Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2004 09:06:23 -0400 From: Kayuga Subject: STARtled, Part III STARtled Part III Same as before: If you're too young or your morals can't tolerate women falling in love with each other, then find something else to read, please. STARtled continues like this... Day 3 8:36 am I'll just start by saying that FireHouse had a whole new meaning for me as of that very morning! Following the inviting music that took me in and around the FireHouse Theater in search of my breakfast date with Lynn, I was at this point peeking from one of the side doors to the stage, staring in awe. It was dark. I could see movement and flickering lights, all dancing to this most sensuous, somehow ethnic music coming from the theater's powerful sound system and invading the atmosphere. It was a music of seduction, a fiesta for the senses. Silk draperies in yellow and red and gold, purple, blue and green (oriental circus-like) formed sort of tall tent that also seemed to dance with its own shadows... layers of pillows and throws over rugs were disarranged- actually carefully disarranged-- on the stage. And candles... there were dozens and dozens differently sized and shaped lit candles surrounding a sight that moved me from total surprise to sheer delight to extreme desire... In the middle of this staging, amazingly talented Lynn contorted her sexy body and danced her heart out. Just for me, it seemed. She was dressed like a Sevillana, wearing a Spanish-gypsy polka dotted ample long skirt --think Carmen--that she kept on pulling up to reveal a breathtaking view of her muscular yet feminine legs, high flamenco heels that she smashed with great feeling into the wooden floor, a colorful shawl that draped her waist and hugged her tight butt, many bracelets that tinkled every time she gracefully moved her hands, wrists and fingers atop her head, looped earrings and a few necklaces that also seemed to have their own rhythm, falling over a sheer tight-fitting top. Because of the light I could only guess the silhouette of her generous perky breasts and hardened smallish nipples through the fabric. I stood there, in trance, watching all of her move proudly to this intoxicating music of palms and buleria. Lynn's freckled bare shoulders were also sprinkled with some strands of hair that had freed themselves from a hair clip. She didn't seem to notice I was all but salivating just a few feet from where she was performing her ritual. Did I tell you I was mesmerized? Time just stopped. Breathing stopped. I was part of an exotic tale that was happening right there in front of me and my body was simply too over stimulated as to react. I couldn't believe her moves... there were animal, feline moves, aggressive at times, then softened, then accelerated back to a glorious momentum... she finally approached my stunned self and seduced me into her dimension of sensations... but she wouldn't touch me just yet... she came very, very close, inviting, smelling of glory, moving all of her body parts in a way that told me to come closer and devour her... and just as I reacted and allowed her to bewitch me into her game, she withdrew in her insane dancing again. I was left in the center, surrounded by all the candles in the world and by a dancing goddess that just wanted to tease me. I then took my bulky sweatshirt off and tried to dance a little, imitating her moves (remember, my Latin blood does rev to rhythm), closed my eyes and soon felt possessed by the music. I danced for awhile, and this time it was Lynn who approached me, circled me provokingly, closing in until she finally embraced my waist, leading. I let her. Her body guided mine merging in their own language of movement and sweat, possessed, pretty much making love to each other although barely touching... exuding an unbelievable amount of energy. At some point she me freeze in a bailaora (Flamenco dancer) pose and very, very slowly corrected it, tracing my body from the fingertips of my extended arms to my shoulder blades, down my back, around my waist and up my chest... I couldn't believe the sensations she was giving me! Never ever had I yearned for someone as I yearned for Lynn this very instant... I was so inflamed with desire that I just wanted to break the aura and eat her up... but one more time she sensed my urgency and withdrew to her frenzied dancing. Finally, I simply decided to change strategies... I lay down among a thousand pillows and watched her... well, actively watched her... I took my shoes and socks off, unzipped my jeans and since I was not wearing any underwear just went south to my dripping self and started taking care of my desperately pounding clit. That was all I could do before amazing Lynn let her hair go wild. I was breathless... wanting her remorselessly, but she didn't come any closer... I knew she'd make me wait as long as she wished to. Music was slower now, her moves even more deliberate, sweat covering her magnificent upper body. She got rid of the necklaces to allow me a peek through her sweat soaked, very thin, almost clear top and... oh my! revealing those exquisite rigid nipples topping round perfect breasts and her glistening neckbone. Lights and shadows played games with each other and with the amazing shades of red in her flowing hair... I couldn't stand this torture anymore... just had to let go... I gave in to a massive orgasm relishing on the promises of what was yet to come... Lynn slow danced and watched me with that wicked witch smile of hers that I've come to adore as I came. Suddenly, as I gasped for air, barely recovering from my frenzy, Lynn vanished for a few seconds and reappeared with a chilled bottle of Veuve de Clicqot, yep, for breakfast. Answering my half questioning eyebrows she just said: "Baby, I'm thirsty... and it's gotta be noon somewhere in the world, right?" and before I could answer she kneeled down very next to me, handed me one glass and poured both. I couldn't take my eyes off her cleavage, tasting it already... next thing I knew Lynn was licking the overflow champagne from my fingers slowly, catlike. As I hungrily tried to return the favor Lynn stopped me. Instead she walked to the console and changed the music to some super passionate, beautifully performed Spanish guitar concert, then started to set the place for breakfast. She just told me to get comfortable and enjoy being pampered. I, who at this point would have said yes to anything she requested, obeyed dutifully. My lover-to-be left for a few seconds and came back with a tray of goodies that she carefully laid on the floor. There was fruit and homemade yogurt, honey, hot fudge, ice and a few other things. She took a plump strawberry, dipped it in chocolate and fed me... then brought her mouth to mine and licked the remains of the fudge from my lips with her tongue... and one more time rejected my kiss attempt. I was to be passive, was the unspoken rule. She slow-wet kissed me from the collarbone, up the side of my neck all the way to the earlobe, where she took her time nibbling, breathing, saying things in her magical raspy voice: "I just want this to be the best breakfast of our lives, Isa... "her hair embracing my neck, caressing my cleavage... At the same time she put two fingers in the honey jar and dripped a few drops over my lips, teasingly... I tasted the sweet, she kept on teasing, I then grabbed her two fingers and took 'em between my lips and licked 'em clean with my desperate tongue. When I was done Lynn kissed my lips and this time it was our tongues that locked in a passionate dance. As I tried to let my hand slip under her shirt she stopped me gently, stood up, stared at me and slowly stripped... first getting off of that soaked top of hers... then getting rid of the skirt, some of the jewelry too and just stood there in her high heels and the reddest thong. I was speechless and dumbfounded... being seduced by the most gorgeous creature, male or female, ever... and still fully dressed! By now I knew I wasn't supposed to take the initiative, but really wanted to squeeze out of my clothes. I took my top off and as I was about to get out of my jeans Lynn came to me and took care of that. She slowly pulled them down, seemed to like my lack of underwear and stared at my closely trimmed, soaked pussy for what felt like a looooong time. Then decided to climb on top of my wanting naked body without touching me skin to skin, but her cascading red mane gave me the most magnificent hair massage... I just could have died then and there! Her deliberate moves were glorious, she raked my whole body with her hair giving me overall goosebumps, soaking me in her smells, driving me out of myself with pleasure. When she finally stopped torturing me, my skilled lover proceeded to my toes... she gave me a honey-yogurt-ice foot massage with both hands and mouth, playing with the cold-warm feel and different textures. I wish I had words to explain how this feels... I simply lost it... every part of me was either melting or flooding!! I practically begged her to stop and start touching me elsewhere, allow me to touch, taste, feel her. Eventually Lynn accepted my plea. Her tasty, blushed, plump lips joined mine one more time in a desperate kiss, her amazing body lined up with mine. For the first time in my life a female body made full contact with mine and I just knew this was meant to be. I felt totally in love with this woman, I wanted her to feel the same, I wanted to cover her in kisses, I wanted to taste all of her body parts, I wanted to drown in the softness of her skin, in her silky red hair (and bush, red too, yup!) so I did. And she did. And we did. For what felt forever... Some four hours later (but who's counting) still in each other's arms, tired, happy, sweaty, grateful, full of love, drinking whatever warm champagne was left, we thought we heard a round of applause, an ovation that resounded in the room after such a skillful and heartfelt performance, in recognition of the unforgettable encounter of two souls tailored to each other. End of part 3. Now... real life goes on. Regardless of what happened at the FireHouse, Isabel still has to get into her usual persona, go home, face family, work and routine. Lynn has to return to her shoot in one and a half days. If you wanna know how this story keeps unraveling, please give a holler. If you're expecting steamy sexy scenes, they will have to wait, 'cause these people have a lot to sort out before taking it any further. Your call! Thanks for reading me and for your generous feedback. As always I'm in bichi67@yahoo.com. Have a good one!