The only light in the living room came from the fire in the fireplace and a couple of candles that Marie had lit. Some mellow music was playing; Jessica poured everyone a snifter of brandy and for awhile they all just sat around staring at the fire.
Then a new song started, something slow but sinuous with an African rhythm. Moving as if impelled by a force beyond her control, Celeste stood up and began to dance.
The rest of them just watched, hypnotized, as Celeste swayed and gyrated, firelight reflecting orange on her ebony skin. Her dance was both innocent and sexy, expressing both sensual pleasure and a pure radiant joy. Looking on, Jessica realized that she already felt a deep intimacy with Celeste, although they’d barely spoken and never even kissed. Looking around the room she felt like they were complete, now, as a family. She hadn’t realized that anything had been missing before, but apparently it had.
A new song started, one with a heavier groove and a bassline that made the floor vibrate. Modulating the rhythm of her movement, Celeste began to strip. She pulled off first her shirt, then her bra. For a while she danced topless, nipples jutting out boldly, breasts bobbing gently up and down. Jessica bit her lip, a sheen forming on her forehead, wetness between her legs beginning to make itself known.
Still flowing with the music, Celeste somehow, without missing a beat, got her pants off and let them fall. Now she was dancing in just panties and socks, turning and posing, showing off her assets. Jessica sat and sipped her cognac, wide-eyed with wonder at the beauty before her.
Then Celeste’s panties hit the ground at Jessica’s feet. Her naked body was magnificent, glistening, glowing. She twirled once, twice, three times, and landed in Jessica’s lap. The two of them looked into each other’s eyes from inches away. Something passed between them, some unspoken communication. And then they kissed.
Celeste’s lips were plump, juicy, and pillowy-soft. Jessica chewed and sucked on them, feeling the warmth of Celeste’s nude body against hers. Then their tongues met, probing gently into each other’s mouths. Jessica reached out and gently caressed one erect nipple, then cupped the breast, feeling its weight in her hand.
When they broke the kiss, Celeste quietly whispered a few words in French into Jessica’s ear. She didn’t know what they meant, but they sounded wonderful. Then, in one deft move, Celeste spun and dropped, ending up on her knees in front of Jessica. She untied the sash of Jessica’s robe and let it fall open.
Jessica looked over at Marie. “Tell her she doesn’t have to do this.”
Marie translated for Celeste, who replied with a few sentences in French. “She says she wants to,” said Marie. “She says you’re a very beautiful woman. She says just lay back and let her do the work.”
Celeste raised up on her knees and leaned forward to lick and suck one of Jessica’s nipples, then the other. Jessica sighed and leaned back in her chair, catching a whiff of her own arousal drifting up from between her legs.
Jane and Marie cuddled together on the couch, watching as Celeste lavished attention on Jessica’s breasts, licking every inch of them, taking each one into her mouth, gently biting each nipple. Jessica closed her eyes, savoring the wet softness of the younger woman’s mouth on her flesh.
Celeste kissed Jessica’s sternum, tongued her navel. She traced her lips across the smooth skin of Jessica’s abdomen, pressed her nose into the nest of silky blond curls.
Just then Jessica began to have a sort of out-of-body experience...it was like she was floating above, looking down at the exquisite dark-skinned beauty poised between her legs. Her own head was thrown back, arms gripping the chair, eyes closed in a transport of ecstasy. Celeste extended her tongue and ran the tip gently along the furrow between Jessica’s pussy lips; Jessica saw her body shiver, heard a moan emerge from deep in her diaphragm.
Then it was over, and she was back in her body, vibrating with pleasure as Celeste’s tongue fluttered on her clit. Jessica opened her eyes and looked down at Celeste, who met her gaze coolly, and then she was coming – back arching, toes pointing, cunt muscles spasming wildly. She let out a long, throaty moan and went limp.
Marie and Jane looked at each other. Neither of them had ever made their mistress respond quite like that. Celeste was gifted, clearly. She also knew exactly how long to let Jessica recover before starting up again, at first slowly and then gradually accelerating toward another orgasm. In all she made Jessica come five times before she stopped and rested her head on Jessica’s thigh. Jessica stroked Celeste’s hair and caught her breath as she gazed at the crackling fire, suffused by a deep sense of contentment and well-being.
* * *
After closing and belting her robe, Jessica had refilled her glass of cognac, added another log to the fire, and returned to her seat, wrapping a blanket around herself. She had an idea of what she wanted to happen next, and being who she was, she made it happen.
Marie, Jane, and Celeste arranged themselves in a circle near the fireside, close enough that their breasts were touching. All three were naked now except for their socks. For awhile they just kissed, in pairs and all together. Then they began to play with each other’s boobs, stroking each other’s nipples to see whose could get the hardest and longest. Celeste was the winner, and in recognition of this, Marie and Jane treated her breasts to a thorough tongue bath.
At Jessica’s behest, Marie stretched Celeste out full-length on the plush white area rug in front of the fireplace. The darkness of her skin made for a striking contrast against that background; it would have made a nice painting, Jessica thought.
Marie and Jane knelt by Celeste’s feet, bending forward until their heads were at ground level; in this pose it almost looked like they were praying. Each kissed one of Celeste’s feet, and then they began to work their way up their respective legs, kissing and licking ankles, knees, thighs. They met between Celeste’s legs, where Jane went low, Marie high, both tongues extending to make contact with Celeste’s pussy.
Celeste arched her back and planted her feet, lifting her hips slightly to give Marie and Jane better access. Jessica, watching, slipped a hand between her thighs as Celeste murmured quietly to herself in French.
As her orgasm approached Celeste’s voice grew louder. “Baise-moi!” she shouted as Jane tongue-fucked her and Marie lapped at her clit. When she came it was volcanic; she kicked her legs out and accidentally clipped Marie in the side of the head with one knee. Marie sprawled to the floor and Celeste rolled onto one side, gently rubbing the side of Marie’s temple where she’d been hit and repeatedly apologizing in a remorseful tone.
“You OK?” asked Jessica.
“Fine,” answered Marie. “No permanent damage.”
Celeste said a few words in French and rolled over onto her back again. What she said must have been something like “Let me make you feel better,” because Marie moved to straddle Celeste’s face. Jessica could see Marie’s pussy lips silhouetted clearly in the firelight as Celeste lifted her head and penetrated Marie with her tongue.
Jane, having nothing better to do, went back to work between Celeste’s legs. After a few minutes Marie let herself sink down on top of Celeste and she and Jane once again combined their efforts as Celeste continued to lick away industriously.
Jessica sat back in her chair, sipping her cognac and enjoying the spectacle. In the absence of anyone to toast with, she lifted her glass and toasted life itself, which was treating her very well at the moment.