Black. Lesbian. Writer.

Kara and Michelle left their small sedan with the valet of the large hotel. Kara caught sight of herself in the hotel’s expansive windows. She paused to smooth her light brown bob, adjusting a hair that wasn’t out of place. Michelle smiled at the tension in Kara’s face, stood on tip toe to place a kiss on her high cheekbones.

“Baby, relax.” Michelle gave her a warm grin and a reassuring squeeze before grabbing Kara’s hand and leading her into the hotel. They stood in the lobby, in awe of their surroundings. Marble floors, chandeliers, lush greenery, a gold gilded ceiling. Low music directed them towards their destination.

The hotel restaurant was just as elegant as the lobby. The couple headed towards the bar. Kara smoothly sat on a stool, crossing her light brown ankles at the knee. The movement brought attention to the curves of her strong calves and bright red stilettos.

Michelle executed a little hop to slide onto the upholstered stool. She crossed her legs too, her white hot pants contrasting against her chocolate complexion. She swung around on her stool, facing the other guests instead of the bar. She kicked her crossed leg back and forth, watching the light reflect off the narrow, metallic heel of her strappy white sandal.

Kara motioned to the bartender; he approached them with a smile. “Two glasses of Reisling.” Kara spoke slow and softly. Michelle loved to hear Kara speak. Her voice always sounded like she was in the middle of some kind of sex play. It was raspy and low. Michelle could feel herself growing warm.

Kara put her hand on Michelle’s bare shoulder, their skin contrasted like chocolate and peanut butter. She had a glass of wine in her other hand. “You are off in your own little world…”

Kara often teased Michelle about being a daydreamer. Kara often found her staring into space fantasizing about one thing or another. It was actually because of Michelle that they were here at this hotel. She had fantasies of a little excitement.

Michelle turned to face Kara, making a motioning to the end of the bar. “What do you think?” Kara turned to see who she was referencing. Pale yellow polo against dark brown skin. A low haircut. Small silver hoops adorned each ear. Long fingers elegantly held a small glass, filled with something dark. A slow easy smile decorated a heart shaped face when Kara got caught staring. Her throat was suddenly dry. She averted her eyes and reached for her glass. She was disappointed to find the glass empty.

“Is that a man or a woman?” Kara asked. Not that it mattered. The individual at the end of the bar oozed sex appeal. Kara shifted uncomfortably on her stool. She could feel the first drops of moisture slip from her body.

Before Michelle could answer, the bartender stood in front of them. “There is a booth waiting for you with a bottle of wine…” The bartender had a goofy look on his face, as if he was getting too much enjoyment from this situation.

“Who asked for that?” Kara inquired. The bartender pointed to the end of the bar. The stranger was turned away from them. Kara and Michelle looked at each other for a few seconds. Having been together for so long, words were not a necessary part of communication anymore.

“Can you show us to our table?” The bartender came around the bar. The ladies held hands as they walked through the restaurant. They stopped at a booth in the back of the restaurant, completely secluded from curious eyes. The bartender opened the bottle of wine, filling the 2 awaiting glasses.

“Could you ask our generous sponsor to join us?” Michelle asked. They scooted close to each other. Kara’s hand rested on Michelle’s bare knee. Her hand was sweaty and hot. “Calm down, baby…Relax.” Kara reached for her glass, draining it before placing it back on the table.

Kara was pouring another glass when the yellow shirt appeared at the table. “You asked for me?” A slightly feminine voice inquired. “Is the wine okay?”

“Everything would be perfect…If you joined us.” Michelle flirted easily, batting her long eyelashes at the stranger.

The yellow shirt and the stranger wearing it, slid into the booth with ease. It was obvious this was a woman. Her face was soft and round. Almond shaped eyes rimmed with thick lashes. Her lips were pouty, as if they were always prepared to receive a kiss.

She slid into the booth easily, her movements fluid. Her body language exuded confidence. Her clothes hinted at the curves that lay beneath, neither exploiting them nor concealing. She reached across the table extending her hand to introduce herself, “Thank you for asking me to join you, I’m Dawn.”

After the introductions were completed, the trio fell into a comfortable conversation. The wine flowed. Dawn continued with glasses of her dark liquor. Michelle was starting to get giggly, a sure sign that she was feeling every drop of the wine she had sipped. Michelle pressed a kiss on Kara’s cheek before placing another kiss where her pulse against her throat.

Kara closed her eyes, relishing in the heat coming from Michelle’s lips. Her hand trailed up her thigh, firmly squeezing the soft flesh. When Kara opened her eyes, Dawn was watching them. Her gaze was steady, never wavering though she had been caught.

“Maybe I should leave the two of you alone.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. Despite her words, Dawn stayed stationary. She looked from one set of eyes to the other, searching them for sign that they wanted her to go. There wasn’t one.

Instead, Dawn saw need, desire, and curiosity.

There was one unasked question reflected in 2 sets of eyes. Without speaking, Dawn left the booth. Less than 5 minutes later, the bartender was back, placing a slim leather folder on the table.

“The receipt? No that mutha-“ Kara started speaking, but stopped mid sentence after she opened folder and found a room key. Room 3013.

They slipped out of the booth quickly walking back through the lobby that had filled them with such awe a couple of hours ago. The ride on the elevator to the 30th floor was a blur. If they had been paying attention, they would’ve seen the city’s lights behind them through the glass that surrounded the elevator.

They stepped into the room finding it to be a small suite. They reached the bedroom; a small room overtaken by a large bed. Candle light flickered around the room, casting a soft glow on the neutral colored furnishings. A bottle of wine sat in a silver ice bucket on the nightstand surrounded by wine glasses.

A movement from a single chair, sitting in the corner, caught Kara’s attention. It was Dawn.

“I hope you don’t mind. I hope that I wasn’t being presumptuous…” Her voice trailed off. Once again she looked from one set of eyes to another, searching for a sign.

This time Kara placed her finger on Dawn’s lips to quiet her. She turned to Michelle, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. She turned back to Dawn.

“Umm…We kinda imagined that you would…” Michelle found herself blushing. She looked back to Kara for help.

“You be the director. Tell us what to do.” Kara looked to Dawn eagerly. Dawn nodded. She leaned back in her chair, she closed her eyes for a few seconds before speaking.

“Michelle slowly undress Kara. Start with her shirt.” Michelle moved towards Kara. She unbuttoned one button, then another revealing an orange lace bra. She could see Kara’s thick nipples straining against the fabric. She let the tips of her fingers slide over the protrusion.

“Kiss them.” Dawn seemed to be reading Michelle’s mind. She pressed her lips against the slightly pink nipples through the fabric, feeling them grow more erect. She opened her mouth pulling the hard nipple inside. She teased the other nipple with the palm of her hand, giving it the slightest amount of pressure. Kara threw her head back and closed her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, Kara. Watch Michelle touch you.” Michelle put small amount of distance between her lips and the pink nipple. She stuck her tongue out, licking the nipple. She looked up to see Kara’s expression. Hungry and tortured.

“The skirt now.” Michelle found the side zipper and released Kara from the confines of the fabric. The skirt landed at her feet. She stepped out of them and stood in an orange thong legs spread wide. Her gaze was focused on Dawn.

Dawn gasped. Her mouth hung open at the site of Kara standing there in the small scraps of lace. The orange gave color to her light skin, causing her to look as though she was glowing. Like tall flames.

“Kara sit on the edge of the bed.” Dawn watched Kara’s hips sway as she moved to the edge of the bed. “Sit with your legs open.” Dawn gave Kara extra attention. She felt as though Kara was used to being in control. She wanted to give her a reason to let go.

“Michelle, stand in front of Kara and undress. Think about how you want her to touch you.” Michelle slid out of her brief shorts first, revealing sheer fuchsia boy shorts. She let her hands slide down her thighs, casually caressing herself. She shimmied out of her strapless top and started to squeeze her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. She pinched her aroused nipples, eliciting a moan from her own lips. She stared directly into Kara’s eyes.

Kara was struggling to maintain her position. Her hands were itching to touch Michelle. Her pussy was aching, bordering on pain. Her need was strong.

“Michelle, take everything off. Drop it to the floor.” With one quick flick, the bra hit the floor. Proud, brown breasts sprang free. Full and perky, her breasts stood at full attention. Her hands slid over them, lifting and squeezing before she let her panties drop. Her fluids clung to the fabric, leaving a trail of moisture down her thigh.

“Kara, take everything off and give them to Michelle.” Kara leaned back onto the bed, making a big show of removing her thong. She lifted her hips up in the air, while keeping her legs open, exposing her hairless pussy to two sets of brown eyes. Her wetness seemed to sparkle. She took two fingers, slid them inside and removing them quick. She brought them to her mouth, licking them, before sucking the remaining fluids off. When she had removed her bra, she tossed them to Michelle.

“Kara, since you like that position so much, stay right there, spread your legs wider.” Kara scooted to the middle of the bed, positioning one foot towards each corner of the bed. “Michelle, use the bra and panties to tie her feet to the bed. We don’t want her to move around too much.”

Once Kara was bound to the bed, Dawn was prepared with her next instruction. “Kara scoot down to the edge of the bed, bending your knees. Now Michelle, climb in the bed, face me. On your knees. Hover just above Kara’s head.”

Kara gave Dawn a dirty look. Her expression changed quickly as her thoughts shifted to tasting what looked like a chocolate cream pie suspended above her head.

“Watch each other. Touch yourself.” Dawn watched as the women’s hands moved across their own bodies. Squeezing, rubbing, and pinching. Fingers disappearing inside their cores.

“Michelle lean forward. Let your breasts rub against Kara’s. Slide down her body. Put your pussy just out of reach of her tongue.” Michelle could feel the heat of Kara’s breath against her lips. Her clit was begging for a release. She moved her fingers in circles around the swollen pebble. It wasn’t helping that Kara’s hips were thrusting against her own hand. The movement was increasing the friction of their bodies touching.
Kara could smell Michelle. The scent was going straight to her head making her dizzy and drunk. She watched as Michelle’s fingers spread her lips wide, sliding and caressing her insides. Kara smacked her lips loudly. The sound did something to Michelle, causing her to moan.

“Taste her.” The command was simple. Neither one waited to see who this was directed towards. This was the command they had both been waiting for all evening.

Michelle took her time swallowing every drop of moisture from her thigh to her clit. She filled Kara’s insides with her tongue, allowing her bottom lip to rub against her clit with each plunge. She matched her rhythm to the stroke Kara used on her.

Kara was sucking on Michelle’s clit. Fast, fast, slow. While her fingers twisted in and out, tickling her insides. The sound of Michelle’s pussy gushing every time she moved her hand pushed her towards a quick finish.

They came together. Kara’s thighs tightened against Michelle’s head. Michelle ground her pussy on Kara’s face. There limbs were tangled and their breathing was hard and fast.

It was Kara that noticed Dawn had disappeared first. “Damn, I wanted her to join us.”

Kara looked around the room. “She’ll be back.”

“How do you know?”

“She left her keys.” She pointed lazily to the chair Dawn had been sitting in.

“Hmm…”

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