Dressing Room Rendezvous - Janelle & Kelly - Sex Stories

Dressing Room Rendezvous - Janelle & Kelly

... That must've been what she wanted. I slide my hands down, underneath and squeeze again. All natural. She feels so good. Like a woman is supposed to feel. "Léchez-moi." she says. I look at her questioningly. She touches my lips with her index finger, then her nipple. Oh, she must mean kiss! I smile to her. I can do that! I slowly kiss a path down the center of her chest. Her hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my neck. She guides me. She shows me what she wants. Moving me from peak to peak. I give her soft, silent little kisses. I feel that familiar need growing inside me. I'm in a trance. She has this unexplainable power over me. I'll do whatever she asks, and I think she senses that. I look into her eyes again. Big mistake. I nearly melt. Those big, brown, wonderful eyes. My knees grow weak. I suddenly realize that my hand is in my own skirt, snaking into my panties. I'm helpless under her spell. She licks her lips lewdly. Her tongue tongue slips out and wiggles in mid-air. Oh, she wants me to lick? I hope, so anyway. I stick my tongue out as far as I can to give her a little show. I lick softly, slowly, my eyes drawn to hers. She moans quietly. I swirl my tongue in little circles on her. She rises to meet me. Her nipples have beoome so hard. So needy. Beckoning. It's so intoxicating to think I can arouse her. Her hands guide me from one to the other, and back. She bows her head. "Sucer. Suce-moi." she whispers in my ear. I don't understand. So I guess. I take her ...

... carefully between my teeth and tongue and look into her eyes. I tug gently and slowly let her escape. One side, then the other. I watch her face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open. Her moans and rapid breathing make me think I'm no the right path. I lightly sc**** my teeth on her erect nipples, thrilled with my ability to please her. She takes my head in both hands and lifts my face. "Non, non. Sucer. Comme ça." She purses her lips and makes sucking sounds. Oh! 'Suck.' Now I understand. I suck her gently. "Sucer comme vous êtes sérieux." Her hand presses against the back of my neck, urging me on. She strokes my hair with a sense of urgency. I suck harder. Loudly. Not caring. Forgetting where we are. Sucking as if my life depended on it. I take as much of her as I can into my mouth and suck, flicking my tongue over her. Her head tints back. Her eyes close. She presses me to her. "Oui, bébé. Juste comme ça!" I think she likes this! "Ahem. Excuse me, is everything satisfactory? Excusez-moi, est tout satisfaisant?" a voice belonging to the feet suddenly visible under the curtain says. Caught! My mind suddenly snaps back to reality. Where I am and what I'm doing. "Exquis. Je suis très heureux." Janelle says to the mystery shoes. "Very well, then. Très bien." the voice says. The shoes walk away. Janelle kisses me softly on the mouth. "Ce ne sont pas au bon endroit. Je me excuse." I don't know what just happened. I am sure I'm about to be e****ted out of the store. Janelle ...