Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground (11 page)

-23-

“It’s only five blocks, I can walk it,” Tessa said as Russell hailed a cab.

“We’re not going to the hotel.” Russell opened the back door and gently pressed Tessa to slide in. When he was in beside her, he gave an address to the driver.

“Where are we going?” Tessa asked.

“A private club.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t back out of the drive going eighty.”

Tessa thought about it and said, “Oh…”

Russell rested his hand on the back of her neck and played with wisps of her hair until the cab pulled up to a small brick building. Lights were on inside and music oozed from the door and windows. Tessa listened closely, made out the song, and said, “Sinatra?”

“And the like. Some contemporary versions, like Bublé.” Russell rang the bell and a man dressed in a tuxedo opened the door. “Russell Thompson and guest,” he said, showing the doorman a card from his wallet.

“Welcome back, sir. Is this the lady’s first visit?”

“Yes.”

“I hope you both enjoy.”

The doorman swung the door open and held it while Russell and Tessa passed through. “You know your way, sir.”

Russell took Tessa’s arm and escorted her from the foyer into a large open room.

“It’s a dance club!” Tessa said, looking at a dozen couples swaying to Bublé’s
Sway.

“It’s a very special dance club,” Russell said. And as he spoke, Tessa’s eyes went wide. Some of the couples were doing a little more than swaying.

Russell laughed softly. “The etiquette is this: glancing and even subtle watching is fine. Staring is inappropriate. Commenting is rude. Interrupting will get us kicked out. Let’s take a booth.”

The room was large, with a polished wooden dance floor in the center. Speakers mounted from the walls and ceiling enveloped the entire room, and the music was loud enough to cover the sounds of conversation and mask other assorted sounds. Tall, thickly upholstered booths lined the walls. There was a small bar at the end of the room and a hallway just off the bar.

“If you need the ladies room, it’s down that hall,” Russell said, pointing toward the bar. “What would you like to drink? I have water, soft drinks, red and white wine and rum.”

“You have…?”

“This is a membership club. We don’t have a liquor license. Members stock what they like and staff serves it.”

“Let me start with a Diet Coke, if you’ve got it.”

Tessa headed for the ladies room. On the way, she carefully “glanced” at the other couples in the club. She was grateful that the room was softly lit; her blush would have been a little embarrassing. When she returned to their booth, there was a tall glass of ice and an unopened Diet Coke waiting for her. Russell was drinking water.

Tessa settled in next to Russell. Apparently she hadn’t sat close enough, as he slid against her until his hips were touching hers.

“Do you like this kind of music?” he asked.

“On occasion.”

“How about this occasion?”

Tessa watched the dancers, and then turned her gaze to Russell. “It suits this place well.”

Russell rested his hand on her neck, as he had in the cab. This time, he lightly massaged the back of Tessa’s ear. When she relaxed, he whispered, “That dress suits you well.” His free hand lightly brushed the top of Tessa’s cleavage. “It shows off some excellent assets.” Tessa squirmed but didn’t tell him to stop, and Russell let his fingers roam further, until they were underneath the bodice of Tessa’s gown.

He turned his head to face Tessa but his eyes were not on her face. He was staring quite openly at the view her bustier afforded. “Beautiful,” he murmured, though Tessa wasn’t sure whether he was referring to the bustier or her.

He slid his long finger through her cleavage and followed her flesh until he reached her belly button. Tessa shivered, and Russell smiled. He touched her breasts and nipples through the bustier’s delicate lace and he traced the path of its stays and piping with long, slow strokes.  He kissed her softly and asked her if she wanted more by resting his tongue on her lips. She parted them, and Russell explored her mouth, softly and sweetly. She completely relaxed in his arms, so Russell put the car in drive.

Tessa felt Russell’s hand slide to her back. It was under her dress and his fingers were nimbly unfastening her bustier. She tensed.

“Look around Tessa,” he whispered. “This is appropriate behavior here. Can you give this to me?”

“Yes,” she said, after a moment.

“Good.” His fingers finished their work and Russell removed the bustier. “Ohhh…” he said, and his voice sounded like gravel.

Freed from the bustier, and with the dress’s very low neckline, Tessa felt cool air on her breasts and glanced down. Russell had tugged the silk bodice forward and her breasts were completely naked to his eyes…and hands. They listened to music while Russell teased Tessa’s breasts until she couldn’t take it any longer.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” she said.

“We’re not finished here. We’re still backing out of the drive.”

“Well back out a little faster. My breasts are on fire.”

Russell laughed. “Is that what you really want?”

“No. It’s what I really
need
.”

“Bravo, student! Then you shall have it.”

Russell lifted one of the ice cubes from Tessa’s glass and pressed it against her right nipple. She gasped. “Part of the pleasure of making fire is putting it out, so you can start it all over again.” He replaced the ice cube with his warm, wet mouth.

“Ohhh,” Tessa said, wiggling under the pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” he said, “and look at the dance floor.”

She did. Three of the couples seemed to be copulating. The others were in various states of foreplay. None seemed bothered that they might have an audience.

“Tell me what you see.”

“What?”

“Tell me, of the things you see them doing, what looks most pleasurable to you?”

Ah. One of Carmen’s goals was for Tessa to explore what she did, and did not, like. Russell had brought her to this place, which served as an open laboratory of sorts, so she could see some possibilities.

“I will tell you, when we’re back at the hotel.”

Russell nodded, as if that was fair, and returned his mouth to Tessa’s breasts. He raked her nipples with his teeth and sucked them with such force Tessa was sure she would be black and blue. And she didn’t care. She watched the dancers and cataloged all the things they did that added to the wetness she felt between her legs. When she really couldn’t take it any longer, she told Russell it was time to stop, or time to take it to the next level.

“Then let’s dance,” he said, dropping her bustier on the booth seat and pulling Tessa to the dance floor. She was so aroused she didn’t care if everyone in the club saw the outline of her naked breasts through the silk dress.

Russell pulled her tight against him and began to sway to the music. Tessa could feel his penis pressing against her pelvis. It was hard and huge and she was wet and electric. She wondered if they’d become one of the copulating couples, like the one they were dancing next to. Despite proper etiquette, Tessa couldn’t take her eyes off the man as he drove his penis into his partner’s parted thighs. He thrust to the beat of the music and Tessa thought this was the most unusual dance she’d ever seen.

“Does watching them turn you on?” Russell whispered.

Tessa nodded, but felt a little dirty for feeling that way.

Russell slid a hand underneath Tessa’s skirt. “What’s this?” he said, feeling the slip-shaper.

“My slip.”

“It’s in my way,” he said, like a driver annoyed at an approaching roadblock. He slid the tight-fitting slip up past Tessa’s hips and then he grinned, ear-to-ear. “My goodness, who’s not wearing any underwear?” He stroked Tessa’s moist slit with his finger.

“The sales clerk said I shouldn’t,” Tessa said, embarrassed. “The panty lines would show through the silk.”

“Thank God for panty lines,” Russell said, and he whirled Tessa around so they were dancing with her back against his chest. He pulled her to him tightly.

“What are you doing?” Tessa said, feeling the palm of his hand against her mound, pushing her backside firmly against his crotch, and the huge hard-on in his slacks.

“You told me to back out faster. That’s what I’m doing. Do you want me to stop?”

The couple next to them started moving faster than the beat of the music. The woman ground her hips into the man and he responded by grinding his teeth on her exposed breast. She moaned and threw her head back, as if to ask for more. Part of Tessa was appalled by such a public display, part of her was hot.

“Just don’t get a speeding ticket.”

-24-

Russell and Tessa danced two more songs, during which Russell’s fingers were very busy underneath Tessa’s dress. He massaged her clitoris to near climax, and just before her spasms began, he stopped. Tessa stomped on his foot and he told her he was just following her orders not to get a speeding ticket. He played at the opening of Tessa’s wet core, seemingly just fiddling around to the beat of the music, until she began to contort her hips in an effort to create more effective stimulation.

“I take it you are no longer worried about speeding tickets,” he said, and he abruptly plunged two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, and ground her hips onto his fingers.

Russell chuckled. “More? Faster?”

She nodded.

Russell inserted a third finger easily; Tessa was so wet her juice was trickling down her legs. “Do you want to come now?” he asked, nuzzling at her neck.

Did she? The angel on one shoulder told her this was still a public place and it was completely improper, totally vulgar. The devil on the other shoulder reminded Tessa that the skirt of her dress was covering her; that no one could actually see what Russell was doing under there. As she debated, Russell’s fingers continued to move in and out, building tension that was quickly becoming unbearable. When she could take no more, the devil on her shoulder screamed,
tell him hell yes
!

And that’s what Tessa did.

Russell danced her over to a corner for a greater sense of privacy. One hand worked her G Spot, though Russell also kept pressure on her clitoris. The other hand kneaded a breast. Tessa was in agony of the most delicious kind, and when Russell’s mouth took her nipple, it launched Tessa into waves of spasms so intense she almost lost her balance.

“And you thought you couldn’t climax,” Russell whispered as he held a breathless Tessa close. When she’d recovered her composure, Russell tugged her slip back down, repositioned her silk bodice and walked her to the ladies room. “There are clean towels in there, if you want to freshen up.”

***

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Tessa nestled against Russell and wondered what racing down the highway would be like if that was still backing out of the drive. She supposed she was going to find out. Soon.

“I have to stop at the concierge for a minute,” Russell said, as they entered the hotel lobby.

“Do you want me to wait with you, or go upstairs?”

“Wait with me. It’ll only be a minute.”

Tessa was surprised to find that Russell had left an overnight bag with the desk. Alone in the elevator, he said, “My things, and other things,” he said, lightly shaking his bag. “We’re sleeping together tonight and tomorrow night. And it won’t all be sleeping.”

Tessa thought of one of her mother’s favorite expressions, one she’d learned from her mother: Boy Howdy.

As soon as they were inside the room Russell pinned Tessa against the wall. “Quick, tell me the thing you saw on the dance floor that turned you on the most. Don’t analyze, just answer.”

“It wasn’t on the dance floor. I saw a couple in a booth, on the way to the ladies room.”

“What were they doing?”

“She was sitting in his lap. Their clothes were on but I could tell by the way he was moving his hips that he was inside her. She had this incredible expression on her face. It made me want to try it.”

“What else?”

Russell continued to press Tessa against the wall until her back was literally against it. She told him about the things that were hot, or at least interesting. She also shared what she didn’t like.

“One of the dance floor couples was actually a threesome. Two men had one woman pressed between them. I broke the rule and stared. It looked like one of them had his penis inside her while the other, the guy on her backside, had his fingers up
there
. Both of them were moving inside her. It looked painful.”

“I saw that too,” Russell said. “Easy to spot since the woman’s skirt was up around her neck. Did it turn you off because it was two men and one woman, or because of the anal stimulation?”

“Probably both.”

“Okay, that’s fine. We don’t all like everything. You get to pick, but you should understand that properly done anal stimulation can be very pleasurable. You shouldn’t reject it out of hand. No pun intended.”

“My ob-gyn sticks her finger in there during my annual exam. Nothing pleasurable about it.”

“That’s entirely different. But I get it.”

Russell led Tessa to the bed, turned her toward the bathroom wall, and said, “I want you to sit. Right there, and do not turn your face away. You are to watch it all, and do whatever comes naturally.”

He went into the bathroom, raised the privacy curtain, blew Tessa a kiss, and stepped into the tub. His shirt came off in slow motion. He played with each button before he undid it. When at last all buttons were undone, he rolled his massive shoulders and inched the dress shirt down his back. Tessa hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until his shirt hit the bottom of the tub.

Russell turned his attention to his waistband next. He unhooked his belt, his fingers touched the zipper, and he stopped. He looked at Tessa, who watched with open mouth and growing heat. Instead of unzipping his pants, he ran his hand up and down his crotch until the bulge was visible to Tessa a dozen feet away. He blew her another kiss, and unzipped. His slacks fell to the tub and he stepped out of them. Tessa expected him to essentially repeat the process with his briefs, but he surprised her.

Russell’s white briefs strained at the crotch. He was full and hard and instead of a slow reveal, his briefs were on the floor in one, quick motion. He fondled his manhood while he scooped his clothing out of the tub and turned on the water. Instead of facing the shower head, he faced the glass wall and watched Tessa as he used the soap as lubricant and his hand for friction. Tessa watched, fascinated. She’d never seen a man masturbate before. Her core was warm and becoming wet.  Russell stopped before he climaxed. He rinsed the soap off and wiggled his finger at Tessa.

He wants me to come into the bathroom
, Tessa thought, and felt embarrassed. The longer she watched Russell, the more aroused she had become. She’d gotten so wet her dress had a stain on it.

He wiggled his finger a second time, and shouted, “Don’t make me come get you.”

Tessa went to the bathroom and stood in front of the tub.

“A little striptease goes a long way towards getting the juices flowing,” Russell said. “If you’re unsure with a man, sometimes it’s a good way to begin.” Russell stepped out of the tub. “Now it’s your turn.”

“I’ve never tried to take my clothes off, sexy.”

“Just have fun with it and you’ll find your own style.”

He took a seat on the bed and motioned for her to begin. Tessa’s face was almost the color of the pomegranate silk she wore. She unzipped the dress and slowly shimmied until the top of the dress fell forward. She lifted her arms out of the armholes and wondered what to do next. Russell was staring at her, and she felt like a complete idiot.

Tessa decided to take off her dress. She wiggled her hips until it fell to the tub. She stepped out of it and placed it on the top of the towel rack. Now she was in her sexy bustier, a little askew thanks to her hurried redressing in the club ladies room. And, of course, she had the skin tight shaper slip Russell hated. She glanced at Russell and he was smiling.

To bare her breasts and belly or her whole bottom half? She was embarrassed to do either, but eventually she’d do both, so she opted to remove the slip first. Tessa gripped the slip and tugged it down to her ankles. It wasn’t graceful but the slip had gripping power and it wasn’t moving without a fight. She stepped out of it and looked at Russell. His smile was gone, replaced by a very intense stare. It gave Tessa goose bumps.

Now she was down to the bustier, since she hadn’t worn undies. She could unhook it and get on with the shower, or she could give Russell a real show. The devil on her shoulder squealed with delight. The angel was stunned into silence.

Instead of removing her bustier, she adjusted the shower head and positioned herself so the spray was a direct hit on her crotch. She moistened her fingers in the spray, and began to rub her clitoris. When she glanced at Russell, he was standing…and clapping. She felt her face flame with heat, but she was proud she’d overcome her body shame enough to put on a little show.

Tessa was too tense to enjoy the self-stimulation, but she stayed with it long enough to satisfy Russell. She unhooked her bustier and stepped under the water. While she soaped, she forgot she had an audience. She’d gotten so grimy at the club that her focus was getting clean, not getting off. She was interrupted by a rap on the glass.

“You’re not bathing the cat,” Russell said, loudly enough to be heard over running water. He pointed to Tessa’s mound, which she’d been washing with determined efficiency.

Tessa shrugged, rinsed, and turned the water off.