meet her directly

I heard the audience go nuts outside as I sat down in the chair in front of the mirror. I checked my makeup. The big lummox hadn't done too much damage. I took a few deep breaths and looked at myself in the mirror. I flashed a smile, checked on the gun in my handbasket, and looked around. It was a nice dressing room. A couple bottles of brandy sat in an iced bucket. Lovely clothes hanging around, and plenty of make up.

I almost smelled her before she turned the corner. A drifting subtle perfume arrived just as she did. She was taller than she looked on stage, probably 5'7 without the heels, which pushed her close to 5'9. Her warm, smooth smile was held on a smooth face. "Hello, I'm Valerie." she said, sliding over to me as smoothly as a snake in butter. She held out her hand. I kissed it. She looked down at me, sitting in the chair, and bit her lower lip as mine touched her gloved hand. I might have been faking my look of lust, but hers was very, very real.

She pulled me to my feet slowly and took me in. A smile flashed over her brilliant eyes as her other hand touched my side. My breath caught as she pulled me close to her. I couldn't have stopped her any more than I could have stopped the time passing by. Our lips were inches from each other, our glistening eyes meeting. She was so subtle in her movements that I barely felt the straps from the evening gown slide over my shoulders. She shrugged twice, and her own fell to the floor in a pile of silk. Our breasts touched. A shudder ran through me. She smiled and half closed her eyes.

When our lips met, it was like a fire started in my mind. She pulled me close to her, our soft mouths exploring one another. She had a smooth, long tongue that lapped at my own, whipping it into life. I felt our pubic hairs tingle one another as our hips ground together and our breasts moved in slow, soft sways. I ran my hands up and down her bare back, one under her hair and one onto the perfect roundness of her ass.

She guided me back to the chair, and sat me down. She slid her silky long leg up and over my shoulder. She was a redhead, alright. I looked up at her, nervous. I'd never done this before. She smiled down at me, and pulled my face into her meaty, musky pussy. I started licking furiously, her scent riding into my nostrils, over my lips, and becoming a sweet, cidery taste on my tongue. She let out a long breath and sighed as my mouth worked on her pouty pussy lips.

She pulled my head back and lustily kissed me, licking her own juices from my lips, before grinding herself back on my face. I slid my smooth mouth down and prodded her wet, dripping hole with my tongue. She bucked and swayed and let out a low moan. Her fingers slid over her clit rapidly as her legs shivered. I kept sliding my tongue in and out of her as she rubbed herself faster and faster. Loud moans pulsed from her throat, low and throaty. She chest heaved. She gripped my head and ground her meaty pussy against me so hard that it hurt, and then her fluids filled my mouth as she came. I drank deeply of her spasming moistness, licking her pussy eagerly, sucking on her clit as she bucked and swayed. Her eyes came open and no sound at all came from her open mouth. She clamped down hard, and it was like time had stopped. All was still, and then she nearly collapsed.

I lazily licked at her pussy, prodding its moist lips, sliding over her clit. She guided my head away, and lowered her leg. She leaned back against the wall and ran her hands up and down her perfect body. I was soaking wet. She was staring at my slick cunt, and smiled.

"Mmm. That was good. Guess what I have planned for you?" she said, pulling her gloves off. I shuddered, and spread my legs.