It was the night of the big fundraiser. The event was being held to help raise money for our non-profit organization. The organization is run by women and serves women, so the night would find me surrounded by women. I could not help but be nervous and excited.
One of the main attractions of the event was the fashion show. Women involved in our programs would strut their stuff and the MC would tell everyone the women’s accomplishments. I was in charge of making sure the women had their makeup and hair done and were dressed by the time the MC was ready to start the show. I didn’t ask for the responsibility and I had no idea what was in store for me. I am glad that the task had fallen in my lap, however, because it turned into one hell of a night.
When I entered the dressing room, I could not help but be amazed by the mirrors and lights. We had rented a theater and we were using the dressing room that actors for the theater would use. The room was warm and smelled of perfume, hair product, and sweet champagne. The women were chatting and smiling nervously. All of them had found someone to talk to to help ease their nerves and kill time before the show, except for one.
She was tall, slender, and had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. Her hair was curly and she let it fall naturally. I was drawn to her and she must have been drawn to me because she came straight over to me and started to talk. She asked me my advice on a scarf she had planned to wear in the show. I tied it around her neck and saw the goosebumps on her flesh when I casually touched her throat during the process. She smelled of incense and I almost forgot that I had a job to do.
When the show was over and the fundraiser came to an end, I saw her saying goodbye to one of the stragglers. She caught my eye and put her finger up to signal me to wait. I could not help but stand still and watch her as she embraced the woman and whispered something in her ear. Was it a joke, a secret, or words of a lover? I felt an irrational pang of jealousy.
When the other woman departed, she came over to me. She asked if I would accompany her back to the dressing room. She was afraid to go back there alone. She grabbed my hand and lead me through the maze of corridors until we made it back to the dressing room. Most of the lights had been turned off, but there was enough lighting to see that her big blue eyes had grown full of desire.
Before I realized what was going on, she kissed me. Her kiss was deep and sensual. She tasted sweet and I wondered what she would taste like between her thighs. She broke away for a moment and let out a small chuckle. She told me that she could sense my desire when I tied the scarf and that she had felt the same. She had hoped I would come with her back to the dressing room. She wanted me to see her body in the bright lights and mirrors.
She undressed slowly. Each piece of clothing that dropped to the floor left me even more aroused. She had finally made it to her bra and thong. I went to her and slowly unhooked the clasps. as I slid the bra forward and off, I lowered my head to her chest and began to nibble at her hard, peaked nipples. I tugged at one and she let out a soft moan. I reached one hand to her thong and pulled it down to her knees. Then I reached my hand to the space between her thighs and pushed my fingers softly inside.
She was soaked. I could feel the juices cover my fingers as I glided them back and forth. Her moan was irresistable and prompted me to continue stroking her. I stopped playing with her beautiful breasts and decided to focus on the lower part of her body. I lowered my head between her thighs and began to nip at her clit while I continued to move my fingers in and out. Her breath grew ragged and her moans grew louder. I continued to suck on her clit, harder and faster. My fingers pulsed and I hooked them to pleasure her G-spot.
I knew she was on the edge when I started to alternate between licking and sucking her clit. I added another finger while continuing to stroke her and she started bucking against my hand. She finally let out a terrific cry as she released her juices all over my fingers and tongue.
I stood up and kissed her. She said she loved the taste of her own juices, so I let her lick my fingers clean. Then she lead me to a counter under a big mirror and had me sit on the edge. I was wearing a dress, so she lifted it off of me and laughed at my lack of underwear. She felt between my legs and smiled approvingly at the wetness she discovered. She licked a finger teasingly before inserting it deep inside of me.
She pushed her finger in and out slowly.