A bead of sweat started at her temple, quietly rolled down the side of her neck, meandered into her cleavage and pool just under her right breast. She bent her head and blew softly into her bra. Damn, it was hot! Thank God the sun was starting to set; bringing a much-needed cool-down. They had been waiting in the park for over an hour for the concert to start, in standing room only crowds – standing shoulder-to-shoulder with other die-hard Cajun Magic fans. As it was Portia’s white & lime green sundress with the sunflowers, that looked so cool and crisp just hours ago, had wilted and was now clinging to her thighs and hips like Saran wrap. Portia shifted her weight from one sandaled foot to the other silently wishing for just a little support to lean against. She darted a quick glance over to her long-time boyfriend and adjusted her spaghetti straps. She couldn’t help but smile. Leaning up against Clarence wasn’t likely. He would probably see that as a signal for PDA and want to bear-hug her. Normally she enjoyed the familiar feel of being wrapped up in his enormous arms. But in this heat! Oh, hell no! The last thing she wanted was a big heavy, sweaty arm around her shoulders. Her legs would just have to hold her up all by themselves today.
Portia liked Clarence a lot, she really did. She might even be in love with him, but sometimes she questioned their compatibility. Admittedly he was safe and their lovemaking predictable. The most risqué thing they’d ever done was that time Clarence suggested they make love on the kitchen counter one rainy afternoon. Portia stifled a giggle. She must have wiped down that counter with Clorox a hundred times afterwards, but at least that had been spontaneous. She sighed. No doubt with a budding career at a leading law firm, good credit, great teeth, and a decent body Clarence would make a good husband; and he treated her with dignity and respect. What else did she want? Her mother had asked her that very question a couple of days ago, just after reminding her that she wasn’t getting any younger and that her biological clock was ticking so loudly it was drowning out her favorite talk show. Very funny!
“Momma, I know he’s a good man,” Portia dragged out slowly – sighing and rolling her eyes at the same time.
“So what is the problem?” her mother demanded – more like an interrogation than maternal concern.
“Nothing is the problem, momma! I just wanna be sure we’re right for each other that’s all” Portia replied, trying as best she could to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“Right for each other? Girl, pleaseee, time and a wedding ring will make ya’ll right for each other.” Hmmmph she snorted, “that’s what wrong with some of you young women today. You get your fancy college degrees and a long job title and all of a sudden you don’t need a man!”
“I never said I didn’t need a man, momma!” Portia cried, unable to stop outrage and shrill from entering the discussion. “I’m just comfortable with my life and I don’t want to rush into marriage just because you think it’s time!” Oooohwee, how many times could they have this conversation?
“Well, just remember my words, Ms-High-And-Mighty. Good men like Clarence don’t come along every day and I would hate to see you miss out on having a family and making a home while you chasing God knows what!”
Portia knew it was only a matter of time before Clarence asked her to marry him; hell, they had been dating for almost five years. Everyone thought they were the perfect match. Both had established their careers and bank accounts, so it was the next logical step. Maybe her mother was right. What was she waiting for?
Just then the long-awaited Cajun Magic started taking the stage. The sun had finally relented and Portia felt the heat ease its stifling hold. She gently shook the hem of her now damp dress and was actually grateful she had skipped panties this morning. Such an impulsive act; so not her normal behavior for sure. But hell, they would surely be stuck up her butt by now held there with sweat and the starch from the cotton fabric. And it certainly wasn’t likely that Clarence would discover their absence.
The crowd had grown and was pressing toward the stage. It was amazing so many people loved the band’s music. What started as a couple of hundred people was now at a couple of thousand. Portia was actually glad that Clarence had insisted they get there early – even if it meant standing in the heat for over an hour. As usual, he was right. He glanced over and flashed a toothy smile – silently asking if she was ok. Portia nodded and managed to smile back without it looking like a grimace. He was good-looking she had to admit. Yes, maybe it was time. Maybe this was as good as it was gonna get. Aaah, thank God, the music was finally starting; the crowd began a slow-building roar of thunderous applause and all eyes locked on the musicians on the stage.
Portia started swaying to the music – OMG! This was her jam!! ‘Baaa-by, it’s only you and me’…that chorus and bass line took her right back to her college dorm days and her business law class! Clarence had both arms up in the air like he was taking a hoop shot – grooving like everyone else. So when Portia felt someone brush up against her from behind, she dismissed it as just another exuberant fan getting into the groove! The touch on her ass was light at first – almost imperceptible. She darted a glance at Clarence again as she shifted her position away from the stranger’s light touch as much as she could. Surely, she had mistaken this accidental breach for something more deliberate. But when he did again it didn’t take long for Portia to realize this man was rubbing her ass!! Portia tried to shift away again, but only managed to move less than a foot without bumping into the couple in front of them. She sighed and tried to concentrate on the music – certain that this stranger would realize shortly that he was invading her private space.
Portia was bumping her hips from side to side letting the music take over when this time he filled one hand with a globe of flesh and squeezed. Portia squealed out loud and Clarence responded with a wide smile while nodding his head, convinced that she had been moved by the band’s music. She tried to turn to see who the hell this was, but the press of the crowd all facing forward made it next to impossible to identify who had brazenly squeezed her ass. Could this man be any bolder? What the hell was he thinking with her boyfriend standing just inches away? She studied as many faces as she could from her peripheral vision, but they all appeared to be engrossed in the Cajun Magic. She glanced again at Clarence. How would he handle it if he knew that she was being felt up – right there in front of God and everybody? As if reading her thoughts, the stranger released his hold. Portia sighed in relief, realizing she had been holding her breath.
Portia was doin’ her thing, dancing and swaying as she settled into Cajun Magic’s thumpin’ groove basking in the now cooler breeze. She had almost forgotten about her daring stranger when she felt him begin to slowly inch up her dress from the back. Portia could feel the breeze on her thighs along with his caress across her cheeks. But this time, Portia didn’t try to turn to see her new ‘friend’, but closed her eyes – her mind’s eye following his hand. His fingers stroked and caressed her ass until she found herself gently pushing back into his grip. Maybe it was the music. Or it could have been her need for excitement. But she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this rush of excitement, so sexy and aroused. It didn’t make any sense – this was so unlike her. Her MO would have been to alert security, followed by a stern letter to the concert promoters and city officials! And Portia also knew that by not protesting, she was making a conscious decision at that point to give this stranger permission to touch her, and to follow the course of events to its climax – literally!
His touch was light but firm – alternately gripping and squeezing her soft mounds. Damn, it felt good and exciting as hell. But just as Portia got into the rhythm he laid down, he abruptly stopped again. With an almost disappointment, Portia waited for him to lower her dress. And just when she thought he had walked away leaving her exposed, she felt his hand again. Only this time, he stood closer and sliding his finger down her backside and straight for her v-jayjay! It was too late to shift or move – nothing to do but give in to the rush of physical warmth brought on by his middle finger.
Then she felt it; he had entered her pussy. He started a slow swirling motion that caused her hips to gyrate on their own. Oh my God, when did she get wet with arousal? First just the middle finger explored her core for what seemed like an eternity – in and out, making her arch her back. After establishing a twisting rhythm, he slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her. God help her! Portia couldn’t remember when Clarence had explored her like this. Her juices wet his appendages while pooling in her pubby hairs – powerless to turn off the flow. What was wrong with her? This stranger had found her sweet spot and was pushing his fingers inside her with a strong rhythm. He was in up to just past his second knuckle, he then dug deep until Portia thought her knees would buckle. As if on cue, Cajun Magic provided the perfect backbeat on the drums – the lead singer pleading, “..baaaby, I want cha. Gotta have ya!” – the crowd went crazy! He kept rotating his fingers and Portia's thighs parted wider without thought. The risk, the forbidden, the taboo made her drunk; she was like a puppet in his hands. Clarence had glanced at the look of euphoria on her face and must have thought again how much she loved the music because his gaze quickly turned back to the stage. He never questioned her flushed cheeks, the beads of sweat on her upper lip or slightly open mouth, or the fact that she was standing with her legs gapped open.
But when this stranger’s touch began a soft rhythm against her clit, Portia grabbed Clarence’s arm and titled her head to rest gently against his strong shoulder for support. Clarence answered by lacing his fingers through hers and kissing the top her head softly. My Lord! Could he not see? Could he not feel the gyration of her hips? The slight arch in her back? Didn’t he sense the erotic charge in the air? Portia was so wet she thought surely her honey, sticky and sweet, was dripping down her inner thigh. She pushed back into his hands welcoming his expertise. He teased her bud; fast then a slow stroking motion, then flicking. He jammed both fingers so far into her she felt his palm on her ass. He twisted into her, ramming into her over and over. She was sweating; hips continuing to gyrate when she almost moaned out loud – grateful that the music was loud. It was the most exquisite most divine feeling she’d had in her life. Her excitement was beyond caring about anything else but his fingers inside her. Nothing else matter but the cadence of the stranger’s appendages, and how he instinctively kept coming back to her sweet little bud as though they had been lovers for years. She didn’t care that someone behind them might see his hand on her ass, his fingers in her pussy or her proper little sundress bunched up in the back slightly exposing her thighs. It didn’t matter that the stranger thought she was probably some promiscuous whore. She didn’t care that Clarence was just mere inches from seeing the stranger’s hand. Hell No! Not tonight. Cajun Magic’s bass guitar, the lead vocals, the lyrics and, this incredible feeling was totally about her and nothing else. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
In and out. In and out. Twisting then directly fondling her clit. The strokes were maddening! Who knew fingers could work such magic. Somewhere she released a soft groan but didn’t recognize her own voice as he kept pushing in and out of her. Portia knew she was close to cumming like she never had with Clarence. No, this wasn’t some soft wave of comfort and joy she and Clarence had experienced in the darken room. This was different. This was a raw, gritty place Portia hadn’t been before. This was a tidal wave of emotional euphoria and physical excitement that she had only read about or overheard beauty salon patrons whisper about. This was a guttural and over-whelming building energy that threaten to bring her to her knees. He was flicking and rubbing her bud with such intensity Portia almost turned around and jumped in his arms – wrapping her legs around his hips! She couldn’t take the warm rush of good feelings.
Her orgasm started as a roar in her ears, then like warmth extending down her spine to her belly. She gripped Clarence’s hand until she was almost white-knuckled. He squeezed back just as the stranger’s fingers inside her reached a fevered pitch. He stroked, she quivered. He stroked, she gapped her legs wider. He stroked again pushing even deeper inside her all the while tweaking her clit. Before she could stop herself, she came. It was a thunderous avalanche of pure physical pleasure coupled with a forbidden exhilaration that tightened down in her core. She came in ripples that cause her legs to shake. Cajun Magic felt her orgasm and called out, “…let me love me now! Give me all of you…” Portia couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lip! Clarence wrapped one heavy arm around Portia’s shoulder and she reached up with her hand to caress his arm. It gave her brain and hands something to do as she tried to slow her breathing and her heartbeat. This time, the sigh was heavy.
The stranger withdrew and slowly pulled her dressed back down appropriately covering her ass. The crowd continued to jump and shout to Cajun Magic’s pulsating rhythm. Portia exhaled again, glancing up at Clarence. He smiled back. The stranger’s presence retreated and Portia felt a slight breeze and the gap of empty space between them. She didn’t want to know, yet everything in her wanted to see who he was. This man that seemed to know her likes, her weak spot, her breaking point. No, it was better to leave with just the memory of their encounter. Portia concentrated on the band and slowing her breathing. Minutes past and she realized she couldn’t control her curiosity. Just one glance was all she needed to confirm that what she just experienced was not a fantasy. Portia wanted to look at the face of the man who was so intimate with her; exposing her to true ecstasy…just for one brief moment. With delicate precision, she untangled herself from Clarence’s embrace and slowly turned completely around as though she were panning the crowd.
Nothing! He was gone! What the hell? How could he have disappeared so quickly? Portia hurriedly glanced right and then left, expecting to at least catch a glimpse of him slipping away into the night. Nothing. No movement, no shift in the wall of people, no break in the crowd. How could this be? The crowd was compacted on each other. Maybe she was dreaming after all, she thought as she craned her neck back and forth to detect any motion.
Clarence turned as well, scanning the crowd. “What you lookin’ for baby?”
“Nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew,” Portia said with a distracted quiet.
No, the dampness between her legs said she wasn’t crazy – she had been finger-fucked right here in this crowd. Just as she was about turn back to the stage, Portia caught the eye of an attractive woman in tight jeans and a skimpy blue tank top standing near her. Portia noticed the woman’s nipples protruding through the sheer material, screaming sensuality. She stared and Portia stared back—their gaze locked. Wait, could she be Portia’s erotic benefactor? The woman winked and a sly smile crept across her face.
OMG! Shock and disbelief overtook Portia’s expression. Her mind was racing. But just before Portia looked away, the woman slowly lick her fingers – her gaze never leaving Portia’s. There were no words that described Portia’s surprise. She had to tell herself to close her mouth. How could this happen? Not only had she experienced her first sexual encounter with a woman, but it was her first wild-abandon climax – in a public place. This was the first time her orgasm has been palatable, leaving her shaking and trembling – and sexually sated. She and Clarence had never been so erotic, never this sensual together – and never ever engaged in this voyeuristic type behavior. Portia slowly turned back toward the stage and Cajun Magic’s jammin’ music. She took a long look at Clarence’s profile. Could this be what she had been waiting for? Maybe what she needed wasn’t a good man after all.
About Ms. Shula Divine
Deborah Porter, aka Shula Divine, is a self-proclaimed erotica connoisseur. With a 20-year love and fascination for all things erotic and a passion for Black women’s sexual freedom, she also holds an impressive private collection of erotic sculptures and artwork. For several years, Ms. Shula wrote scripts for live erotic cabaret shows in Las Vegas. Currently, she is the purveyor of “Pleasure-Points Tours,” a sensuality travel company, and hosts her “Sybarite Sunday,” sex talk show. Ms. Shula is also finishing her book of erotic short stories, "Sweet Potato Pie.” She is a student of Kabbalah and makes her home in Panama City, Panama.
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