locking it once more.
She approached Jill and stroked the back of her fingers down her cheek saying, "I 'ave kissed Anna many times. Did she tell you that?"
Jill looked at me and I replied, "Yes, babe. We've kissed often. We usually dance. But nothing else, I promise you."
Jill got a mischievous look in those gorgeous, pale blue eyes and said, "Well that doesn't seem fair, does it?"
My brow creased as I said, "What doesn't seem fair, babe?"
"That you've kissed Céleste and obviously teased her, and that I've never kissed her. I feel left out and it's not fair that you haven't let her go any further with you."
With that she turned, raised a quizzical eyebrow and Céleste took the hint. I got a huge twinge as they wrapped arms around each other and started a long, slow, passionate kiss.
'My god, what's happened to my shrinking violet who wasn't comfortable with being seen holding hands in public?'
I thought to myself. I supposed it was because we were in a safe environment. She wasn't worried that she would be judged.
Meanwhile Les Ballerines placed their bags carefully on the cushioned floor. They held hands and looked at me.
The blue haired one said, "I am Jules, and my wife is Adrienne. We have seen you watching us and we have wanted to talk to you. When we saw you and your lover arrive and come up here we thought maybe now was the time." She had a very Parisian accent but her English was flawless.
Adrienne smiled and planted a kiss on her wife's lips. I couldn't help but move to their side and place a gentle kiss on Adrienne's cheek as they kissed. This caused Adrienne to turn to me and place her lips on mine. We kissed and I saw that, not two feet away from me, Céleste and Jill were still kissing, their hands around each other, massaging each other's bums. It was so erotic that I felt my clit spring to attention. I yearned to feel someone or something on her.
As if reading my thoughts, I felt Jule's hand slide under my skirt, her fingers stroking up my inner thigh and along the outside of my lips. When she discovered my pantiless state she let out a little gasp. "Oh my, Anna. You came prepared for loving."
I didn't want to leave Jill completely alone with Céleste. I had, after all, been the one to persuade and bring her to the club. I placed a soft kiss on Jules's and then Adrienne's lips and said, "I think we need to help Céleste, don't you?"
Without a further word we moved over to where Jill and Céleste were still kissing and exploring each other. Their kiss broke as I started placing kisses on Jill's shoulder. Les Ballerines went to Céleste's other side and I watched as they descended to the cushions and started one of their passionate kisses.