Sequins and Squirt Pt. 01

Sara walked around the party, aware she was being watched. While she didn't expect to be invisible in this floor length sequin gown, she could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole in her. Pretending to look over the crowd, she stole a glance at the culprit. The beautiful woman who stared at her looked oddly familiar, with her long dark hair and Asian features. The coat jacket she wore fitted her petite frame in a way that gave her a commanding presence.

Sara subtly swept up beside her extrovert friend, Iris, and asked, "How do I do know her?" she rotated and tipped her head back, "The masc woman behind me?"

Iris leaned down, whispering, "Oh that's Clair, remember? From the Halloween party when you and Ara were together?"

Oh, Sara thought, that was the better part of a decade ago, no wonder she had forgotten.

That was back when she struggled to even look at another attractive woman other than her partner. That also explained the fog. Sara had long since moved on from Ara, but the pattern kept repeating. She kept finding herself in relationships where she was slowly starved for attention, deprived of her needs, and collapsing into herself to try to fit inside someone else's box. That was true then, and it was true now.

The hunger and pressure of unreleased lust in her current relationship had started to boil over, signaling the ending was imminent. She always gave too much of herself, waiting patiently through sweet unintentional lies of false promises, of change in time. If she just were to wait a little longer... And she always had, sinking many years in the process, never betraying her morals, and always being "good." But Sara found herself energetically and morally exhausted, no longer able to stomach the manipulation and chronic neglect.

Looking back toward her watcher, a surge of pleasure coursed through her, pulsing at the attention of her gaze. The hunter in her yearned to be released.

Sara strode over, making a bee line for Clair. As their eyes met, Clair's mix of attraction and panic was palpable. Sara tried to hold back from showing her delight as she feasted on the energy, her inner flame reigniting like a wildfire ripping through a field of dry wheat.

"I was trying to figure out how I remembered your face," Sara said playfully, perched against the pillar next to her. "Iris helped me out," she said, with a wink.

"Yeah that Halloween party! It's Clair," she said, pointing to her name tag.

"Are you and that girl still together?" Sara asked, remembering that whisper of a memory, at least. Years of cannabis use hadn't completely ruined her memory.

"Yeah, seven years now." She said, clearly attempting to hide an emotional twinge in her voice.

Sara looked down, "No ring?"

"No ring." She looked down, took a sip from the wine glass in her hand, and remet Sara's eyes.

Clair had clearly been fighting her own relationship battles, whatever they may be. In atypical fashion, Sara decided not to be nosy and ask, daring not shift the energy. The sexual tension was too delicious to ruin so willfully.

As the conversation continued, Sara couldn't help but flirt. The way Clair looked at her, wide eyed and with reverence, was something that felt foreign and long removed within Sara's relationship now. And she had to admit, it felt absolutely delicious. She had forgotten how feeling wanted and desired truly felt like. Something inside her ate it up like a starving animal.

Sara shifted infront of Clair, discretely pinning her against the pillar with her wide hips as the woman's eyes grew large. Leaning in, Sara let her lips brush Clair's ear before nibbling gently and pulling away. The waves of panic and desire washing over Clair were only feeding Sara's fire.

"I have an idea. Would you like to come to the bathroom with me?" Sara narrowed her eyes, feeling herself studying Clair, observing her like a predator surveyed their cornered prey. Calm down, she urged herself.

Clair processed the question, and her rich brown eyes managed to widen even further. The shy ones always had managed to encourage Sara, enticing her feral nature to devour them. Clair seemed to short circuit, her jaw quivering open to answer, and stopping again, as if understanding she stood before a wild animal. Silence, and then two nods, her sculpted jaw still frozen open.

A smile slowly crept over Sara's face, as she soaked up the tension of the moment before taking the woman's hand, guiding her through the crowd and into the large single stall of this ritzy venue. Sara shut the massive door, smirking as she noticed the solid wood construction, before rotating the lock.

She turned around to her blushing companion. Sara walked forward and used her hips to thrust petite Clair up onto the edge of the sink. Sequins broke off Sara's gown with the motion, but she couldn't have cared less in the moment. She pulled the suit jacket down from Clair's shoulders, pausing to breathe her in, and letting her lips trail down her neck, already salty from sweat.

She felt Clair quiver, and turn towards her. Their lips met with an electric spark, and she took her in with passionate fervor. Clair gripped the sides of Sara's face as she kissed her deeply, unleashing her equally ravenous fury. Sara couldn't resist tangling her fingers into Clair's long black hair, taking a fistful as she kissed down to her throat, which elicited a deep moan from Clair.

Sara paused, placing a firm hand in the middle of her chest, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She responded by undoing the buttons at her wrists and neckline before ripping her dress shirt and sports bra off in one swoop. She took Sara's face to her left breast. Sara took the perky, beautifully brown nipple into her mouth, teasing and nibbling to the sound of building moans, immediately drunk with the need Clair was displaying.

They found each others mouths again, and Sara heard the sound of a zipper as she felt her dress release, falling to the ground. Determined to get what she desired first, she flipped Clair onto her stomach on the bathroom counter, pulling her pants off in the process. Her legs dangling, and ass displayed, Sara started licking and kissing Clair's inner thighs, carefully brushing her lips over her puckered pussy, already wet with desire, never touching her clit. Clair spasmed, trying to get to Sara's warm tongue.

"Beg."

"Wha-at? Oh fuck, please fuck me. You don't even know how badly I need your tongue on my clit. Please, please, please fuck me!"

You don't know how badly I need this either, Sara thought to herself, cherishing this scene before her. Then, she noticed her own naked body was on display in all three mirrors for Clair to watch. With this in mind, she found Clair's eyes in one of the mirrors as she gently began to tease the woman's asshole with her tongue. Shocked by the sensation, Clair's brows stitched up and her jaw dropped open. This facial expression only fueled her animalistic urge and she began greedily lapping up all of Clair. The sweet musk of her and the warm wetness coating Sara's face had her own deep ache building within her. She inserted a finger, pulsing in rhythm with the suction of her tongue, building pleasure until Sara added a second finger, leaving two to tease Clair's slick ass.

Sara watched Clair in the mirror as she grew unable to be quiet, moans turning into half screams, white knuckles gripping the edge of the custom granite countertop. As she found her pleasure and violently bucked against Sara's face, Clair squirted repeatedly onto Sara and the floor.

Sara tried to catch as much of those juices in her mouth as she could, before it dripped out the corners of her mouth and down her naked body. She smeared the dripping mess with her hand before rubbing it down to mix with her own soaking wet core. Clair panted, body sunken and collapsed on the cold bathroom countertop.