Page 3 of Once a Month

I open my eyes. She’s still behind me. This is crazy. I don’t even know this woman. I’m going to let her touch me, and I don’t even know her. I try to push away my own insecurities, my judgments, and just about everything else as I nod again.

“Can I touch you?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.

Slowly, her right hand slips down to the hem of my dress. She lifts it, and then her hand is on my bare thigh.

“Oh,” I say softly.

“Oh, good?” she asks.

“Yes.”

Her hand moves up, still slowly. She uses her fingertips to graze and drag before her palm presses down more firmly when the woman in front of us comes. I worry that will be the end; that by the time I’m touched, the two women on the bed will be done. But then, the woman on top moves until her sex is over her partner’s mouth. Her partner pulls her down and sucks her into her mouth just as a tentative finger strokes over my panties.

“Fuck,” I say a little louder than I intended.

“You’re hard,” the woman says as she kisses my neck. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”

I close my eyes and lean back against her. The way she said that last part almost sounded like she was turned on by all this, too; but since I don’t see her wearing a bracelet, I know she’s working tonight, and I don’t expect anyone working the event to actually get turned on by doing this.

“Touch me,” I say. I’m already far beyond the point of worrying about begging for it now.

Her lips suck on my earlobe, and when her hand slips into my panties, I realize then just how wet I really am.

“So good,” she whispers, and for a minute, I think that she’s trained to make these kinds of comments, but then I don’t care because her finger is stroking my clit.

My hips are moving forward and back. Her free hand is holding me against her body. I want it on my breast, though. I think about not taking what I want at first but decide that I’ve come this far.

“Unzip,” I manage to say.

Her hand moves to the zipper at my left side, and she unzips my dress. Thank God I’m wearing a strapless bra. I lower the strap of the dress first, then the cup, and she knows what to do. She cups me and strokes me while I watch the woman riding the other woman’s face, and we come at the same time. God, I come so hard, the woman responsible for my orgasm has to stop squeezing my nipple to hold my waist in place. I come so hard, I nearly topple over, and she pulls me back against her.

“I’ve got you,” she says, and she does.

She kisses my neck, licks the spots she’s kissed, and slowly strokes me as I come down. The women on the bed pause, and both of them turn to look at us. They smirk. I flush even more.

“Want to watch again?” the one on the bottom asks.

I realize a second too late that she’s talking to me.

“Do you?” the woman behind me asks me, returning her hand to my breast and starting up her strokes again on my clit.

I know then that I’m not done coming. I can just go home and take care of it myself, though. I don’t need to–

“Yes,” I say.

“We like being watched,” the woman on top says as she moves to stand. “Any requests?” she asks me.

“What?” I ask back, shocked by the question.

“Any requests?” she repeats.

“What do you want to watch them do to each other?” the sexy voice from behind me asks as she moves a finger just a little lower, close to my entrance.

“Anything,” I manage to say.

The woman who is now standing up moves to the side of the bed, bends over, and picks up a harness with the accompanying dildo from before.

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