Our Own Special Jazz
© 2005 Jude Mason

Music flowed softly around me as I approached our room. I love old jazz and she knew it. Knew, that when I entered and heard it, I'd follow until I found it, and her. The door left ajar so I’d spy her, naked skin so white you’d think she’d never seen the sun. Candlelight danced across her flesh as she swayed, her arms stretched above and her hair loosely flowing around her shoulders and down her back. Long and silver flecked, gorgeous.

 How I wanted to rush in and take her in my arms. I envied the dancing light that seemed to caress her, flickering from one place to another. Kissing her here then slithering across bareness to find another spot to play on. But more, I wanted to watch, for now at least. A solitary saxophone groaned out its sweetly sensual melody that seemed to have hypnotized her. I saw the darkened nipples that topped the breasts I ached to caress. Puckered and taut, they wobbled as she moved to and fro. Hips too wide for the fashion of the day, but lord, so perfect for holding.

Clenching my fists, I watched as, minute by minute, my own excitement blossomed and grew. She thought herself unobserved, or did she? I caught her glancing towards the door I stood behind. Her hands moved down over the soft, round curves I silently craved. Breasts pressed together, she dipped her knee and swayed that lovely round ass. Her head tossed to the side, hair veiling one creamy soft shoulder.

I could have sworn I saw a smile just before she turned away. Waves of black and silver tresses tantalized me as she let the music move her. A slow raunchy thing I’d found for us, weeks ago. I hadn’t known until then how much she loved it, as did I. The round globes of her buttocks drew me, her hands cupped and squeezed those plump mounds of flesh. My own hands crept down, and I moaned at the heat they encountered between my thighs.

Quickly shedding the clinging clothes I’d been strangling in. Sweater and jeans flung, who cared where, skin breathing as the last few bits hit the floor, and I joined her in her nakedness. Mind and eyes remained focused on my sexy, sweet lover, never leaving the slightly ajar door.

She danced for me, or herself, what matter, she had me spellbound. She fired me, made me want her all over again. I spied her as she rubbed her soft fleshy sex against her hand.  As the music moved her, the room became her masturbatory garden. Soft thighs wrapped around the arm of a chair then slid seductively back and forth. Her luscious ass ground on a cushion, as I watched, and ached to be under her. My finger curled in against my palm when I saw her flesh jiggle, as her passion grew more intense, so did mine.

Finally, I couldn’t just stand watching and stepped, naked into the room. She stopped. Trembling, her chest heaved as she fought for breath. Beads of sweat trickled between her breasts and I longed to lick them from her.

Extending my hands, I beckoned her to me, eager to take her, to touch her. Wickedly, she thrust her hips forward; her cunt glistened with the sweet juices I intended to taste.

She trailed her hand upward over breast and neck, slipping her fingers through the long silken hair, and brushed it away from her face. One step, then another; and she was in my arms. Soft skin wrapped around more soft skin, I shivered at the sensual feel of us together.

“How long have you been there, watching me?” she asked, in a voice grown husky with passion. I pulled her close, our breasts mashing together. I smelled her, the musky, sweet scent of her. It filled my senses as I leaned towards her, my lips touching hers. Softly brushing back and forth, flicking the tip of my tongue out, I caressed her mouth with it.

Her body was hot, sweaty from her dance and slick under my hands. Beneath the veil of her hair, I followed the crevice of her spine down until her soft round ass cheeks filled my hands. Pressing my knee upward, her legs spread and her silken folds rested on my thigh. Pulling her forward, the slick lips ground along my skin, so wet and soft.

“Too long, not long enough, damned if I know. God, I want you, feel me. No, dance with me.” I moaned as her arms crept around me and pulled me closer. The music was perfect and we moved as if we’d been practicing this dance all our lives. Our lips and tongues explored anew the flesh that had become familiar and loved. Each time she dipped her knee, I took the opportunity to trail a finger along the delicate folds of her cunt. Her wetness had spread and our thighs were slippery with her spicy mixture.

She tormented me with her personal brand of tease, trapping my clitoris then gently tugging as we held each other so sweetly. Our bodies moved together easily, rubbing and pleasuring through song after song. The slow sensuous drone of the sax, and her, knowing just how to touch me, was sweet torture. Soon we were almost unable to stand, our legs and knees pressed against each other, sweat dripping unnoticed. Our lips locked together, mouths agape as we savored the breath of the other.

Swaying slowly towards the bed that we shared, we moved as one to the sax’s wicked refrain. The back of her knees touched and I held her for long moments, unwilling to part. Carefully, trying not to break the contact we both craved, we sank slowly onto our bed. I straddled the ampleness of her hips, my pussy centered and pressed against hers. Her hands trembled as they trailed fiery lines towards my nipples, nails dragging underneath the curve of each breast.

Following her lead, I trailed my long nails towards the peak of her breasts. Our dance continued; the pleasure mounted as our knowledge of each other showed us the way. Rolling to the side, I twisted around and found her cunt with my mouth, and hers mine. Devouring her, I sobbed as her mouth hungrily found my swollen clit. With practiced ease, her fingers discovered again just the right spots to stroke or tug. Passions soared; our bodies wantonly thrashed together striving towards their peak. Softly tugging on those other lips, our fingers delved between then plunged deeply inside.

 Gentle thrusting was replaced by deep, hard fucking as we both came closer to bliss. Her guttural moans echoed mine and we wrapped our arms tightly around each other. I pulled her soft round ass savagely towards me as I sucked—wanting to give her such pleasure, as she’d never known before. Then the grinding of her hips, just as mine did the same, nothing could stop us. Uncontrollable ecstasy gripped me, flashing brightness behind my eyes. Her teeth and tongue tugged at my clit, that was all I felt and my cunt gripping her fingers. My mouth was suddenly filled with her sweet honey and I sucked greedily, drinking my fill of her. There was nothing but our dance, hers and mine, and the beating of our hearts together.

 We held each other, licking and sucking the last of the honeyed treat we joyously fed the other. Cheeks rested upon supple damp thighs while we spoke softly of love, and listened to our special songs, the jazz.