Hot Lips
Not long after I had my first sexual experience with a woman (I talked about it in my last blog entry), I was working the clubs. We danced in several clubs in the same evening. The clubs operated a pink Cadillac limo driven by a very muscular, very mysterious man with long wavy black hair. He rarely spoke. Not that he was unfriendly – just quiet. During the drive from one club to another, most of us chatted, gossiped and occasionally napped. On this night I had already danced at two clubs and was on my way to the third. There were only three of us in the limo, me, the driver and Rebecca. Rebecca was a tall, lovely college girl. She was actually dancing her way through college. It seemed like such a cliche’ but with her it was fact. She kept herself apart from the other dancers and nobody gave her grief about it. We all respected what she was doing and her talent on stage. She was a marvelous dancer. She moved her body fluidly with the rhythm of the music. She was tall and lean with long limbs. Her moves were graceful and mesmerizing. Even her music was different. She danced to a bluesy, soulful music that was light years different from the standard fare the rest of the dancers used. My music was usually different as well but not to the degree hers was. Even on stage she kept herself aloof. Making eye contact with the audience was a specialty of mine. I was turned on by the appreciation I saw in their eyes. With Rebecca it was as though it was enough to just grace the audience with permission to watch her dance. She was in her own world on stage and usually off stage, as well.
The night was warm and the windows were down with the cool Pacific breeze brushing over our skin and the smell of the ocean on the air. Traffic on the San Diego freeway was light for some reason and the trip was shaping up to be uneventful, I thought… (Boy was I ever wrong about that!) The driver was in the front and Rebecca and I were in back. Music was playing low on the radio. Rebecca turned to me and said in her husky voice. “So, I heard you are into women…” I had told very few people about my experience with the married couple from San Diego State. But I told her that I had a wonderful experience with a woman for the first time. (The husband was there also but to tell the truth, I don’t remember much about him all these years later. Now, as it was then, he was just an aside and his beautiful wife’s kisses and moans were what I took away from that night.)
Much to my surprise, Rebecca slid over very close to me on the seat and said in a low voice, “I’ve been watching you.” As she said this, she slid her long arm around my shoulder and cuddled up close to me. My heart was pounding. What was going on? Could this really be happening? She stroked me from my shoulder to my fingers then ran her fingers over my neck and chin as she raised my lips to hers. She kissed me very gently at first, then with more passion. I was so excited I was trembling as she reached over and slid her fingers down and held my breast in her cool hand. She pinched my nipple between her fingers and pulled on it with a twist. By now I was wet with a pulse pounding in my vagina. I wanted her to touch me so badly. I opened my legs and she slipped her hand under my skirt and ran her fingers from the back of my knee up the inside of my thigh to my panty line. By now, my breathing was ragged and I was tense with expectation. She cupped me gently in her hand then with one smooth movement reached up and put her fingers into my panties and down to my pussy. I was drenched! She gave a moan of excitement when she discovered this and stroked and fingered me till I was tight with excitement. We were going down the San Diego freeway at full speed with the driver silently listening. At some point he had reached up and turned the music off. The only sounds were our moans and the rush of wind from the open windows. Just knowing he was there listening added to the excitement. By now, I had regained enough presence to reach over and fondle her full breasts. She gently but firmly removed my hand and shook her head at me. “What the heck!” I thought as I lay back on the seat and surrendered to her gentle then increasingly rapid ministrations. It was not long before I came with a great shudder and collapsed against her shoulder. I held her hand up and gently licked and sucked her fingers which had been so good to me just moments before. She kissed me softly on the lips and smiled at me beautifully.
We were off the freeway now and in the neighborhood of the next club we were to dance in. The driver pulled up to the club and said his usual. “Here we are ladies.” as he swung out to open our door. This time he reached in to give us each a hand. As she stepped out, Rebecca stopped to give him a deep kiss. I waited and then he helped me out. I also stopped to give him a passionate kiss. As we went in to the club, I admit, my legs were weak at the knees.
We did our usual stage routines (though, I admit, mine was even a bit more inspired than usual). She stayed to dance another time in the club and I caught the limo back to the club where my car was parked. My night was over. So was my time with Rebecca. She was studying for finals so did not dance the following week. I heard that she spent the summer in Europe – a gift from her parents by way of reconciliation. She did not dance at the clubs the next semester. The night of that incredible ride in the limo was her last at the clubs. She never gave her phone number or address to any of the dancers. It would have been in very bad form to reach out to her in any way, so, I just accepted the experience of that exquisite ride as another of Life’s unexpected gifts. I have been given many gifts but that experience with that cool sophisticated woman has to be at or near the top of the list of my best. For months I remembered as I lay in bed at night, her fingers between my legs stroking me to orgasm. Her deep passionate kisses and her last soft sweet kiss, of what I was to learn was farewell are with me still…
