Songbird

Christine was getting wetter and wetter as she watched the singer on
the stage of the small, smoky club. Singing old songs in a husky, low
voice, the woman wove an erotic spell, capturing Christine. Her body
curved deliciously under her tight silver sequined dress, her cleavage
thrusting out over the neckline.

After the set, Christine worked up the courage to approach the singer
at the bar. “I’m Christine. I thought you were great,” she said.

The singer smiled, inhaling her cigarette. “Thanks. I’m Avonda.” She
was about Christine’s height, with warm, cocoa-colored skin and curly,
shoulder-length hair. “Would you like to join me?” She beckoned the
bartender with one long cherry-red fingernail.

The women talked, their heads close together over their drinks. When
they left, they shared a cab uptown. Christine started when she felt
Avonda’s hand sliding under her skirt, her soft fingers tasting her
thighs. Moving closer, Christine returned the gesture. Avonda smiled.

In the backseat of the cab, the women slid their hands higher and
higher under each other’s skirts, parting their legs. Christine hooked
her knee over Avonda’s and stroked her breast subtly through her thin,
sheer shirt. Her nipples were hard and sensitive.

With a small sigh, Avonda slipped one of her fingers inside Christine’s
dripping pussy. Christine bit her lip and ran her fingers over
Avonda’s stiff clit, pushing back the hood under the singer’s curly
pubic hair and rubbing the hard bud lightly with her fingertips.

The cab sped through the city streets, the driver unaware of what was
taking place behind him. The smell of their hot cunts filled the
backseat, and Christine was sure there would be two wide, wet spots on
the leather when they stood up. Avonda was now finger-fucking
Christine in earnest, as Christine tried to subtly thrust her hips to
meet Avonda’s palm with each penetration. She shuddered and jerked in
a barely controlled orgasm. Avonda’s rhythm had become jerky as
Christine teased her clit lightly, and she came again and again,
moaning almost imperceptibly in that low, lusty voice.

Stopping in front of Avonda’s apartment, the women paid the fare and
hurried upstairs. Christine slipped the straps of Avonda’s dress over
her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her skin was smooth and
dark, her nipples the color of bitter coffee. Christine shrugged out
of her own clothes as they headed to the bedroom.

The women fell onto the bed together, Christine’s light, peach-tinted
skin a strong contrast to Avonda’s musky bronze. Kissing passionately,
their hands explored other’s bodies. Fingers tweaked stiff, long,
nipples, palms massaged hips.

When they had rolled over and over each other, Christine finally lay on
her back, her legs spread as Avonda kissed her way south, stopping to
curl her tongue around each of Christine’s pale nipples. Christine’s
cunt was shining with wet anticipation, waiting for Avonda’s tongue.

Knowing that Christine had come once already in the cab, Avonda decided
to take her time. She pushed Christine’s pussy lips apart with her
thumbs, running the tip of her dark pink tongue up and down their
folds. Christine’s slit was gaping and her clit was engorged and
exposed, sitting like a crown above her empty hole. Avonda traced each
inch of Christine’s moist cunt with her tongue, thrusting it in and out
of her hole, and then flipping along her clit.

Closing her lips around Christine’s hard clit, Avonda began to hum
quietly. Christine jerked and sat up, almost pulling her clit from
between Avonda’s lips. The singer simply smiled and pushed Christine
back down, still humming.

The vibration coming from Avonda’s lips and tongue was incredible.
Christine’s thighs shook uncontrollably as Avonda kept up the quiet
sound she was making. As she changed in pitch, so did the buzzing
against Christine’s clit. Moaning, writing, clutching at the sheets in
ecstasy, Christine held off coming as long as she could. Finally, she
exploded, her clit pressing back against Avonda’s vibrating mouth,
juices leaking from her slit.

Avonda’s lips and chin were shiny with Christine’s nectar when she
moved back up her body. She kissed Christine’s stomach and breasts
lightly, still humming, throwing aftershocks through her body with each
touch of her buzzing lips.