Marsha smiled at me, leaned to whisper in my ear, and purred, “mmmm, this could be nice,” as we then closed our bodies and began softly, slowly dancing as I would with my husband.
I had never danced with a woman in this way, but her right leg naturally pressed between my legs and my leg between hers, and our breasts came together as our heads slid next to each other. Her hair lightly brushed my face, and as I took a breath her fragrance flooded my senses, still fresh and crisp but with a stronger hint of muskiness as if I was literally breathing her skin and hair. It seemed as though neither was leading, neither was following, but we were just moving as one.
Whether from the drinks, the closeness to Marsha, or a combination of both, I began to get a little lightheaded, and a warmth began to spread thru me as her fingers on my hips began to softly move to my back and then lightly stroke my upper buttocks while pulling me nearer, gently pressuring my pubic mound with her thigh. My hands on the naked silken dark chocolate skin of her shoulders began to warm. It seemed so natural to lightly stroke her shoulders, and then wrap my arms further around her full body as my hands traced up her back, beneath her hair to her neck, and I began to lightly run the ringlets of her hair thru the fingers of one hand as the fingers of my other hand lightly traced the dark skin of her long graceful neck.
Marsha slowly turned her head to my ear, so close that I could sense her full beautiful mouth but couldn’t quite feel it’s touch, and then whispered, “so nice.”
Her breath on my ear sent shivers radiating from my ear to my toes, and I felt a slight twitch in my pussy. Her mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel the warmth of her lips and my ear so wanted her to take it into her wonderful mouth.
The song ended too soon, and as we slowly and reluctantly separated, both looking into each other’s eyes while still lightly holding each other, we both said, “wow” at the same time, which made us laugh as we held hands to leave the dance floor.
Before getting to our tables, Marsha stopped and flashed me her beautiful smile and said, “hey, come with me,” and before I could respond she began leading me as we held hands to the far end of the bar and around the corner to the adjoining restaurant section that was now closed.
We found a series of small private dining areas now dark and deserted by the wait staff, so we entered one of the private dining areas and stopped by the wall as she turned toward me. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but after that dance, I just didn’t want to be around the others.”
“Me neither,” I said as we stood closely, looking in each other’s eyes.
As my husband and I have aged together, we’ve opened up more sexually to each other. We’ve spoken of our fantasies, watched porn, read sexy stories, and explored a variety of toys. As I suppose with most men, my husband’s biggest turn on is to imagine 2 women together, with me being one of the women. I’ve never experienced another woman, but I have wondered what it would be like, tasting another women with my mouth, licking her clit and parting the lips of her pussy with my tongue. My husband is a great pussy licker and I love him to make me cum with his mouth and fingers, so I’ve wondered what it would be like from his perspective, with me making a woman cum with my mouth and fingers.
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