It was ladies’ night, Ryan had suggested we go just to get out of the house and people watch, but deep down I knew that he had high hopes of how our evening just might turn out. I’d admitted to being very curious about being with another woman, and we’d been out a few times before, each time with the idea, that maybe I’d meet someone that we could bring back to a hotel room, for a fun night of experimenting. I was willing, but terribly shy, and I had no idea how to approach a woman for this.

Ryan insisted that all I needed was a bit of confidence, and the rest would work itself out. He sensed my skepticism and immediately dove into my closet to help me choose an outfit. What he returned with was nothing that I would ever have chosen for myself, I didn’t even know I had them in my closet. He picked a black leather micro mini, that I hadn’t even thought about wearing since my wild college days and he paired it with a silk cami top in dark green.

“This will bring out your eyes and the skirt will show off those sexy legs!” He insisted.

I eyed the clothes, realizing that I couldn’t wear a bra with the top and thought uneasily about my double d’s going off to the ball with no support, and tried to imagine the logistics of getting up and down off of a barstool in that skirt. In the end I decided it was just easier to go along with him. At the end of the night, when we came home alone, there would be plenty of time for “I told you so’s”. But at least he’d be all hot and bothered, so with the possibility of Ryan tearing the whole mess off of me by the end of the night, I sighed and bent to tug the skirt up over my long legs, wondering idly if it even still fit me.

To my surprise, it slipped up and over my hips easily, wrapping around my curves like a well worn glove. After I slipped the top over my head and it moved fluidly over my chest, grazing my nipples and bringing them to full attention, beneath the dark silk. The bottom of the cami stopped just at the waistline of my skirt, with the faintest hint of milky flesh just peeking out from beneath it. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I had to admit, Ryan was right. I couldn’t deny my legs looked great and my emerald green eyes looked bright and exotic next to the green silk. He came up behind me and twisted my auburn hair up on top of my head, “I think you should wear it up tonight, your skin is too beautiful to hide.”

So there we were, sitting at a small table just off the dance floor, watching the crowd, feeling pretty warm from the three rounds of tequila shots we’d had, and she walked into the club. She paused in the doorway, looking around. Right away I noticed the round curves of her tits beneath the halter top of her red dress. She had long blond hair that fell in cascading waves around her face, and curled softly at the ends and rested gently on her chest. The dress flared and stopped just above her knees, revealing beautifully toned calves. When she turned to talk to the doorman I noticed the dress was backless, showcasing her silky smooth, sun kissed skin. The door man shook his head and she turned back to look toward the dance floor with a slightly disappointed look on her face. Then her eyes met mine and the rest of the room ceased to exist.

I was vaguely aware of Ryan watching me from the corner of my eye, but I didn’t dare pull my gaze from hers, afraid that she might disappear. She walked toward me, as the corners of her mouth turning up in a seductive smile. In a daze, I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were a deep blue, and as she came closer, I realized how easily I could get lost in them, if I wasn’t careful. She stopped at our table, and leaned in toward Ryan, “Do you mind if I borrow your lady?” She asked over the music.

Ryan looked over toward me with an amused expression, “Be my guest, I don’t think she’d mind.”

“Order me a martini,” she said as she took our purses and pushed them both toward Ryan for safekeeping, then she reached for my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor.

As I followed her toward the dance floor, slightly surprised that I had made it off the barstool so gracefully in the micro mini without a major wardrobe malfunction, I became aware of the people around us glancing our way. As I ran my eyes from the cascading blond waves down past her perfectly round ass and further down to her three inch heels before making my way back up again, I realized they had good reason to stare. Abruptly she stopped and turned, facing me. As she started to move to the music, I just simply watched her for a few seconds before I realized that I wasn’t dancing. I began to move to the music, awkwardly at first wishing it were anything other than the fast techno beat. I had never been much of a dancer, and in my amazement that this beautiful creature had handpicked me from the crowd to dance with, I suddenly wished that we could be doing anything else. But she continued, gyrating in front of me, getting closer as the song progressed, I felt my limbs loosening up, my mind and body recalling those three shots of tequila and I gave in to the urge to dance like nothing mattered.

I could see Ryan watching us as we danced, patiently sipping his beer with fire in his eyes as the pulsing baseline pumped beneath the dance floor like a beating heart. I looked back toward her and saw approval in her eyes as I let down my guard and really got into it. One song bled into another and she moved closer and closer to me, occasionally her hand would find my bare skin, causing a ripple of electricity to roll through my body, settling deep in my belly in a slow burn. As the night progressed we danced song after song, leaving Ryan at the table with our untouched drinks, the beat of the music had shifted from the fast techno to a sultry latin beat and she and I moved closer to one another as if gravity were pulling us. No longer nervous, my hands found the curve of her waist, pulling her closer to me. The club smelled like sweat and sex and her skin against mine was utterly intoxicating. We moved together, darkness and light, like the two perfect halves of yin and yang. Her hands moved softly up my sweat dampened arms and she leaned in running her tongue up the salty slope of my collar bone while my hands moved slowly down her waist, finding the hem of her dress. Still moving together, my fingers sought out the warm flesh beneath her skirt, damp with sweat and eager for my touch.

Apparently, Ryan had had all that he could take, and I felt his presence behind me. Shaken to reality I turned to meet his hungry gaze, with a look of understanding, I looked back at my blond goddess and she nodded in agreement. Ryan handed us both purses I hadn’t realized he’d been holding and gestured toward the door. She took my hand and led me off the dance floor.

The ride to the hotel up the street, the time it took to check in and travel up the elevator were a total blur. By the time we were in the room and the door was closed, she and I had tumbled on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, kissing passionately and desperately trying to remove one another’s clothing and get to the skin beneath. Ryan sat down across from us in the lounge chair casually watching us. Somehow, feeling his gaze burning on my skin made me want her even more. I broke the kiss, smiling at her pout when my skin left hers. I began to move down her lean body, pausing to pull her halter top down and reveal her tan breasts. I cupped each one, weighing them gently in my hands as I swirled my tongue around each pert nipple, I nipped each one softly with my teeth and could see her body involuntarily shiver at my touch. I experimented a bit on them, finally deciding that she loved for me to suckle one softly while I massaged the other with my hand, tweaking the nipple between my finger and thumb. Then move over to the other and reverse the process. Her fingers ran through my hair, releasing the pins that had been holding it up as she pressed me to her aching flesh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ryan shift uncomfortably in the chair, the bulge in his pants becoming painfully obvious. I felt her hands on my head now, pressing me down further, where her legs were spread for me, I realized that this is what we had been moving toward the entire night night, from the moment Ryan pulled that tiny little skirt out of my closet and I began making my way down her body, tugging the hem of her dress up as I moved.

I settled in on all fours between her legs with my ass in the air for Ryan’s benefit, marveling at her silky smooth shaved lips. Her legs parted further for me and I could see the inviting soft pinkness inside, wet and swollen and desperate for my attention. I leaned in tentatively, running my tongue up the inside of her soft lips, tasting her arousal and grazing her erect clit with the tip of my tongue. Her legs quivered and she let out a soft moan, so I repeated the process, taking my time and savoring the taste of her wetness. My tongue moving deeper and deeper into her wet folds as my nails raked gently over her inner thighs. She made soft whimpering sounds as I continued, fighting every urge to quicken my pace and bring her to the climax that she so desperately needed, I looked up toward her face, past her beautifully round breasts that had begun to sway up and down as she involuntarily began to grind her soaked pussy against my hungry mouth.

I continued in that way, keeping her on the edge of oblivion, as she writhed on the bed beneath me. I could feel my own wetness soaking through my lace thong, my inner thighs warm and damp beneath the skirt. Suddenly I felt the heat of a body behind me, and Ryan’s hands moved up my legs, taking the skirt up and over my round ass. With my skirt gathered at my waist I felt his hand move softly over my skin before he knelt down, tugging my soaked thong to the side. I could feel his breath on my oversensitive lips and I let out a moan against her clit, sending her body in a gentle ripple of spasms beneath me.

He leaned in further, parting my lips with his fingers before his tongue swept deftly over my swollen clit and I felt myself rock against his mouth, eager for release, but he followed my example, slowly moving his tongue up and down my lips swirling over the clit softly at each pass. Absorbed in the new sensation behind me, I suddenly realized that the writhing body below me was lost in the throes of a full body climax as she held my head firmly to her quivering lips, I struggled to lap up the wetness as fast as I could.

We continued that way until her climax subsided, and then I felt her pulling my head up and away from her pussy, dragging me up her body, finding my lips with hers, tasting her own wetness from my tongue. As I lay upon her bare breasts, stroking her tongue hungrily with mine, I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper behind me, and idly wondered which soaking wet pussy Ryan was focused on, with that bulge I’d seen earlier. The decision was made for him a moment later when she grabbed my hips and hauled me up to the top of the bed so I could straddle her face. I turned around, feeling her tug my thong to the side, before exploring the area where Ryan’s tongue had just been, and I watched her spread her legs wide, presenting herself for his enjoyment. He watched me with his smoldering gaze for a few moments as he stroked himself, I could see a few drops of precum forming at the tip of his cock and I couldn’t resist. Still straddling her, I leaned forward over her and took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head gently, lapping up the salty drops. He held my head, slipping himself further and further as I stroked him with my tongue.

He pulled himself from my mouth and I watched him guide himself slowly into her, and I felt a vibration roll through my body as she moaned beneath me. Absorbing every lash of her tongue, I watched in fascination as his cock slid in and out of her wetness, he began to pick up speed….so did she.

I stroked her clit with my fingers as he continued to fuck her. She held on to my thighs pressing her tongue deep inside me. I felt my climax approaching and started to thrust against her mouth, Ryan was pounding into her with reckless abandon and I could tell by his low moan that he was close too. She had begun to move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

We continued this way, none of us willing to have mercy on the other. Moments later she and I began to climax simultaneously, crying out in ecstasy as Ryan continued plowing into her, working toward his own orgasm, as spasms of pleasure rocketed through my body I reveled in the vision of Ryan’s wet cock slipping in and out of her swollen pussy, suddenly he pulled out of her, and held my face with both hands as I reached to stroke him and he spilled himself onto my tongue before we all collapsed on the bed in blissful exhaustion.

The next morning, Ryan and I woke up in the hotel room to find she had left. While mildly disappointed that it was most likely a onetime event, we couldn’t help smiling at one another unable to believe what had happened. It wasn’t until I headed into the bathroom to take a shower, that I grinned as I noticed she had written her name and number in lipstick on the bathroom mirror, with a note that said “Had a fabulous time, let’s do it again.”