After sharing another glass of champagne as they lolled nude, exhausted and sated in a sweaty pile, Connor, Mrs. Debra and Jewel began to say their goodbyes. Inevitably, Mrs. Debra was the first to get back to respectability and Connor mused without surprise on how expertly and quickly she did so.
After less than a few seconds of adjusting her short, black dress (once she had pulled it back up over her naked, luscious breasts), deftly pulling her long, lustrous, fiery red hair back into a tight ponytail and merely glancing into her silver compact before daubing her face with powder, Mrs. Debra was again a vision of sophisticated, older femininity that Connor felt lucky to even behold with his own eyes.
He stared at her perfectly made-up and stunningly pretty oval face dominated by her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes at the corners of which her skin crinkled as evidence of her coyly enticing wisdom and exquisite age.
His vision misted up with appreciation of how her milky skin, subtly freckled on her mesmerizing chest and sinewy arms, seemed to almost glow with its lived-in, ethereal authenticity.
He almost drooled taking in how her mature, shapely body, with her beautifully round and firm chest sliding down so naturally into her fine waist and ample yet toned bottom, seemed unable to be restrained by the thin black fabric of her expensive, form-fitting cocktail dress.
His mind boggled at the way her long, thin legs demonstrated their power by holding her voluptuousness aloft and so erect in her unwaveringly ladylike bearing.
It struck him that she looked so perfectly coiffed and put together, like a wealthy (albeit incredibly sexy) older woman attending a high-society charity gala, no one would have believed that only minutes before she had been commanding and coaching her much younger lover to fist, fuck and sodomize a tall, lithe black stripper in her early twenties before swallowing his full load of cum and sharing it messily with her new friend.
Connor's mouth curled into a broad, appreciative grin as he took in Mrs. Debra. Seeing his giddy expression, she smiled back and winked at him before going to retrieve her small purse from a barstool.
"I wish you could stay alone with me," purred Jewel's voice almost inaudibly in his ear. He felt her full, moist lips on his ear as and her fingers running across the thin fabric of his freshly donned black suit pants. "Or meet me later, we could have so much fun baby."
He winked into her chestnut eyes as he turned to face her. "I think we need to go now Jewel. Maybe some other time."
After possessing the gorgeous creature next to him, Connor was drained of every energy-giving liquid in his body yet acutely aware of his desire to save whatever he could replenish for the red-haired mature goddess currently moving towards them.
"Soon," Jewel said with burning directness as he felt her hand slide deftly in and out of his pocket just as Mrs. Debra came to stand just in front of them.
Jewel stood up to retrieve her robe as Debra leaned over and met his eyes with her hypnotic gaze.
"We've had a very busy night, young man," she giggled playfully and quietly. "And I believe that we've taken enough of Jewel's time."
Connor smiled back and felt his face burn under the power of her gaze.
"Then we should go Mrs. Debra, shouldn't we?" he said in a low, meaning-filled voice.
"What a lovely idea, Connor darling. You never fail to impress me." She flirted back and took his hand in hers lifting him off the couch.
They turned to see Jewel standing before them in only her short silk robe and sheer stockings wearing a sad, flirty expression on her long, beautiful face.
"Going already?" she pouted.
Connor took her in one final time; Her long legs tapering up to of the red silk of the short robe's high hem that left exposed the lower wet, glistening, kinky hairs of her thin bush. The remnants of her juicy orgasms were still shiny on the milky coffee skin on the inside of her taut inner thighs. Her lissome body, tilting in eager solicitation of their further company seemed impossibly long and lovely. Her chest was thrust out, the hard nipples on her small, round breasts poking tauntingly at the silk struggling to contain them, and her head was tossed back, framed by her small afro sprouting uncontrollably off in all directions, defiant in its primal sexuality.
Jewel's eyes were alert and cloudy with sadness when Debra kissed her soft, moist cheek and caressed her long, rigid neck with her hand.
"We must be going, darling, it's so late." Debra said sweetly. "And I don't think young Connor has anything left for us."
"Oh, I doubt that," replied Jewel mischievously with a pert giggle. "But what is left is all for you I bet."
The women shared a short laugh and Debra pecked the taller girl on the lips before pulling Connor gently behind her towards the door.
Without warning, Jewel took his free hand to stop his progress and pulled him towards her. Their faces came together with almost violent force and Connor found himself being kissed with passionate and voracious hunger by the Nubian beauty.
He kissed back after the initial shock with almost matching ardor and his free hand grasped at her neck, breast and ass cheek before they pulled apart, his lower lip caught teasingly between Jewel's bright, strong teeth.
"Goodnight Connor," she said with dripping intensity upon releasing him. Her chestnut eyes smoldered into him.
"Goodnight Jewel," he replied with stunned confusion.
Mrs. Debra's hand pulled him from the room and he watched Jewel close the door behind them after they exited. Her fingers fluttering after him, blowing a delicate kiss goodbye.
The black suited valet brought the car around to them in the featureless parking lot back outside the mysterious club as Mrs. Debra leaned into Connor gently and he took her in his arms.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself darling," she mewed softly.
"Of course I did, Mrs. Debra. I've never experienced anything like that before." Connor stammered.
"Well, I should hope not my beautiful boy," she giggled.
"Yes. It definitely has a night of amazing 'Firsts,' Mrs. Debra," he said flirtingly as the black Maserati came to a stop in front of them.
Connor felt a surge of adoration fill his face with warmth and his mind tingle at the very reality of holding this woman in his arms. As the sensation climaxed, he took Debra's soft, oval face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Making it more exciting was his keen awareness of the valet standing awkwardly in front of them, extending the keys out with his plaintive hand.
Debra kissed back with tangible surprise and Connor took a strange revelry in her lack of composure. His tongue dominated hers in their entanglement and he tasted her warm, sweet breath as she moaned into his mouth. With a flourish of erotic artistry he sucked her long tongue gently before taking her bottom lip between his own and then nibbling it gently as they pulled apart.
As they came up for air, Connor saw a blush run across Debra's always composed face and he thrilled at having put it there, even if for just an instant.
"My, my. Aren't you just insatiable darling?" Mrs. Debra purred as she looked up at him, hooding the brilliance of her eyes with fake reproach.
"I am for you Mrs. Debra," he whispered back adoringly.
The valet coughed politely, reminding them of his presence and Connor went to reach for the keys but was too slow for Debra's sudden quickness.
