Page 77 of The Billionaire

“They’ve been kissing like this for at least half an hour and it’s driving me pretty much mad. How can they have so much self-control. Just fucking get it on.” She laughed as she took a sip.

“Madam?” A server handed me another pink drink and I took a sip as I felt instantly at ease with this stranger next to me.

I liked her. She was funny. I took another sip of my drink and let my tongue trail along the glass rim. This act caught the stranger’s attention. I could practically see her eyes popping out of her mask and I cleared my throat to cover a light laugh.

I watched the naked women in front of me. Their nipples were hard. Their juices flowed past their bare pussy and down their firm tan skin. Both were on their knees and with their thighs slightly spread apart as they slowly teased each other with long kisses, yet they barely broke past the entrance of each other’s lips.

As one would slowly open her mouth, the other would hold her lips open for a few seconds and seductively drag her bottom lip along her lover’s wet eager top lip. Then she would kiss with both of her lips the top, and vice versa.

A man next to me was obviously aroused as he grumbled his frustration of wanting them to get it on already.

“It’s part of the game. Hesitation. The build up. You can practically cum just by watching with the build up. Arousal is an art.” The female stranger instructed.

Arousal is an art. I liked that. I thought about Kyle, and our conversation in the car about the very same topic, arousal, the viewing of it all being like an art museum. They were right. There definitely was quite a lot to look at!

“So…how long will they do this for?”

She ever so slowly looked at me. I couldn’t see the motion of her eyebrows. Those were always a dead giveaway of so many emotions.

“Until someone is ready to change it.”

I watched the two beautiful women drive each other mad. Behind the women was a perfect view of the glistening water below. The waves coming in slow steady waves adding as a perfect accompaniment to their ever slow seductive kissing. Especially with the hipster synthesizer music blasting, making you feel like you were on a cloud of some fantasy.

Beside them on a side table was a digital clock. It designated when each second and each millisecond passed. I was just about to comment about the clock when the flicking strobe light from above could no longer remain just a curious observation any longer. What was upstairs?

“They just made it to thirty-five minutes.” She said.

“Have you been waiting here this whole time? I mean, watching?”

She nodded as her pointer tapped against the glass.

“I have.”

I was just about to ask if that’s all they’ve been doing when she placed her drink in my hand.

“And I’m getting quite wet and hungry. Hold my drink will you? Be a doll?”

Suddenly, a bad-ass melody played over head, the bass was low, the music hypnotic. Total perfect song for the bad-ass move she just did; she had everyone’s attention.

She stood in front of the ladies and slowly unzipped her dress from the side and let it drop around her ankles, revealing chiseled calves, and sexy strappy heels that wrapped just shy over her mid calves.

Damn.

Sexy shoes.

She wore a black lace thong with a matching bra.

I saw the side of her elbow slide down into her panties and could see her biting her lip through the window’s reflection.

“May I join?”

Both of the women slowly turned in their masks, and were the poster women for seductive city.

The blonde cocked her head to the side as her seductive eyes shifted in her mask towards her partner of the moment.

The brunette nodded her way. The raven-haired beauty joined the couple. A few others congregated now watching the show. I mean, the art, right? Or the act? Whatever. It was hot.

And Kyle was right. Some things do suit your fancy more than others. Sometimes you don’t appreciate the art until you’re up close and personal; then you see things you’ve never seen before and develop new tastes. I never was one for girl on girl but there was something about these women that I couldn’t shake my attention from.

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