Spring Flirting(Part 2 in Naked Rose Series) (7 page)

I moved away from him so suddenly he
groaned. He knew better not to ask or command. I was a Dominatrix
and I was for real; exacting, exciting, exhilarating. Then I gave
him the memento for the night. Stepping down from the chair, I
swaggered to his front, turned my back to him, raised my gown up to
waist level and ever so gently lowered my waist onto his pointed
dick, guiding its hardness with my hand into the warm wetness of my
sweet orifice. I gasped in sheer ecstasy at the touch and feel of
his beastly rod as it travelled my vagina walls, tickling my clits
vigorously as it sank. From my low position, my gown drawn up at my
waist I became a cow-girl as I moved up and down rhythmically,
riding the Senator in a dance I am sure he would never forget with
the utterances he was making right there.

“This is paradise. Oh baby. So sweet. Si
mammaa cassaaaa. Mimosa tarata. Lawd this is good. Sweeter than
Sisi ma.Oh Lawd.Yes…” that was the Senator ranting his randy lingos
to the air in appreciation of the samba dance I was performing on
his honorable dick. I rode him out, teasing my clit alongside to be
at par with him in the drive, silently counting backwards from 25
to 1 as I rocked him hard, rolling and twisting. When I got to the
last number I stood up and resumed position back on my knees; first
cleaning out the juices coating his rock hard dick with a swipe of
my hand before I descended on it with my mouth. I didn’t have to
blow him for more than few minutes before I saw the Senator start
to shake like a man about to erupt and soon he was spurting out cum
in the air and all over my hands, grunting like a man in a fit of
erotic seizure.

“Ahhhhh! Arhhh.Arhhh. Ahhh…” he grunted,
gushing out milk from his stud, looking askew on the arm chair like
a deranged man in throes of delirium; chest thrust out, arms tied
at the back as though in a fit of seizure, grunting in release
spasms.

I left him there still shackled with his tie
as I stood up and went in to the bathroom to tease myself to come
and to clean up, smiling on my way in satisfaction as I saw him
fall limply back on the chair, completely exhausted. That’s why
they call me G-girl I spoke silently to myself as I exited the
room. I am Go-Go. Give you the fuck of your life and still remain a
diva. Go-Go Girl on rampage. That's me. I got back into the room
minutes later satiated to find the Senator still slumped on the arm
chair, already in deep sleep; the aftermath of Viagra overdose I
thought as I quietly unshackled him and took a complimentary card
from his chest pocket for my future use before I sneaked out of the
room through an adjoining door that led to another room, from where
I found my way back to the party going on downstairs to meet Derek
whom I ended the night with……Wanna hear how that one went……that’s a
story for another day girls.

***

That was how Michele’s sexcapade with the
Senator went down. As much as I pined to hear the second story with
Derek, I knew not to rush it as I would get to hear the tale
another day, so I let myself be content with this. And thus it
ended with the White Party at the Glass House where we had the best
sex we could ever dream to get, though still in search of the famed
absolute orgasm. Time is perishable and there is no time for
regrets, hang ups or fun wastage in the life of Candy Girls. We
live to enjoy ourselves and explore the depth of passion till time
and youth run out on us, dreaming of the ultimate cum. Life is good
they say. But for Candy Girls it gets sweeter with the art of
feminarchy

As it was, life resumed its smooth course
with the stream of New Yorkers bubbling through the many cycles of
the sun; us included being either in school having classes or at
the sets of different video and photo shoots where job called,
making a living and having the fun of our lives. I must tell you
that surprised I was to find Taye Zest expressing interest in me
intensely after our first night together, much to the chagrin of my
girlfriends who felt he would cloud my head with sweetness and
riches, making me abdicate my feminine duties and vow as a Candy
Girl. But the question was, would I rebuff Taye's insistent
interest in me for long or let him have a piece of me? Time will
tell….

Thursday19th May,
1996

LIVE EROTIC
MOVIE WITH TAYE ZEST

Today’s entry is about the ball I attended
yesterday in the company of my new boyfriend, Taye Zest(Oops!);
whom I must confess I found myself being irresistibly drawn to, in
spite of having vowed not to have anything romantic to do with any
man, much less Taye who was a known player in the music industry
where I worked. But trust feminine tendencies to prevail over hard
resolve of the human mind. After our first date he sought me out,
claiming insistently he fell in love with me our first night
together and couldn’t possibly live without my naked rose. Men and
their lies. I tried to rebuff his advances but he was persistent,
sending me expensive gifts and calling me all the time on the
phone, weakening my will with sweetness. He was darn too romantic.
He even composed a song for me that swelled my heart in secret
anytime I heard it on my MP3 player. His sweetness and persistence
finally did me in. You see, Taye had this way he could impress
himself on your thoughts unawares. And he was a deluxe lover to the
core. Thinking about his sex moves on our first night together
alone made my nipples stand hard inside the lace fabric of my
bra.

Another thing about Taye was that could be
generous to the hilt, spoiling me with expensive gifts. Like the
red Gucci mini gown and red Prada shoes I was wearing to the gig
were gifts he gave me on Saturday; when he came in from the studio
to pick me up for an open cinema he took me on Lower Manhattan.
Even my girls knew I was developing a special softness for him but
they trusted me not to violate the code of the Candy Girls and fall
hopelessly in love with him. A little romance cannot harm a
seasoned vixen we all reasoned, so they let me fly. Taye actually
told me about today’s event on our way back from the movie show. He
said he was invited by the patron of the hosting club and would
like me to go with him as his date. Paparazzi would be absent. I
said OK and knew right there I would be wearing his gifts of red to
the ball and make him proud of me.

7pm on the dot on the appointed day, Taye
was at the door, looking delectable in his three piece tuxedo and
holding a bouquet of red roses for me that took my breath away.
That was Taye and his romantic gifts. The man knew how to tickle my
fancies and I loved him for it. I gave him a delicious kiss on the
mouth in appreciation before I proceeded to put the flowers in a
vase and get set to leave. Michele and Tonya were out of the house
on some term paper palaver so it was just us in the flat. And with
what I was wearing I knew I had turned Taye on. Quickly rushing the
last minute preparation, I swayed around the apartment like a
cougar on my red Prada stiletto shoes; and he kept following me
with his eyes, playfully slapping my butts when I walked past him
to the kitchen to take a draught of distilled water and making to
grab me but I avoided his move, knowing where it would lead. No
quickie in the house. Not this time. I thought.

Soon we were across the Brooklyn Bridge
speeding downtown to the venue of the ball in Taye’s Bentley. There
was something seductive about him as he drove in the way he got so
serious behind the steering wheel. So masculine and in control. All
my chatter were replied with mono syllables and grunt at most but I
didn’t disturb him with it at all. I was content being driven to
the place of class and prestige by one of the finest men in
America. The wind could blow all it will. Up in the sky, the night
shone with stars like a studded crown; and at the east was a
crescent moon just rising to its place. The twin towers of the
World Trade Center seen from the bridge glittered like an obelisk
of diamonds. New York City at night and its unbelievable sight I
thought in my mind, admiring the vista with lustrous joy of a girl
in romance. We got to the avenue an hour later and after the valet
had gone to park the car, Taye led me by the waist into the
sprawling mansion where the ball was holding. In my naughty mind I
was thinking of Eyes Wide Shut with all manner of orgies going on
inside but I was to be surprised. It was actually a gala event held
by an exclusive society called Rolling Stones Brothers, comprising
most men of power and influence in New York City. Taye always
boasted of his connections to me but it was until tonight I knew my
man was huge. I mean the party was an eye popper. It had all the
fritz of a power party and I was all for the fun! They even had
Keri Hilson as the performing act for the night and already the
party was in high swing.

Immediately I integrated into the party I
began enjoying myself, sipping a glass of bubbly with sense, while
my date introduced me to the high and mighty in New York City all
seated around us. There was something sensual about the champagne
in the way it made me feel freaky and horny all of a sudden or
perhaps it was my ovulation time. Because I soon found myself
wanting so bad to be pounded by Taye whose hands had been foraging
me all over since we got to the party. You see Taye had this way he
teased me without being too overt, yet it set me on fire. He was a
master stroker. He would playfully graze my thighs with his hands
under the table or whisper his hot breath on my neck when
explaining a personality to me or answering my question, tickling
the g spot at the nape of my neck. I was just waiting for the time
I could be alone with him and eat those pink looking lips of his.
It was not to take long.

Soon it was time for Keri Hilson to perform
and my man invited me for a dance. I obliged him without hesitation
since Keri Hilson was actually my favorite artist and the number
she was playing ‘Naturally’ just kept me flowing with passion . On
the dance floor I snuggled close to him and put my head on his
broad shoulders as we both swayed to the rhythm of her jazz amongst
a swarm of dancers like us. Keri Hilson cooed on in her smooth
contralto, strumming my heart along.

“Head up and look around us baby. Lovers are
doing their thing.” Taye purred in my ears minutes later, breaking
my solo reverie. True enough I looked up to see different pairs in
different shades of eros on the dance floor and particularly the
couple beside us to the left were enfolded in the most sensual kiss
ever, joined in erotic passion. The guy was gently fondling the ass
of his dancing partner right there on the shaded dance floor, both
oblivious of the world, enraptured in kissing delight. It was so
stirring and sweet to watch. I quickly averted my eyes and clung to
Taye again. Truth is I was a voyeur and watching other in eros turn
me on faster than a wild fire; so in order to be safe I shunned
their erotic sight with great mental strength. But Taye was to
kindle my tinder desire. Being a socialite familiar with the crème
de la crème of NYC, he chipped in conspiratorial whisper:

“That’s Bill Hallington, the former governor
of New York State and his date, Tamia Scholes-the singer. Hottest
couple in New York. He was invited by his best friend John Nash,
the host. And I heard he is a freak for long legs, especially hers
as we can see. Just watch him do his thing with the broad so
shamelessly. Oh I like this guy and would vote for him again should
he contest,” Taye explained to me in his hot whispers as we danced,
tracing a line along my back as he spoke, obviously excited. You
see, little did I know Taye shared my uniqueness for the peephole
view. Only that his eclipsed mine in intensity. In actuality, Taye
got off the best watching other people play. A chronic voyeur with
a telescope I later got to know; but tonight he just followed those
kissing couple with his eyes, thinking crazy thoughts in his head
as he swayed with me absent mindedly on the floor, caressing my
arms softly.

As I held to him, smelling his musky
perfume, I did not know Taye was still monitoring the kissing
couple until he pulled me by the hand suddenly in the middle of the
second song ‘Chocolate’ being performed by Keri Hilson, urging me
with a wink to follow him fast. If I wasn’t familiar with his
spontaneous ways, I would have protested. But knowing Taye Zest for
Taye Zest, I obliged, trying to follow to where he was leading me.
And true enough, he led me through a side door that led outside to
the lawn opening to a wooded grove behind the mansion; where at a
distance following Taye’s eyes I briefly caught two shadowy figures
embrace in a hug before furtively entering a barn house located
some meters away. On a closer look I realized it was the couple who
had just left the dance floor-the kissing couple. Minutes later, we
heard a girlish laughter ring out where we stood in the shadow, a
safe distance from the barn house where the couples were ensconced.
This only prompted Taye to move closer, urging me on with a wave of
his hand to the side of the barn, from where we could peep unseen
from the window. And what I saw I’d better describe.

I saw the governor, dimly lit by the flash
of an encased electric bulb overhead, holding Tamia closely and
they were kissing each other deeply, hungrily like two lions in
heat. His hands alternately fondled her boobs and rubbed her back
feverishly, finally resting on her butts to give them firm squeezes
which caused the woman to stir, grinding her hips to the rhythm of
his moves. Shortly, she stepped back from him and turned her back
to him and he unzipped her purple gown down ever so smoothly,
tracing his finger along her revealed spine line as he did.
Removing the gown to reveal a woman clothed in black silk garter,
bra and string, I felt Taye’s hand grab my side, obviously taken by
the voluptuousness of what he saw. I wasn’t surprised. She was
indeed a stunner. Her boob stood at 34D, firmly cupped in black
silk bra, with a tummy so flat you could sleep on it and the ass
curved out on her back like a perfect curvature. She spotted an
ornament on her belly button that glittered in the dimness of the
barn. For a moment I was jealous of her assets. She looked like
Faith Evans but with a Tina Turner ass. No man wouldn’t stir to see
her.