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Unforgettable by Don Shows © |
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At exactly ten-thirty the state lights went up, this time they were a nice light blue. The still too loud voice announced Kristi in the same fashion and a familiar Jimi Hendrix tune "Foxy Lady" blared out. The stage door opened and Kristi stepped onto the stage into the blue, gyrating and dancing, her whole body moving in time to the music, less choreographed than last night. She moved downstage from the chrome pole, not intending to use it. For the first several seconds of the song she danced about on stage then stepped down and began to make her way around to several tables, provocatively shaking her breasts or ass for the occupants. The music had obviously been re-mixed for this routine because it had already lasted too long for it to be the original released mix. She danced her way to Kurt's table by way of the stage. As she passed by the state she turned to the crowd and removed the outer piece of her costume revealing a very skimpy bra and panties with the string fringe flapping about. She tossed the piece onto the stage, stepped up and danced there awhile. Stepping down she make her way to Kurt's table. Dancing her way to him she danced right in front of it. Pulling out the chair she stood on it simply moving her hips and arms. Using one hand she reached behind and unfastened her bra, removed it slowly and tossed it to Kurt. He caught and folded it neatly, placing it on the table. Yes, she was dancing for him. She swung her arms causing her tits to bounce and sway then with her hands she lifted them up and pushed them together and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. The crowd was cheering her on, "Go, go, go," they shouted. Kurt was smiling, almost laughing. "This is great," he mouthed to her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him. For her next planned maneuver to tease Kurt further, she turned around. She began to move that very gorgeous ass that he held only minutes before in circles like a gyroscope. Then by total surprise, she hooked her thumbs into the side straps, bent fully over from the waist and whisked them down. Once again he had a view of her pussy so close he could touch it. She stepped out of them one foot at a time then peeking through her slightly separated thighs tossed them back to Kurt who again caught them. He added them to the neatly folded bra. Some in the now almost rowdy crowd were yelling "Smell 'em man, go ahead," and "touch it, come on, she's begging for you to stick a finger in it." Kurt ignored their yelling and continued to watch his private show. Kristi was still bent at the waist moving her ass and swaying her tits for Kurt. She reached back with a hand and placing two fingers on her pussy opened it, giving Kurt a full view of her pink interior. Next she took her index finger and ran it up the middle of her open pussy lips. She didn't appear to be all that wet but she was wet enough to get her finger well dampened. Getting down from the chair she moved over to Kurt and placed her damp finger on his smiling lips and then into his accepting mouth. "God, she tasted sweet," he thought as she drew her finger out from his sucking lips and tasting tongue. That was the finale - that drove the crowd totally wild. Many were hollering for her to come to their tables as they wanted a taste also, but her routine was winding down. Her dancing made it's way back to the stage where she finished her routine and as Foxy Lady began to fade in the overhead speakers she faded behind the stage door. Kurt leaned back in his chair as the applause from the crowd continued. Running his hands through his hair he thought to himself "That was one hell of a show, she danced for me but had the crowd practically on their feet with their tongues on the floor." He could still taste her sweet pussy on his tongue and lips. Kristi reappeared on stage with a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. The crowd was hollering for more but she waved a kiss, stepped down and began to make her rounds to the tables. She was collecting plenty of tips from that routine and spent a little extra time at each table in appreciation of their applause. Kurt watched her work the tables patiently waiting for her return to his. Taking a long drink of his gin and tonic he was sorry to have washed her flavor from his tongue. Just as he was lighting a cigarette Kristi breezed by him and said "Be right back, don't go away." Several minutes later Kristi
reappeared from behind the bar. Kurt missed her exit from the stage door probably because
of the several visitors to his table asking questions about Kristi. "Lets get out of
here. I'm really hungry," Kristi said as she took his hand. Kurt stood and the headed
to the exit and out to Kurt's car. Kurt was playing the gentleman and opened doors for
her, even carried her backpack. Once to the care he unlocked and opened the passenger
door. Before sitting down he caught her hand and looking deeply into her eyes thanked her,
both for the dressing room invitation and the very erotic dance routine. She said
"Your welcome," as she leaned in and began to kiss him full and deep, her tongue
reaching out to his and lingering. Her hand fell to his ass and pulled him close. After
several minutes broke the kiss and said "Let's go, shall we." Kurt pulled onto
the street, instinctively in the direction of his condo. "So, where would you like to
eat Kristi?", he asked, turning to look at her. "Your place if you like,"
she responded, almost shyly as her hand passed over the seats and polished wood of the
BMW's interior. Kristi had never ridden in one and was quite impressed with its
appointments. "Actually when I said I was hungry I was not really talking about
food," she said, not looking up at Kurt. He was beginning to see a side of Kristi he
did not anticipate. She did after all seem to have some modesty, or she knew when to play
down her openness. It didn't matter, Kurt wasn't hungry for food either. He up-shifted to
fifth gear and looked over at Kristi saying "I know what you mean, my appetite is
ravenous right now." She smiled and placed her hand on his resting on the gear shift
knob. "So, I gotta ask Kurt, what'd this puppy cost anyway?" "Plenty Hon,
it would scare you to know." They both laughed but Kurt was not referring to dollars
so much as he was to the elements of the divorce wars and property distribution. He got
the car, she got the house. The conversation was mostly about the car as they drove to
Kurt"s condo in a new money neighborhood Kristi has not been to before. She asked all
sorts of questions about it color (is there something wrong officer red) and the great
leather seats and dash which Kurt corrected her as they were cordoba skin and those cute
little buttons and pleats were called tuck and rolled upholstery. The wood was hand rubbed
Black Forest Walnut with teak inlays for the electric window and door lock buttons. This
was the coolest car she had ever been in. They arrived at the condo and as Kurt pulled
into the large bricked driveway pushed a button on his steering wheel and the garage door
opened. After the car was in the garage the door closed by itself. "Welcome Kristi,
though I must warn you, this place has never seen the likes of any woman much less a woman
like yourself. It was decorated by two gay guys and that's about as close as a woman's
touch as it has seen." Kurt exited the care and walked around to get Kristi's door
but she was half way out when he arrived. "Oh, sorry," she said, "I'm not
used to being treated like a lady I guess." "I'll never treat you any other
way," Kurt was surprised to hear himself say. He walked her to a door which entered
the interior and ushered her in. It was sort of a foyer off the kitchen with closets for
coats and such. He placed her backpack in one of the closets and they walked into the
kitchen area that Kristi believed was as big as her whole apartment. "This is no
condo," she said wide eyed, "it's a dream come true." "Come on, let me
show you the rest. This complex was built about a year ago. Most of the units have been
sold already." "Damn," Kristi thought, "and I didn't bring my
checkbook." He took her on a whirlwind tour of the spacious and luxurious condo.
Kristi had not seen so much dark wood and Berber-Saxony carpet at one time in one place.
She had no idea that Kurt owned a very successful rival software company. He was a very
hands on president and CEO, still in love with computer languages. As for his money, he
believed in spending what he worked hard for. The next stop on the tour was the master
bedroom where Kurt offered her a drink. "Shit, a bar in the bedroom, kiss my
ass," Kristi said. "I'd love to," Kurt replied, "but first, a
drink." "Cool, gin and tonic," Kristi replied laughing. Kurt fixed them
both a perfect gin and tonic with a slice of lime and a drop of dry vermouth, Kurt's
personal touch. He motioned for her to have a seat on a couch facing the bar and joined
her. She slid over closer to him, took his drink from his hand and put them on a nearby
table, carefully on pre-placed coasters. Taking his head in her hands she began to kiss
his face, making her way to his lips where she lingered, moving hers slightly. Kurt moved
his hands to her waist, feeling her smooth skin under the t-shirt. He began to pull the
t-shirt out of her shorts, up just high enough that he could get his hands onto the skin
of her sides and back. She was warm and smooth and she began to quietly moan with is light
pressured fingers up and down her back. Kristi backed away from their hot kissing and
reached down and pulled off her t-shirt. "There, that's better," she said,
resuming their kiss. Kurt's hands went back to her warm skin and wasted no time in finding
her tits. He lightly caressed the sides and undersides of them and using his palms, let
her hard nipples lightly trace circles in his hands. "Yes, that's much better,"
he mumbled under their now wet, deep kiss. Kristi smiled under the pressure of his lips.
Her hands moved to his shirt where she began to unbutton the top button, working her way
down. She pulled it out of his fairly loose trousers and slipped it off of his shoulders
which she could feel were large, rock hard muscles shoulders, covered by smooth warm skin.
Her hands moved over his collar bones and down his sternum then with a softness he hadn't
felt in months she moved them over his nipples and began to do the same thing to him that
he was doing to hers. Now it was Kurt who broke then kiss, his lips moving down to her
neck where he nibbled and kissed up and down from her ear lobe to her shoulder, at times
his tongue lightly stroking her skin. Her perfume as light and delicate and be breathed
deeply of it as his hands began to caress her tits with more pressure. He soon began to
pull and tease her hard, thickened nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She deeply
moaned her approval as she moved her hands all over his broad chest and around to his
back. Kurt was hot, rock hard and hot, but determined to pace his foreplay by enjoying her
skin, her touch and her tits. He put his hands gently on her shoulders and motioned her to
lie back. She let his strength lower her as his kisses mapped her collar bones. His hands
traced her ribs like a roller coasters and made their way down to the sides of her hips
before coming back up in the same fashion to the sides of her tits as his kisses descended
her sternum. His cheeks brushed against her nipples as he pressed her tits against them.
Turning his head to his left, his lips found an eager, stiffened nipple. He kissed all
around it then used his tongue to carefully experience her taunt, wrinkled aureole. She
encouraged him by placing a hand on his head, pulling him a little deeper into her soft
tit. His tongue then went for the nipple. He circled and flicked it, at times just using
the tip to press on it, like pushing a button, waiting for a surprise. He continued,
turning his head from nipple to nipple, giving each equal time. Kristi's head rested
comfortably on the couch cushion. Her fingers stroked Kurt's back and shoulders and played
with his hair and ears. She loved what he was doing to her new tits, he being the first
since her enlargement. He was sensitive and sucked her nipples with care, not rough or
impatiently. Kurt lingered on her nipples a few more moments longer then moved down her
abdomen, kissing and letting his warm breath bathe her skin. His hands tracked the
undersides of her arms and sides of her tits as his mouth kept searching for her belly
button. When he found it he used his tongue to run warm circles around it then darted in
and out of it. She expected him to continue downward but he surprised her by coming back
up to her tits. He had them pushed together again, her nipples touching each other and he
took both into his patient mouth and sucked and tongued them at the same time. Kristi has
one foot resting on the carpet. She moved it back up to the couch and between Kurt's
thighs. She could feel his cock on her thigh and he felt long and very hard. She said
nothing, only pressed her thigh into his crotch, acknowledging his still unseen cock.
Kurt's foreplay progressed by his moving steadily back down Kristi's torso, past her belly
button onto the fly and snap of her mound beneath them as he blew hot breath along her
waist band. She lifted her crotch, placing pressure on his chin. Although Kurt was hot,
rock hard and could almost taste her pussy, he reminded himself to take his time. Inch by
inch his mouth moved closer to the pussy hiding beneath the crotch of her shorts but when
nearly there he diverted to the side where his hot breath penetrated her shorts to the
crevice between her thigh and pussy. His hands moved from her tits down to her abdomen as
his mouth continued it's descent, down the inside of her left thigh where he encountered
bare skin once again. His right hand came down over her left hip and continued down to her
knee where he stroked the underside of it, as kisses traveled down the inside of her
thigh. When his kisses reached the inside of her knee his left hand found the snap of her
shorts. Kisses landed softly on her knee, then down her calf as the snap to her shorts
popped quietly. He ran his hand back up the thigh as the zipper came slowly down, each
tooth of the zipper distinctly clicking until the slide reached bottom. As Kurt's mouth
reached her ankle his hands were running under the band of the shorts around to the sides.
He began to tug and she lifted her hips from the couch to help. As the shorts lowered he
discovered a pussy without panties and gorgeous ass. He lifted his head and pulled her
shorts down and over her feet leaving Kristi completely and beautifully naked. That
magnificent wet, partly shaved pussy was right ahead of him, ripe and ready for his
taking, but he switched to the other ankle. His left hand held it steady while he kissed
and tasted her skin making his ascension of her calve as his other hand traveled up her
left thigh to the edge of her pussy. She twitched her pelvis slightly and let out a soft
cry as his fingers traced the near to pussy lips crease, up to the top and over, down the
other side then lightly across her pussy lips where his fingertips lingered only a second
before going back the other direction. His kissing lips had made it to her knee where his
tongue traveled the inside before he continued up the thigh. Kristi was in agony. No one
had ever taken the time to explore her this carefully, this completely. Her pussy was
getting soaked from her juices and had an ache from within the pit of her stomach. Her
nipples were stiff and tingly as his hand traced and teased the triangle of her pussy.
"Oh God, Kurt, please, eat me now, I wanna cum so bad, please eat me." |
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