Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) (2 page)

True to our assumption, no sooner had we got
to the party than men swarmed on us, trying to mack but we played
it cool like we were supposed to, fencing off with poise, waiting
for the best choice amongst the crème de la crème in attendance,
stylishly declining the winks and sultry glances passed at us. But
not for long. Michele was the first to be taken, naturally. Lord
knows what it was with men and big boobs! You could see different
men scheming one after the other to get her attention which she
continued to rebuff until a man in white suit and dark glasses,
like a Security Agent, came who finally scooped her away from the
hawks after whispering something in her ears. She rose and followed
the man with a feline swagger, looking back to give me a wink. Go
G-Girl I winked back at her as I resumed nursing my cocktail on my
seat, legs crossed seductively.

Already, Tonya, lost to me was snuggled
close to a thick guy looking like a football player not far from
me, whose face seemed faintly familiar; and who was whispering
sweet endearments to my friend’s ear, making her giggle like a girl
in love. Perhaps the admirer that sponsored us for the party I
thought, ready to reap his invested generosity. Anyway, let me mind
my own business and we could swap stories later. And thus began the
party for me too with a cute brother whom I had caught staring at
me couple of times before, presently step away from his friends and
move in my direction while maintaining eye contact with me,
obviously coming to break the ice and take me home with him.

At my side, with a panache I found sexy and
attractive, he intoned in the sweetest baritone.

“
Excuse me, Mademoiselle,
can I dance with you?”

Bowing a little while extending his hand to
me, I caught a French accent in his voice as I smiled and stood up;
taking his offered hand and followed him to the dance floor. Will
he be the one to take my pot of nectar home tonight?

Let’s see how it goes…

***

Back to the suave young man holding my waist
in a dance, it was time to look at him properly, to size him up to
see if he measured up to my standard of a fuckable dude. For
starters he was fine to look at. Tall, finely toned body, confident
in a fitted white designer jacket and Armani jeans, which he rocked
on gold jewel and white Nike sneakers, smelling of this sweet musk
I could just kiss him right there. He had well manicured fingers in
his hands, with wrists adorned with gold chain and gold watch and
had a close cropped moustache that haloed his very sexy lips. His
eyes were intense and dark, shadowed by bushy brows and his nose
aquiline. On his chest dangled a medallion that hung from a twisted
gold chain. He was absolutely delectable and fuck-able but control
was the watchword for the night. Control-the essence of feminarchy.
And to be in control of the surge I felt rising within I rested my
head gently on the shoulder of this suave man as we danced,
whispering questions to his ears the vixen way.

“You are holding me too tight, Mr…”

“Zest” He replied, “Taye Zest”. “Oh Please
forgive me. Got carried away for an instant there”. He adjusted his
hold on me slightly and continued swaying gently to the music,
enfolding me in the ambience of his fragrant smell.

“It’s alright Mr. Zest” I cooed into his
ear. “I can handle it”

“What is your name, my princess. You look
very familiar. Like someone I see constantly in my dream” He asked.
“And please call me Taye”

“
Rosaline Banks. But you can
call me Rose”

I replied declining to comment further as I
was schooled by my feminarchy teacher. Silence is golden at the
opening of a trust bud. It lends a mystery to the quest and spur
the chase with adventure . He continued his rap smoothly in his
silky baritone.

“Rose-Love flower, you live your name on
your face baby.” Taye drawled, scraping the side of my neck with
his freshly shaved cheeks as he drew me close in tune to the blues
playing; intoxicating me with a whiff of his aftershave, sending a
tickle down my legs. It’s damn sexy when guys do that
unintentionally, so masculine and tantalizing.

“Thanks” I replied just as the DJ changed
the music to a funk that allowed for dance.

Stepping to the dance with Taye, we chatted
some more and to show him what I was about I gave him sensual and
teasing dance moves almost akin to a lap dance there on the dance
floor that I knew was making him hard and horny. When in the mood I
sure knew how to tease. You know that the thrill of tease gets the
quest in motion, tantalizing the play. I backed him and grounded my
hips on his crotch, rocking to the funky beats, lost to the rhythm,
whispering hot answers to his questions as I danced, allowing his
body to freely rub with mine. I could feel the bulge in his jeans
taking shape in arousal. That's Rose of the Candy Girls for you. He
drew me close at a break to tell me to step out with him to get
fresh air outside; you know, to step away from the crowd and heat
for a moment. Didn’t I know where he was leading? But trust me to
act all coy and naïve. I said okay and went outside with him into
the night; to the lawn where canopies had been made with lanterns
in them, really beautiful and warm to see. I wanted to know exactly
what Taye Zest had in mind but I also knew better not to rush it.
Men would always reveal their true intention in time. Another
secret of feminarchy.

Taye led me by the hand to the side of the
Glass House where the lawn stretched into distance, dotted with
trees having paper lanterns hanging from them that cast shadows
around. The property was quite large and he seemed familiar with
the ground as he led me on that I had to ask him.

“Hey Taye, you seem to know your way around
here,” I piped in my sensual voice to which he replied, squeezing
my hand lovingly.

“True, baby. You could call here my 2nd
home. Me and Puffy go way back and I work in the studio at the
basement of house most of the time. I come to this spot to relax
and think when sometimes I get overstressed by melody”. He pointed
to the distance, shimmering from not too far away.

“Let’s go sit by the fountain baby”

He led me to a seat by a small lighted
fountain, spouting waters up in trickles, tucked in the midst of
the trees, away from the noise and the crowd at the party. It was
very serene there and breathtakingly beautiful.

“I like it here too. It’s quiet and cool and
the view is spectacular”. I told him, deeply moved by the beauty of
the lighted fountain which gave a romantic hue to the setting.

Sitting down, we chatted for a while about
this and that, watching fire-flies flutter past us under the clear
starry night, enfolded in a budding intimacy when it felt chilly
suddenly and I snuggled close to Taye for warmth. Sensing my
discomfiture, Taye removed his jacket to cover us both and embraced
me in his arms, cradling my head on his broad chest, stroking my
hair gently and the side of my arm while we listened to each
other’s heartbeats in the surrounding silence. His caresses were
sweet to me and I responded in kind, snuggling closer to him and
letting out a small moan when his touch got to me at the base of my
spine. My cry must have emboldened Taye for he suddenly scooped me
from the bench, lifting me onto his laps to sit. He sought out my
mouth and I could not deny him the sugar he so craved.

Without compulsion, I gave him the fruit of
my lips and he bit it like his life depended on it, munching and
salivating, while his hands ravaged the silk of my gown, finding
out my erogenous spots. He fondled my boobs lavishly through its
enclosure, grazing the taut tips covered with my silk gown with his
fingers. I moaned as his hands fondled my butts and savored his
breath that tasted like the aroma of vintage champagne as I kissed
him, using my petite fingers to rub his hard rock shaft through the
coarse fabric of his white jeans. Still kissing him longingly, I
pinched him on the hard tip of his cock through his jeans, moaning
in his ears; and he was so worked up that he wanted to take me
there, utterly possessed with lust. His hands had proceeded to
explore my corner, parting my panties to the side to tickle my
private petals which set off fireworks in my brain; but in the heat
of this rapturous sweetness I remembered the watchword of Candy
Girls ‘CONTROL’ and became activated at once like a robot. Gently,
ever gently I released myself from his lustful grip and bid him
take it easy.

“
Take it slow baby boy, the
night is still long,”

I told him as I gently pushed him away and
adjusted my cloth; reaching for my purse where it fell to reapply
make up on my face, smudged from the hurried kiss we just had and
made ready to return to the party. I had to let the burning in my
body to subside as I had been fired up. Taye collected himself like
a real gentleman, wearing back his jacket while I applied lipstick
to my lips and also made ready to leave, calming down on the seat
for his tumescence to subside. He then did quite the unexpected.
Just as we were about to leave, Taye suddenly went on his knees in
front of me, holding me by the hand and looked deeply into my
eyes.

“Promise me,” he pleaded “Please, promise
you won’t go with another man tonight. You just took me to the gate
of paradise. You must promise to take me inside at the end of the
night. Rose, my love flower. I’ll do anything. Just name it”

Men! I thought. They will do anything to
have my red flower. Imagine Taye asking me to name my price. Did he
really think he could pay the price of my naked rose? Was he rich
enough? Was he large hearted enough? Could he give all that I
needed to satisfy me now that he was asking me to name my price?
The spontaneity that lust can actuate in men! Can Taye pay the
price of my naked rose with everything he has? We would soon find
out. I looked him deep in the eyes where he knelt and told him
point blank, deflating his ego in a calculated pleasure delay.

“My price you shall find out if I eventually
follow you home tonight, Mr. Taye Zest. That is all I can promise
you for now. You will pay my price if I take you up on your offer
and follow you home at the end of the night. In the mean time,
let’s just have fun at the party OK.”

With this said, he stood up the gentleman he
was, and held me by the waist, leading the way back into the Glass
House in good spirit like he just won a lotto; and it was at that
moment I decided in my mind that for his faith Taye Zest would have
my naked rose before the night ended, at the price of nothing. But
let’s see how the night would pan out first at the White Party
…

****

1 am, few hours after our tryst by the
fountain, I was in Mr. Taye Zest’s automobile, heading uptown to
his place to put icing on the cake of the night. It was in
fulfillment of the promise I earlier made to myself: to fuck him
tonight and forget about him. You know, I wanted to give him
something to reminisce about for so long to come. So in my head as
he drove I was just thinking of the theatrics to please him with
when we get to our destination. I would give him the sex of his
life and a memory to treasure for long…He broke into my
thoughts.

“You surprise me baby. The way you were
digging it with Jay Z back on the dance floor, I thought I didn’t
stand any chance”

He said to me looking straight ahead,
placing his left hand on my thigh and giving it a caress. I smiled
and told him sexily in reply, looking at him with slanted eyes.

“I am a big girl. I do whatever I want,
whenever I want and with whomever I choose. I chose you tonight
Taye. You are in charge of the cruise and you can rock my boat
tonight anyway you like, my Captain”.

I extended my hand over his crotch and
rubbed his bulging dick in his jeans. At my touch he shifted on his
seat and swallowed a gasp, putting his stray hand back on the
steering wheel in a tight grip. I then rubbed him gently, telling
him to take it easy, to watch the road and drive safe while I
massaged his cock teasingly, sensually in his jeans, acting one
minute like I would unzip his fly and put it in my mouth but
changing course ever smoothly as I teased him. The Impala actually
knew its driver was on rodeo the way Taye gassed the car, rushing
to get home, driven with hot anticipation that I was the cause.

Back at his place, a high rise building in
Conny Island, he packed the car and shot out to the passenger side
to open the door for me. Nice touch and very romantic, I mused as I
stepped out of the car with a feline strut. The valet came for his
car keys which he threw to him as he held me by the waist and we
proceeded into the lobby like two drunken lovers to take a lift up
to his floor. The sexual tension between us was so palpable it
seemed primed in us like a bomb, ready to explode because just as
the door of the lift closed, Taye collided into me in a frenzy of
French kiss. Our mouths explored each other hungrily, passionately
like the world outside could wait and melt. While his mouth
explored mine in shared expedition, his hands grabbed my butt
cheeks fondly, fondling them lushly as I moaned in sheer pleasure,
aching between the legs. Taye was fascinated with my succulent ass
no doubt the way his hands grabbed and fondled its cheeks and the
way he turned me and dipped down to bite me in the butts. I
whimpered sweetly where I was pressed against the mirrored
enclosure of the lift, clawing his head desperately, uncaring who
might intrude on us.

“Ding” announced that we were at the 26th
floor where his apartment was and we separated momentarily to get
our bearing and enter the landing leading to his pad. We staggered
through the lighted corridor to his door, linked by arms and
anxious as virgins intent on first sex. But when he opened the door
with a metallic card and I stepped inside his apartment, my eyes
almost popped out of its socket. What a lavishly furnished
apartment it was! Taye, being the sublime gentleman he was, allowed
me to have a feel of the house as he excused himself to refresh in
his room, understanding my need to admire a beauty he was already
used to.