Richard and Paul had selected the music for the evening, and most was Enigma, Vas, Niyaz, some Cirque du Soleil, some sexy modern stuff, and a few classical. They wanted to ensure it was sensual and sexy in some way. At the moment “Justify My Love” by Madonna was belting out.
Most of the guests had moved onto the dance floor to enjoy the music and dance. All except James joined them. After an hour or so, they returned to their table, the girls said they were hungry and thirsty. Richard had a buffet set up in the large dining hall to cater for his guests. He suggested they all move up there then later come back down to dance some more or even find somewhere to play.
They all stood except for the Doc, he seemed to be fascinated by something on the dance floor. The Divinyls’ “I Touch Myself” was playing.
“We’re going upstairs, Doc. Coming?” Ty asked him but he either ignored him or did not hear. Ty nudged him.
James did not take his eyes off the dance floor as he spoke. “What? Oh, sorry, Ty, did you say something?”
“Yes. We’re all going to grab something to eat. Coming?”
“Um…no. No, not yet.”
Ty bent down to look across the floor, trying to see who had got James attention. The floor was packed with bodies but one was slightly apart and she seemed to be looking toward Doc. She was definitely in tune to the music, touching herself sensually.
“Why don’t you go and dance with her? She’s looking at you.”
“I don’t think she wants an oldie like me. She’s probably looking at all you young guns at the table. I have to admit, I’ve been watching her dance for a while.”
Ty laughed and waved to the girl, who waved back. He then pointed to Doc and she nodded her head, a big smile on her face. She was dressed in some filmy costume, layers of turquoise and purple strips of see-through fabric hung to the ground from around her hips. Her breasts were swathed in some of the fabric. She had a very elaborate headpiece like a Balinese crown and her mask covered in more jewels, like the headpiece.
“There’s your answer, Jamie boy, go get her.”
With that, he pulled the Doc to his feet and pushed him in the woman’s direction. Paul, Val, Gabe and Antony all stood with Ty, watching the Doc.
“Wow, I haven’t seen James fascinated by a woman like that before,” Paul remarked.
As James reached her side, the music changed to Vas’s “Samaya.” She began swaying in time then started a very erotic belly dance. The five men on the sidelines could not take their eyes off her and it looked as if James was nailed to the floor in front of her.
As the beat of the tabla sounded across the room, she began to sway and thrust. The haunting lyrics of Vas only added to the scene. As she writhed and twisted, her body’s sensual movements captured Doc. Suddenly she tore one layer of fabric from her body as the music tempo increased. A hush fell over the floor as couples stopped dancing to watch.
Gyrating around James, she removed another gauzy layer, then another. They fell to the ground around her as she danced just for him. More and more layers fell to the floor until, when the music ended, she dropped, almost naked, to kneel before him, head bowed, her hands pressed together in front of her breasts in the traditional Namaste greeting.
For a moment, there was no sound and then suddenly the room burst in applause. James was still frozen to the spot. He heard Ty and the others shouting his name. He shook his head and reached one hand down to her. She raised her head and placed a hand in his and he helped her to her feet.
She was gorgeous.
He had no idea what she looked like under her mask but he could see her bright green eyes and rich full red lips. He dropped his eyes to her body and drew a breath. Gorgeous, full breasts—she had rouged her nipples and areola, and she had a nicely padded body. Around her hips was a bejewelled chain. She had silver bracelets up her arms and tiny-belled silver anklets on each leg. He could not help but notice she had shaved her pussy and it sparkled with a light dusting of glitter to match the glitter on her breasts.
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“Lord.” She nodded her head. “My name tonight is Naddiya. It means moist with dew.”
Her voice was seductive. Someone picked up the veils she had dropped and handed them to James, shaking him from his inertia. James cleared his throat.
“I’m James, James Wilson.”
He still had hold of her hand and he felt her fingers squeeze his. He wanted to know more about her, wanted to taste those full lips. Instead, he stood there holding her hand. He realised he was standing like a little schoolboy. He grinned down at her and said, “Would you like to sit down?”
She nodded and took one of the veils from him. Deftly she twisted it around her body using it like a sarong, covering her from the waist down. Another she twisted around her neck and across her breasts, tying behind her. James was disappointed her lovely body was now covered, although, when he glanced down, he could still see hints through the see-through fabric. He had hoped to be able to look at it while they sat. She went to take the remaining veils but James shook his head and kept them for her. She winked at him and began to walk toward the side of the room.
James was flummoxed. Never before had he had a woman this desirable tell him she was his gift. He did what any normal hot-blooded man in The Club would do. He pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
Electricity sizzled between them as James kissed her, her mouth opened in invitation and James thrust his tongue inside to dance with hers. He felt her arms push aside his coat and begin to run up and down his back. His hands dropped to cup her cheeks and pull her against him. If she could not feel his erection there was something drastically wrong.
He rubbed it against her and she gave a soft moan into his mouth. He had to taste her glorious tits. Dropping his head, he ran a line of kisses from her neck to nestle between her breasts. He kissed one then the other then took one nipple into his mouth. She pushed her breasts forward so he began to suck then nibble at each.
Naddiya pushed her hand between them, into his boxers to run her fingers along his cock. James began walking her backward toward the bed. When she reached it, he lifted her and laid her in the middle. He stood for a moment looking at her as she looked at him. Pulling off his coat and headgear plus the stethoscope, he climbed onto the bed and looked down at her.
Her lips were parted and her breath came in little pants.
“Naddiya. What did you say it meant?”
“Remember—wet with dew.” She parted her legs. “Feel me, taste me. I want to remember this forever. I need to learn what I have missed.”
James did not need a second invitation although he was puzzled by her choice of words. He ran his hand up her leg and across the naked flesh of her pussy. He rubbed on finger onto her clit then down between her lips. She was so wet, he groaned in delight as he lowered his head to taste her.
She was all he imagined, sweet with a hint of musk. He dove his tongue along her slit and into her cunt. He could lie there all night tasting her sweet dew. He licked across her clit and then sucked it into his mouth, teasing the nub with his tongue, and she moaned. He pushed a finger into her cunt as he sucked and felt her push against his hand.
A second finger entered then a third, all the while, he sucked and nibbled on her hard clit. He began thrusting with his fingers and curving them at the same time. She quickly gripped them with her muscles and came over them. He licked all the delicious honey that poured from her as she came.
“Lord, let me suck your cock. I need to taste you,” she whispered.
James moved further up the bed toward her face. She sat up and kissed him.
“Can you please remove your mask? I want to see your beautiful face.”
She shook her head. “Tonight it is about mystery. I am yours for one more hour then I will disappear into the night forever. You’ll then only have your memories, for we all dwell on the past in moments of heartache.”
James groaned. He wanted to see her. He wanted to keep her with him not just for an hour. He shook his head.
“I want you for longer than an hour.”
Her voice quavered as she pleaded, “Please, Lord.”
She begged him and he was forced to agree. She asked him to stand beside the bed, and she then removed his boxers. She took his cock in her mouth. James closed his eyes in delight as her tongue ran up and down in time with the thrusting of her head. She used her teeth to increase his pleasure. With one hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers. He knew if she continued he would come, much as he wanted to he really wanted to come in that pretty pussy.
“Naddiya, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to feel my cock wrapped in your cunt,” he panted.
“If that pleases my Lord, it is what I would wish also.”
The headdress on her head made things awkward but James pulled her body to the edge of the bed. He grabbed one of the condoms from his coat pocket. She took it from him and delicately tore it open with her white teeth then rolled it on his dick before sensually lying back.
James held his cock against her, rubbing it up and down her, pushing at her clit, until she moan, “Please, Lord, please fuck me. Just once in my life I need to feel you inside me.”
He rubbed it against her once more then thrust into her. She cupped her breasts while he began to move, pulling at her nipples with her fingers. He could not take his eyes off her. He loved the little mewls she was making in the back of her throat. Using one hand, he began to rub her clit and pull at it as he pushed his cock in and out her lovely hot wet cunt.
“My Lord!” she screamed, and he felt her muscles grab his cock.