An Ordinary morning Part Five
20:37 P.M. 23rd January 2009
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David Stapleton went down on his knees, to show his obeisance as he kissed the feet of his Mistress and Celine turned from the attractive, yet vapid redhead, to her left.
She smiled at the Asian woman, whose attention had been centred on her, for the last hour or so.
"You like what you see, don't you?" She asked. Celine liked being direct, enjoying the response obtained, as people just didn't expect it.
Yumi, Mistess Yumi, certainly hadn't expected to hear Celine ask what she had.
She blushed.
"Yes, I do," she replied in a hushed voice, briefly lowering her gaze downward.
Celine kept her face straight, although she wanted to smile: `Too easy,' she mused.
The Asian was blushing; even amidst the flashing lights she could see that.
Celine reached out with her right hand and caressed the Asians bare shoulder, then slid her forefinger beneath the halter-strap to the woman's tight leather basque.
Exerting a little pressure on the Asian's shoulder, she encouraged her to look up.
Their eyes met.
Yumi's heart beat faster and was all she heard, as the noise around her began to dissipate into nothingness.
`Please start...' she entreated, her eyes focussed solely on Celine's, very aware of the woman's touch on her shin. It felt, electric.
Yumi was mortified at herself.
She felt like she was a teen again, with a schoolgirl crush.
It was surreal, to her.
`I don't do this,' Yumi thought, remonstrating with herself, for such foolishness: and, pleased, that her heart had started up again.
"I like what I see as well," Celine said softly, as Yumi watched her mouth and each syllable form.
The tension between them was palpable.
And as the finger left her shoulder, Yumi watched the fingertip as it approached her lip-stick coated lower lip.
Celine pressed gently, opening the Asian mouth, a little.
Then Yumi's eyes opened wide, as the finger slid into her mouth, along the middle of her tongue.
"You like penetration," the Asian heard the dark-haired Goddess say with a smile; and she felt a tremor throughout, as she came to terms with her submissive act.
`I don't do this,' Yumi thought, castigating herself, even as that finger began to slide slowly back and forth.
Yet, in less than five minutes, she had done just that.
She was a strong woman, with men and women, willing to do anything for her.
Yet, here she was, opening herself up to another, in a way she would never have contemplating, before tonight.
She was aroused. Yumi knew. So did Celina.
As the finger slid back and forth, mistress Celina stroked her thrall's hair, as he drew harder inside his panties, very aware of her touch.
"I've leaving soon, would you like to join us?" She asked Yumi, as she withdrew her finger, very slowly, still looking directly into the Asian's eyes.
And Yumi nodded, eagerly. Nervously.
`This was certainly no ordinary night at the club,' she observed minutes later, as she stood and followed Celine and David the clubs entrance.
The car had already been brought round for them and the doorman watched, with a grin, as he watched David hold the back car door open for the two women to enter, with his head bowed.
"Well," he muttered around his cigarette, "someone's gonna have an extraordinary night."