The Lap Dance Ch. 03

Phew. At least she's as crazy as me. Let's do this.

"Where did you get that dress anyway?"

"It's J Crew."

Laetitia leaned closer and positioned her right hand on the back of Stephanie's dress and commenced gentle stroking.

"Stephanie Bettencourt, you are so beautiful."

Time stood still and the air around them seemed to pause as, finally, after the agonizing anticipation, Stephanie and Laetitia met in a kiss.

Their lips' first conversation interrupted the silence with a sound that could have passed as dripping water from the bathroom down the hall. The soft, delicate peck unfolded second by second. Laetitia's upper lip glided across Stephanie's lower lip as their mouths allowed the first dance of many.

After five gentle lip locks, they pulled away and both giggled.

"Did you like that Stephanie?"

That question, coupled with the stirring aftermath of their first kiss, made her even wetter. She resisted the urge to cum right then.

"Um, yeah," she managed, feeling pathetic just after saying it.

"Don't be afraid to use your tongue," Laetitia said, pulling closer again then delivering the most seductive wink possible.

She gazed at Stephanie for a moment.

"I cannot wait to taste more of you," Laetitia said.

"I've been dreaming about this since I saw you on that stage," Stephanie confessed.

"Me, too."

With that, their mouths converged. Their lips locked again, this time with a splash of tongue. Laetitia struck first, introducing her tongue into the equation. After a brief moment of hesitation, Stephanie accepted and allowed Laetitia's tongue to dart into her mouth.

She loved this sensation and the other created by Laetitia's left hand finding her panties. After five forays, Stephanie reciprocated with her tongue, using it to explore uncharted, delicious waters.

She put her right hand on Laetitia's right breast and began vigorously massaging it.

Suddenly, Laetitia pulled away, which both startled and disappointed Stephanie.

"I'm sorr—"

"Wait," Laetitia said. "I want to dance for you. I want you to caress my body. We don't have to go so fast."

"Sorry," Stephanie repeated.

"Don't apologize," Laetitia politely commanded. "It's just that fast is what guys are for. I want this to be special. Have a seat on the couch."

She walked over to the corner stereo, fiddled with its many buttons then pressed play.

"Girl from Ipanema," Stephanie said, both in surprise and delight. "It's my favorite."

"Wild guess and I like it, too. I don't dance to this one at the club. Only for you."

"'Garota de Ipanema' is how we say it in Portuguese."

As Joao Gilberto belted the words, Laetitia gyrated and moved closer to a transfixed Stephanie.

"Doce balanço a caminho do mar. Moça do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema."

As Gilberto's soothing voice exited the speakers, Laetitia had saved her most sensuous moves for this private dance.

"Touch my body, feel it," she commanded. "Relax. No one's watching now."

Stephanie slowly moved her hands up and down her entertainer's dress and massaged those chilly but perfect stripper legs. She returned the favor and kissed Laetitia's ear lobe and neck and found her panties with her left hand.

Every movement was as inspired and artistic as the canvas in the living room.

"Ah, se ela soubesse

Que quando ela passa

O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça

E fica mais lindo por causa do amor."

As the song reached its climax, the two beyond-aroused women almost did the same.

When the last note sounded, Laetitia playfully put her painted index finger on Stephanie's mouth then pulled away seductively.

"How was that?" she asked before walking to the stereo to turn off the music.

"Um, I think if you danced like that for everyone, you'd have more money than Donald Trump."

"I almost came, Stephanie. The way you touched my body there was incredible."

"I almost did, too."

"Hold it together, girl, because we're just getting started."

Laetitia fetched the two wine glasses. "More wine, dear?"

"Yes, please."

She sat down next to Stephanie and petted her leg, sticking her tongue out in sexually-activated anticipation.

"You are so wet, Steph."

There was an awkward silence, during which both women took another sip of cabernet.

"Kiss me again," Laetitia instructed.

This third meeting of the mouths wasted no seconds engaging in intricate conversation. Stephanie didn't wait this time and let her tongue dance with Laetitia's. Their lips and tongues gently collided. This, too, was artful.

Stephanie did not want the kissing exploration to end. Laetitia tasted like everything she had sampled that night at the Palace and more.

"You are an amazing kisser."

"You're more amazing," Stephanie retorted.

After a few minutes of unbearably sexy tongue splashing, Laetitia stood up once more, unzipped the back of her dress and removed it, exposing her black bra and panties with jaw-dropping cleavage.

"Now, let's get you out of that incredible but at the moment, in-the-way dress."

Stephanie also stood and slowly removed the J Crew crown jewel, exposing her lace bra and panties.

"Your body looks like a dessert, Steph. Yum!" She licked her lips.

You're one to talk. I'm proud of myself that I didn't throw myself at you just after walking through that door. Your body is a fucking temple, Laetitia.

"Come sit in my lap."

Stephanie complied.

"Now, kiss me again."

Heaven.

As the two women exchanged more tongue darts and lip concertos, Laetitia guided Stephanie's hand into her own drenched lace panties.

Stephanie couldn't help but gasp for air and moan uncontrollably.

"This is better than a porno, right?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

Stephanie felt her own index finger enter her clit, followed by Laetitia's.

Paradise.

Laetitia's hand movements became more forceful until, at last, Stephanie felt some juice emerge from her pussy.

"Oooh baby, you just had an orgasm. The first of many tonight."

Laetitia pulled her hand out and licked the cum from her middle finger.

They met in another brief tongue-filled kiss.

"You want to see my tits, right?"

"Uh-huh," Stephanie managed.

Laetitia unclasped her bra and flung it at the stereo. Her humongous breasts were even more tempting and tantalizing on second view.

"You want to taste them, right?"

"Uh-huh."

As the bodacious boobs neared Stephanie's enchanted face, she objected.

"Uh, I haven't done this before."

"Don't worry about that. Do what feels natural. Don't worry about pleasing me yet."

Stephanie started with innocent pecks, merely acclimating her taste buds to these delectable ta-tas. Then, she allowed her tongue to circle the left nipple at a glacial pace, pausing to admire the thin trail of spit she had created. Her mouth switched back and forth, growing more comfortable with each second.

"Oh," Laetitia moaned. "You don't suck at that."

She likes it. Thank God. Maybe this won't be a disaster. I never knew these tasted so good.

They met for a lip lock to cap the first breast tasting excursion.

"Take off those panties and that bra," Laetitia said. "I'm going to please you now and taste you."

She helped Stephanie remove her remaining clothes, except for the high heels.

"Just relax and enjoy, Steph."

Laetitia expertly began by caressing Stephanie's delicate nipples and smaller but still supple breasts. Laetitia left many thin trails of spit that she quickly sopped up with her talented tongue.

Her mouth gradually moved from the now hard nipples to Stephanie's gorgeous belly and her bellybutton.

All the recipient could do was let out loud moans. When Laetitia reached her pussy, she blew on it and teased it before kissing every inch of both legs. The anticipation of Laetitia's mouth navigating her pussy was almost too much for Stephanie to take.

Don't explode too soon. Hold it together, girl.

Once the host had tasted every area of both legs twice over, she used her right index and middle finger to stroke a vagina that was already threatening to blow like Vesuvius then hold it open.

"Mmmm, dessert," Laetitia whispered, before burying her face in Stephanie's pussy.

Forget a tour guide. Laetitia's tongue went wherever it wanted without abandon, causing increasingly louder moans.

Stephanie had to suffocate the sofa pillow closest to her right arm to keep from spewing. No one had ever teased and awakened her clit this way.

"Oh God, Oh, Oh, Oh!"

Laetitia's tongue went deep and didn't miss any crevices of her vagina. Her hands periodically moved up to fondle Stephanie's breasts.

"Oh, Oh, God, Oh, I'm gonna cum again."

In an instant, like molten lava, more cum evacuated her pussy. Laetitia quickly grabbed Stephanie's arms and pulled her up so they could meet in a passionate kiss.

"I love the way you taste, baby," Laetitia said between breaths.

"I-I-I w-w-want to taste you, Laetitia, but I can't possibly compete with you. I mean, fuck, that was amazing."

"Remember, don't worry about pleasing me. This is your first time."

She helped Laetitia take off her black panties and couldn't help but do some lip licking of her own.

Just. I can't even. Two weeks ago, I didn't know this woman. Now, I'm about to eat her out.

She tried to follow Laetitia's veteran lead by starting with the legs. She kissed the belly and those breasts some more, too.

When her mouth was ready to consume the wonders of a French girl's clit, she began with the softest pecks of the night.

Wow, even this pussy tastes like Grey Goose. Yeah, baby!

A voyeur could have mistaken those first clit kisses for raindrops.

"Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah, but use your tongue."

"Okay."

Stephanie knew she wasn't up to Laetitia's level of tongue gymnastics, so she mimicked her new sex teacher and held the vagina open so she could immerse her face in it. Her mouth movements were simpler but quite effective.

"Oh, oh, you don't suck at this, either."

She tasted every juice and French kissed Laetitia's vajayjay until the supposed master herself was ready to climax.

"Oh, now I'm gonna cum! Oh, oh, Stephanie!"

They connected once again for a knockout kiss to end all knockout kisses.

"You want to sleep with me tonight, Steph?"

Duh.

She nodded instead of uttering that rude response.

As they spooned and traded neck kisses, Laetitia had to know.

"How was it? How was I? Did it meet your expectations?"

"To be honest, since we're doing that tonight, it was kinda weird at first, but then it was spectacular. I've never had sex this good, Laetitia. So, uh, yeah, you blew me away."

"Yay! Good night, beautiful," Laetitia whispered before landing one more kiss.

The two naked women, both works of art, fell asleep soon after.

Stephanie couldn't be sure if the invasion of sunlight or the hammering somewhere nearby woke her up first. She was sure of one thing, as she gazed at the still sound asleep force of beauty named Laetitia Barteau lying next to her.

There was no turning back now. This was no longer a curious trip to a strip club. It had become so much more than that. She had never felt this naked, this terrified, this exposed, this sexually sated.

Well, we fucked and it was fabulous.

What now?