Page 6 of Once a Month

“Come in,” one of them says.

I swallow and say, “If you want me to.”

“Yes,” she says.

She’s an attractive woman in her early forties, most likely. Her hair is dark and down around her shoulders. Her breasts are now bare to me, and the woman in front of her has her dark-pink, erect nipples on display, and her pussy is neatly trimmed. She’s fit, but not overly so, and I like her curves. I like her eyes, too. They’re beckoning me forward as the other woman lowers herself to suck on a nipple.

“Sit behind me,” she says softly to me as she cups my cheek.

I nod, not knowing what’s going to come next but being okay with sitting behind this woman.

“Clothes?” I ask.

“On. You look so fucking sexy in them,” she says, running a hand down the middle of my chest possessively, and I know I’m more than okay with this now.

Her fingernails are long and bright red – she’s not likely a giver in the bedroom; at least, not with her fingers. Then, I think that she might not even have sex with women outside of one night a month when she comes here. My friends have told me that many members use these parties to let other parts of themselves out that they usually keep contained, and there’s even something sexy about that to me. I slide my back against the pillows, and she lies back against me while the other woman – who I know isn’t a member – kneels in front of her and spreads the woman’s legs for her.

“You know how I like it, baby,” the woman says to her.

She picks up my hands and places them on her breasts. The woman in front of her lowers herself until she’s between her legs. Then, I hear the sucking sound. Fuck, I can hear it. This woman whose breasts I’m playing with right now is so fucking wet, I can hear someone sucking on her clit.

“Yes,” she says, cupping her hands over my hands on her breasts, begging me with them to squeeze her harder.

And I do. I squeeze until her hands fall away. Then, I twist and play with her nipples. It seems to be what she wants because her chest is moving up and down in time with her hips, which are already begging the woman in front of her for release. I look down at that woman, thinking about how much I’d like to get off myself right now. Then, I hear footsteps, and I look back up at the doorway.

There’s a woman standing there, and I swallow hard – she’s sexy. Oh, she’s so fucking sexy that I feel wetness between my thighs that has nothing to do with what’s happening on this bed. That dress she’s wearing fits her like a soft, perfect glove. Her eyes are very dark, and they’re looking right into mine. I stop massaging for a second, which is a mistake because the woman in front of me is coming now. I can’t take my eyes off this new woman, though. I try to resume the massaging how I just was – which, I’m sure, is no longer as good – and I stare into this woman’s eyes, wanting her to know that I wish I were going this to her right now. I have no idea where this is coming from, but I want her tonight. I just want her, and I know it.

She leaves. My eyes go wide because she turns and leaves without a word, and I’m stuck where I am, behind a member that’s still coming down from her orgasm and might ask me to do something else now. I don’t know what to do, but I stop massaging her breasts and sit back a little, waiting for her cue. Why couldn’t I have noticed that other woman first? I could have ended up with her instead.

“Your hands are nice, baby,” the member says, and I think she’s talking to me because the other woman only used her mouth a minute ago. “You’re pretty stiff back there.” She reaches a hand around and cups my neck gently. “Any chance you packed something for me?”

I know what she means, and I try to think about how to answer so I can leave, but I don’t know what to say. I look at the other escort, who gives me an understanding expression.

“Hey, baby? I brought mine,” she tells the member. “And I have it in my bag right here.” She stands and picks up a bag she’d left by the bed.

“Thank God! Can you take care of me?” the member asks.

“Of course,” my unexpected savior replies.

The woman leans up, and I take that opportunity to slip out from behind her. I watch the other escort slip on the harness and dildo she’d packed, and I just stand there, looking like an idiot, because I don’t know what to do.

“You can go if you want,” the woman says to me. “She’s so good with this thing; I won’t need another for a while.”

The other escort smirks at the woman and smiles at me. I nod, and I leave. I would have stayed. I don’t think I’d have a problem getting that woman off, but I can’t think about anything other than those dark eyes staring into my own. I need to find her. I need to be the one that touches her tonight. I walk past closed and open doors and only hope she’s not in a closed room. Then, I find her. She’s again standing in a room watching two women have sex. Not just any two women, either. My friends, apparently, wanted a room, and one of them is now moving down the other’s body. It’s something I’ve seen dozens of times now, but it never fails to excite me to watch them like this.

The one woman I’m here for, though, is facing them, so she doesn’t know I’m here yet. I double-check the bracelet on her wrist and smile. Now, I need to figure out if this is something she wants or if she’s only here to watch tonight.

“Hi,” I say into her ear after stepping closer.

She doesn’t turn around but says, “Hi.”

“Do you like to watch?” I ask, moving even closer.

“Yes,” she says, and her voice almost makes me melt.

“Do you like anything else?” I ask, feeling more confident now.

She nods in response.

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