French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

sofa and smiled when Liz and Jack stepped inside. They’d put their clothes back on—the blonde in the skintight red dress that stopped sinfully high on tan thighs and was thin enough that her nipples jutted prominently through the fabric. Felicia wore the white mini and a small white Spandex blouse that tied in a knot between her bulging breasts. Both of them looked like sex on a stick.

“Hi there,” Felicia said, tilting her head as she gazed into Liz’s eyes. “I think we met last night.”

Liz nodded. Her breasts felt heavy, her pussy tingly, as she remembered how intimate she’d been with this woman just twenty-four hours earlier. “Yes.”

“I’m glad you two came back for more,” she said, then motioned to the other woman, who looked like a living Barbie doll. “This is Morgan.”

Morgan nodded hello, a sensual little cat’s smile on her red lips.

Rising to her feet, Felicia took Liz by the hand and urged her to sit down on the couch between the two women. Jack took the chair a few feet away. Liz’s entire body pulsed with anticipation.

Reaching toward a small sound system on a table at the sofa’s end, Felicia pushed a button, releasing soft, sexy music into the air. Only then did Liz realize she could no longer hear the sounds of the club outside the room, that the space must be soundproofed, which made it seem even more private.

Turning to Liz, Felicia licked her lips, painted a pale, sexy pink tonight. Her eyes brimmed with seductive fire. “Just sit back and relax, sweet thing,” she said. “Let us do all the work.”

Liz’s heart seemed to lurch as Felicia reached for the opening of Liz’s jacket. She hadn’t worn a camisole underneath, so the suit jacket was fastened from her chest to below her waist. One by one, the sexy brunette undid the buttons.

When they were all free, Morgan slipped the jacket off from behind, the move revealing Liz’s lacy lavender bra. The cups, cut to cover only from the nipple down, held her large breasts high and firm. “Pretty,” Felicia whispered, her gaze on Liz’s chest. Then Felicia gently dug her fingers in both cups and flicked them down just enough that Liz’s nipples popped free. The quick touch had felt like a delicious lick of flames and Liz’s cunt reeled. The simple act of having her breasts exposed to the three other people in the room thrilled her deep in her womb.

Pushing to her feet, Felicia began a slow, sensual dance only a few feet in front of Liz. Liz watched each move of Felicia’s delectable body, getting caught up in the liquid motions, drunk on the steamy rhythm. From the corner of her eye she saw Jack watching the scene, and feeling his eyes on her increased the tempo of the heartbeat throb in her pussy.

From behind her came Morgan’s tender touch—feathery fingers on Liz’s shoulders eased her back into Morgan’s soft arms. Liz let herself settle there, relaxing, basking in the softness of another woman. Felicia’s dance grew more provocative—she ran her hands over her breasts and round ass, and she teased Liz with the temptingly short hem of her tight little skirt. Morgan’s arms settled briefly around Liz’s waist, but soon her hands rose to gently cup the bottoms of Liz’s aching breasts, and then her thumbs began to play over Liz’s hard, pointed nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over her cunt like a tide coming in and out, in and out. The delightful sensations echoed from her breasts through her entire body.

Every ounce of her being was caught in a deep, languid pleasure and the whole time, even as she kept her gaze rooted firmly on Felicia’s dirty dance, she kept thinking, Watch me, Jack. Watch me.

Finally, Felicia teasingly undid the knot on her top and cast it free so that her big, lovely breasts were bare for both Liz’s and Jack’s hungry eyes. Felicia ran slender fingers over the two perfect orbs, then down over her smooth stomach and still swathed hips. Morgan kneaded Liz’s breasts now, full in her small, soft hands, and Liz heard her own breathy sounds, heavy and weak.

It was at this point that Felicia pulled a simple ladderback chair from a corner of the room, turned it around, and straddled it. The move made her skirt rise to her hips, revealing that she was naked underneath—no g-string. The vision of her shaved slit, opened slightly, revealing a bit of pink, was electrifying.

Next, Felicia resumed her sexy dance on the chair, pussy gyrating hotly as her breasts jiggled. Her expression said she was as turned on as Liz, just like last night.

Finally, Felicia abandoned the chair, but her stretchy skirt remained high on her hips so that she was effectively nude. She approached the couch and bent over, reaching for the side zipper on Liz’s skirt. She slid the zipper down, reaching to tug at the skirt’s hem. Liz lifted, letting Felicia pull it off, leaving her in only her lavender lingerie.

Felicia’s hands glided from Liz’s knees up over the tops of her stockings and garters, past her hips and tummy, not stopping until both she and Morgan were fondling Liz’s breasts. Liz watched their hands mingling there, Morgan firmly kneading and massaging, Felicia toying with her nipples, raking her fingertips over the hard beads, then pinching them and gently pulling at them, driving Liz wild. Liz spared a quick glance to her lover in the chair a few feet away to find his eyes glued on her, his gaze lust-filled.

Next, Felicia climbed onto the couch, straddling Liz’s hips and beginning to dance, as she had last night. Her pussy—now tantalizingly bare and smooth, large pink clit peeking from between the folds—hovered just above Liz’s scant lavender panties. Liz’s breath came even heavier; she was nearly panting…and wanting, so badly wanting the woman who lingered seductively over her nearly naked body.

And then Felicia sank her pretty cunt down onto Liz’s lace-covered one and