She started to tremble and with her oncoming rush, her fingers pulled gently on her lips, exposing her clitoris, pulling her hood gently back. That’s when I saw something you do not get to see every day. As she shuddered with the intensity of her orgasm a stream of juices spurted from between her fingers. This girl was in ecstasy, she spun around spraying her juices in a circle. I had to meet this girl.

The music lowered and the croaky voice of the DJ snapped us all back into reality, introducing the next act as someone wiped the floor dry with some towels. SafFire glided down from her stage and slowly walked with pride to her seat with the audience where her towels were waiting. She looked like she had just showered, smiling and glowing, patting herself dry, wiping her shoes. The shoes would be all she would wear for rest of the evening.

I followed after her when the show broke up. We met at the bar where she was pouring herself a drink. She was at least 6 foot tall in her shoes; her nipples were the only things I could see. Standing tall and proud, I blurted out softly to her “Can I lick your nipples please?”

Smiling, she turned her head towards me, putting one hand gently behind my head and the other under my chin, pulling her mouth down onto mine. I could only submit to her. I have been married twice and have had affairs with other women, but I have never been kissed like that before.