"What's a touching room?" Now willing to play her sexy game for fear that she'd leave again, but not knowing where to direct her question, unable to see, Janet spoke, as if she was speaking to an Alien or to God. As soon as she asked her question, she felt the woman's magical hand on her breast and, even though the woman wasn't moving her hand and not fingering her nipple, wanting to be touched, her nipple responded and pushed against the palm of the woman's big hand. Just as with the mere touch of her ass, the mere touch of her breast made her feel so wanted, desired, sexy, and horny. Just as she didn't move her hand, when it was placed on her ass, the woman didn't move her hand now, when it was placed on her breast, even though Janet wished she would. So erotically sensual in her touch, Janet wished the woman would fondle her breast, before fingering her nipple through her blouse and through her bra, while kissing her. She wished she'd put her other hand to her other breast and do the same. Without even knowing what the woman looked like, without even knowing her name, her bold touch was so very sensually erotic. With the total darkness of the room adding to her sensory deprivation of never knowing where and when she'd be touched, this phantom woman so excited her in more ways than when she was with her lover in the bright light of day. In the heightened desire she felt, if the woman unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her front snapping bra and she wished she would, she'd let her touch her naked breasts and finger her nipples, before sucking them.
"With you never being here before, I want to be sure that you know the rules," she whispered so close to her ear that she thought the woman was going to stick her tongue in her ear and, when she didn't, she was disappointed that the woman didn't lick her ear.
"Rules? There's rules for touching?" Fruitlessly trying to act as calm and as cool as the women, rules or not, so wanting to be touched, Janet tried her best to see through the darkness but she couldn't see any part of the her.
"I don't know the rules," she said biting her lip with sexual anticipation. Afraid to ask, but wanting to show the woman that she was interested, she asked.
"Will you tell me what they are?"
"Too boring to tell you what is allowed, I'd rather show you," she said gently squeezing her breast, before lightly and slowly circling her nipple with her fingertip. Immediately Janet's nipple hardened.
"Showing is so much more exciting than merely telling, don't you think?" Janet felt the woman's hot breath in her ear, before she felt the woman's tongue exploring her ear deeper, as deep as she wanted her to explore her pussy with her tongue and fingers. Oh, my God. Instantly, she felt a familiar warm, wetness between her legs. As if experiencing a sexual fantasy in a dream state, never had she felt so manipulated and controlled and she liked the feeling.
"You may show me, if you'd like," whispered Janet with breathless trepidation, while figuring the woman was about to touch her in all the places she suddenly so wanted and needed to be touched. If only for the sake of showing her the rules, she couldn't wait for the woman to show her what was allowed and not allowed to do in the touching room.
"If I make you uncomfortable, just say so and I'll stop," whispered the woman breathing her words in her ear, again, in the same way that she did at the bar.
"Have you noticed," she said running a slow finger down the length of her naked arm,
"that the darkness in the room makes all of your senses heightened? After a while, once you get over your fear of the darkness, you won't need a light to feel and to see." Then, the woman flicked out her tongue again and licked Janet's ear deeper and, twirling it around, as if fingering her pussy with her tongue, she licked it longer and deeper. Something she never liked before, a wet tongue in her ear, especially when in the backseat of a car with a man, now so very aroused, she loved having her ear licked.
"Yes, I understand," said Janet breathlessly, while quivering and quaking with sexual desire for the woman.
"Being touched under these circumstances, where you can't see the one touching you, but can hear, smell, feel, and taste the one touching you is much more of an intensely sensual and sexually erotic experience," she said whispering in her ear again to be heard over the loud music that played throughout the club, but that was muted in this dark, touching room.
"Will you give me your permission to lick you?" Lick me? Are you kidding me? She wants to lick me here and in public, albeit in the dark room? Oh, my God, I would so love to be licked by her. Thinking all of that, she didn't say any of that. Sure, she thought, you may lick me. Yours for the taking, you may do whatever you want with me. There's no way that I want to lose you again. Janet wanted to strip naked and scream yes. Already so very wet, she wanted to throw her arms around the woman's neck and French kiss her and touch her in all the places that she's been touching Janet. She couldn't wait for the woman fell to her knees, lifted up her short skirt, pull down her bikini panties, and fingered her, while licking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Eat me, she wanted to scream. She couldn't wait to feel the woman's tongue lapping up her wetness. She couldn't wait to be so touched, fingered, and licked by a sexy stranger in the dark, touching room.
"Yes," said Janet in a desperate but controlled voice, followed by the only words she was able to utter.
"You may lick me." I need to be licked, thought Janet. I so want to be devoured by her tongue, while she fucks me with her fingers. Lick me, please, lick me. Stick your whole face in my pussy. Make me cum. I so need to cum. I can't wait to feel your mouth on my pussy. Eat me. Eat me. Eat me. Then, as if Janet was a giant lollipop or a scoop of vanilla ice cream perched atop of a cone, as if the woman was a dairy cow, from her jawbone to her temple, she slowly and carefully licked the side of Janet's face.
"Mmm, you taste good," said the woman with a lusty, little laugh.
"I can only imagine what the rest of you taste like."
"I can only imagine," said Janet disappointed, while wiping the woman's saliva from the side of her face with the palm of her hand. Even in a darkened room, feeling the hordes of other woman around her and never having had a sexual experience in such a public area, she was excited to continue playing this sensually sexual game. Wanting and hoping the woman would touch her, finger her, and lick her elsewhere, and not disappear in the crowd in the way that she did before, she waited with great expectation for the woman to whisper her words in her ear, before touching her again.
"Close your eyes," said the woman.
"Close my eyes? Why? I can't see with them open," said Janet with a laugh.
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