Tessa felt Russell’s hand slide to her back. It was under her dress and his fingers were nimbly unfastening her bustier. She tensed.
“Look around Tessa,” he whispered. “This is appropriate behavior here. Can you give this to me?”
“Yes,” she said, after a moment.
“Good.” His fingers finished their work and Russell removed the bustier. “Ohhh…” he said, and his voice sounded like gravel.
Freed from the bustier, and with the dress’s very low neckline, Tessa felt cool air on her breasts and glanced down. Russell had tugged the silk bodice forward and her breasts were completely naked to his eyes…and hands. They listened to music while Russell teased Tessa’s breasts until she couldn’t take it any longer.
“Let’s go back to the hotel,” she said.
“We’re not finished here. We’re still backing out of the drive.”
“Well back out a little faster. My breasts are on fire.”
Russell laughed. “Is that what you really want?”
“No. It’s what I really need.”
“Bravo, student! Then you shall have it.”
Russell lifted one of the ice cubes from Tessa’s glass and pressed it against her right nipple. She gasped. “Part of the pleasure of making fire is putting it out, so you can start it all over again.” He replaced the ice cube with his warm, wet mouth.
“Ohhh,” Tessa said, wiggling under the pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” he said, “and look at the dance floor.”
She did. Three of the couples seemed to be copulating. The others were in various states of foreplay. None seemed bothered that they might have an audience.
“Tell me what you see.”
“What?”
“Tell me, of the things you see them doing, what looks most pleasurable to you?”
Ah. One of Carmen’s goals was for Tessa to explore what she did, and did not, like. Russell had brought her to this place, which served as an open laboratory of sorts, so she could see some possibilities.
“I will tell you, when we’re back at the hotel.”
Russell nodded, as if that was fair, and returned his mouth to Tessa’s breasts. He raked her nipples with his teeth and sucked them with such force Tessa was sure she would be black and blue. And she didn’t care. She watched the dancers and cataloged all the things they did that added to the wetness she felt between her legs. When she really couldn’t take it any longer, she told Russell it was time to stop, or time to take it to the next level.
“Then let’s dance,” he said, dropping her bustier on the booth seat and pulling Tessa to the dance floor. She was so aroused she didn’t care if everyone in the club saw the outline of her naked breasts through the silk dress.
Russell pulled her tight against him and began to sway to the music. Tessa could feel his penis pressing against her pelvis. It was hard and huge and she was wet and electric. She wondered if they’d become one of the copulating couples, like the one they were dancing next to. Despite proper etiquette, Tessa couldn’t take her eyes off the man as he drove his penis into his partner’s parted thighs. He thrust to the beat of the music and Tessa thought this was the most unusual dance she’d ever seen.