Frontwoman Fix-up — Part 3
She tasted her wine, smirked, and said, “You’ll love what I have for dessert.
I shook my head and replied, “You prepared a fantastic meal! I’m still stuffed.”
She tasted her wine, smirked, and said, “You’ll love what I have for dessert.”
“What is it?”
With a sly grin, Teena stretched her toes and answered in a hush, “My feet.” Smiling all-knowingly and with a sultry gaze, Teena savored studying my reaction, seeing I was caught off guard. “Well…what about it?”
I smirked. “Yeah…you got me. It would be a sin for me to pass up dessert.”
Teena raised her foot, offering me to indulge myself. I took a sip of my wine and then placed gentle kisses on her meaty, wrinkly sole. She lifted her other foot.
“Don’t leave this one out,” she purred with a mischievous grin.
I drank more wine and held Teena’s feet together. A subtle, warm, woody, and sweet citrusy fragrance filled my nose as I kissed the tips of her toes.
“Lovely scent,” I said between kisses.
“It’s Patchouli and orange. I wear it all the time, especially on my feet. I found it to be a very magical combination for me,” Teena answered. My tongue stroked her soles. She added with a tremble in her voice, “And…it…soothes…me.”
Teena curled her toes while the tip of my tongue slithered, searching the deep wrinkles in her soles and swirled around her heels. She relaxed, her sighs and moans accompanied the soft jazz playing in the background.
I paused and took another sip, then whispered. “You’re right, this is an excellent dessert. The wine pairs well with your feet.”
Teena’s answer was a shudder, as I continued worshipping her feet. Slowly, I parted her legs. Her fingers inched up the hem of her caftan, revealing her bald mound and glistening, swollen petals. I grinned, drank more wine, and placed soft touches from my lips on her orchid. She gasped with a start from a swipe of my tongue in her slit.
I gazed at her and said, “You pair very well with this wine, not just your feet.”
Holding her hips, my tongue caressed and petted her clit. I took it between my lips, alternating licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling it. Teena gasped and arched her back, surrendering to ecstasy. Her cries urged me to continue, causing another orgasm to roll through her.
“Oh Goddess!” she cried. Her fingers were trembling, stroking my bald head.
“I remember you saying that before when I was a Celtic warrior and you were a druidess,” I murmured, between flicks of my tongue.
“Yes…” Teena managed to utter breathlessly. “See us!”
A clear and familiar vision flooded my thoughts: A woman wearing a long, flowing, dark green robe knelt beside a wounded warrior, his shoulder red from heavy bleeding. She placed sacred herbs on his wound in a smoky, dimly lit wooden lodge in front fireplace, singing like a siren, chanting a healing spell. Her kind, warm face locked into his eyes, igniting a spiritual and sensual union. I paused to reflect, feeling the mystical energy between us.
“You’re very powerful!” I whispered.
“So are you!” Teena added, “I saw us doing this yesterday… as I was getting ready for the show.”
My lips gently touched her creases. I moaned, inhaling her musky scent, wanting to put her back under a sensuous spell. Teena sighed as I felt her surrendering to it.
“Oh…oh…oh…” She softly cried.
I sat adjacent to her. She lay enjoying the glow of her rapture, the top of her caftan was pulled down, bearing her full, round breasts and pert nipples. With a smile, I drank more of my wine.
Creeping next to her, I gazed at her heaving chest. My tongue swirled around her wide areolas. Teena gasped as my lips pulled at her nipples and my fingers caressed between her thighs.
I kissed my way to her neck, her scent, a mix of Patchouli and orange, enchanted me. My member grew tighter in my jeans, her fingers crept over my crotch. Our lips met, our tongues danced, and Teena melted.
Teena’s fingers worked at my belt buckle, making us pause. Her eyes sparkled as I gazed upon her.
“Let’s get more comfortable,” she purred.
Teena slipped off her caftan, revealing her toned, curvy figure. My eyes locked on her with admiration and desire.
“Aren’t you going to get comfortable? I know you’re not bashful,” she giggled.
As I undressed, a sly grin of approval formed as she gazed upon my muscular brown body.
Teena curled next to me, fondling my hard member.
“Now…I want some dessert,” she said in a sultry tone.
She took a sip of wine and plunged me into her mouth. I shook, gasping with a start, then slumped into the sofa as her head bobbed. Her tongue traced every inch of me, from my sack to letting it swirl around the tip, moaning as she savored.
Teena’s fingers gripped me, she glanced at me and said, “You don’t taste bad with this wine yourself.” She demanded, “I need…this.”
I followed her as she lay back, positioned on top, sinking into her.
Her voice trembled. “Hold…me.”
In my arms, Teena relaxed. The image of me as a lawman cradling her as a naive medicine woman surfaced in my mind.
“God…I missed you!” I murmured.
“Oh… the cave…” Teena mewled.
Deep within her depths, time stopped, and I wasn’t in my body. I felt my spirit and Teena’s intertwined, floating in the universe. We were one again, this moment being added to all the other times we shared in the past.
Our hips rolled in tandem as we kissed. Her femininity flowed into me, and my masculinity surged into her. We composed harmonies and melodies from sighs and moans accompanying the soft, jazzy saxophone line in the air.
Teena gasped as the spell of ecstasy took her. On edge, I shut my eyes from her warmth and tightening walls. Before I knew it, I heard myself calling out her name repeatedly, my back arching from my release.
Teena nestled in my arms, the beauty of contentment gleaming in her eyes as we basked in our afterglow. The energy of her condo felt free and soothing.
“We’re aligned once again…” she whispered.
I kissed her, smiled, and whispered, “I love it.”
A comforting silence lingered between us, filled with warm smiles. Teena caught my glance at her clogs and sandals. She said, “If I can’t be barefoot, I especially love wearing my exercise sandals when it’s warm.” Her toes wiggled as she arched a brow. “You said you have a thing for ladies who wear them. What is it?”
Gazing at the toes, I answered, “I like the flapping sound they make when a lady walks.”
“I like the sound…too,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I can make them sing when I walk. Want a demonstration?”
I chuckled. “By all means…I also like watching them flap…too.”
Teena slipped on a pair of tan Dr. Scholl’s exercise sandals and paraded around the living room. Her stride created a rhythmic sound that was magical, along with the sight of them slapping her bare heels, she knew I was captivated, and with each step made sure I stayed that way.
I sat back mesmerized, watching her, and feeling a sensual rush. The fleshy slapping of the wooden bed of her sandals and her rolling hips for me was a sight to behold. Teena looked radiant and sensuous. She paused at the stand where the flowers were placed with her back towards me, posed with her sandal dangling, and then flapped it, relishing her tease. Glancing over her shoulder, pleased to see my reaction, I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I told you…I can make them sing,” she purred.
“Damn…yes you can!” I replied, pressing soft kisses onto her shoulders.
Teena giggled. Reaching behind, her fingers coaxing my member to stiffen. Once hard, they clasped it. Kissing her neck, I felt her sensuous grin.
“Could I have seconds…” I whispered between kisses.
“Yes…”
Teena, with my member in hand, led me to the sofa. Lying back, she guided me into her opening as I got on top. Sultriness shimmered in her eyes, enchanting me as I entered her. A quick flash surfaced in my mind of her face adorned in geisha make-up.
“What?” she purred, all knowingly.
“You know what…” I murmured, kissing her.
“I have a pair of traditional getas in the closet,” she whispered, “They’re red lacquered wood with black straps. I’ll wear them for you sometime.”
Our hips rolled together, and Teena fluttered her sandals, the wooden sole spanking her bare feet with rhythmic smacks. The sound sent a quiver through me.
“You like that?” she moaned, pleased with my reaction.
Teena’s eyes lowered from a tremor that caused a gasp. The tips of her fingernails roamed over my back as another tremor shook her. She tightened, crying out in rapture. I kept pushing my hips, she sighed, and wailed as another spell of ecstasy took over her.
Teena lay breathless, enchanted, glowing with rapture. Her wetness, warmth, and sensuousness nurtured the rising passion within me. The rhythmic flapping of her sandals filled the air again.
“Tell me…” she urged, her voice low and hypnotic. “Tell me how you really like that sound.”
On edge, I managed a moan. “I love it…”
The flapping grew louder, more intense. Teena cajoled, “No…no…tell me!”
The rush of release petrified me as my back arched.
“Teena! Teena!” I heard myself roar.
“Yes…” she purred. “That’s what I wanted.”
Teena’s sandals thumped to the floor as she curled beside me. We shared quivers of warmth while a low, soft guitar melody soothed us in the golden flickering candlelight.
Teena broke our silence with a soft giggle and said, “I will always be turned on wearing those from now on.”
I smirked and kissed her. “How so?”
“Because I’ll remember having them on… while you made love to me,” she mewled. “Stay with me…I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
“Of course…Baby. No need to rush off.” I kissed her. “And darling, when the morning comes and I see the morning sun…I wanna be the one with you.”
Teena chimed in with a smile, “Just the two of us…”
“Yeah…just the two of us.”
The End