Copyright © jonniphillips2008

Jonni's Perfect Flirt Skirt for Clubbing

"Hi, I was hoping you would still be in. I find that I do not want to face a night alone. I was wondering if maybe we could go out to my favorite club. If you don't mind coming out with me, I will gladly swing by to pick you up."

"Is there a dress code?"

"Only that you be dressed to impress. Seeing as you always look so well put together at the office, I doubt if that will be a problem for you."

"Give me about 20 minutes to get ready."

Thirty minutes later, Monica pulled into a parking spot in front of Jonni's brownstone and honked her horn. Jonni came bustling out, a vision in barely-there satin and lace.

Monica's mouth dropped open as Jonni clambered into her CTS. The dress left nothing to the imagination. Gorgeous skin peeked out from along the mini’s slit seam and the unbuttoned blouse. There was absolutely no modesty to speak of. Killer stilettos completed the look, along with a tiny silver anklet.

"Damn, girl, who you trying to hurt in that outfit?" was Monica's laughing question. Jonni flashed a shaky grin.

"Did I over do it in my go to hell outfit?"

"No, you look good enough to eat."

With that flirtatious statement, Monica put the car in drive and they headed into the city. Within a few minutes, they arrived at the club. Monica hesitated, momentarily. Jonni noted her hesitancy and stopped.

"Something wrong, Monica?"

"Um, I was not sure if you knew or not. This club is a hot spot for members of the counter culture. I hope it is not too much for you."

Jonni thought it over, and then shrugged. "So? I knew you were bi. And a party is always good where the freaky people are!!"

They headed for the entrance, giddily awaiting the night's unfolding.

It was a hell of a night. They both got smashed. At one point, they were in the middle of the floor dancing and Jonni had kissed her quickly before darting away in a swirl of skin and satin. Monica would have been flabbergasted, only the contact was too fleeting to really register in her alcohol fuzzed brain until after the fact.

They drank the place closed and then stumbled to Monica's car. A passing police officer informed them that neither of them should be driving and offered to escort them to the nearest house. They elected to hop in and be dropped off at Jonni's.

Jonni was giddy. She dropped her keys twice before finally opening the door and staggering inside. Monica followed on her heels. Jonni made it as far as the living room before stopping to strip out of her skirt, blouse and heels, prancing through her house in nothing but her stockings and a smile. Monica of course, sobered up a lot quicker after that.

It was while they were in sipping tea, that Jonni looked at Monica, her brown eyes glowing under the kitchen light. "I know you want me. You think I don't realize the way you watch me at work? I see you looking at me. I have always thought that if I were to ever go this far, you just look like you know what to do."

Jonni stood up, her curves highlighted by the kitchen's bright glare. She walked toward Monica, stopping a few inches away from where Monica sat; glued to her seat. Jonni ran her hands up her sides, caressing her own skin. Teasing and tweaking her breasts. Her voice was husky.

"Please, Monica."

Well, what what's a girl to do? Monica rose from her seat and grasped Jonni tightly, pulling her close. Wrapping her hands in Jonni's hair, Monica began the explorations with a long, deep, steamy kiss. Their breasts rubbed together, only the leather of Monica's bustier stopping the skin-to-skin electricity. Jonni moaned, low in her throat while struggling to find the zipper to remove the impediment.

Monica called a halt to the proceedings by breaking the kiss and backing away. Holding up a hand, almost in warning, she stepped back and sat down. Jonni's breasts heaved; her eyes, glazed and unfocused.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this. I really don't want you looking at me, wildly, first thing in the morning." was the answer she received to her query.

Jonni stepped closer, positioning herself between Monica's open legs. Deft fingers found the zipper, hidden along a seam, of Monica's bustier and slowly unzipped it.

Bending forward, she carefully removed the leather and sucked gently on an exposed nipple. With a smile, she tugged Monica up and out of the chair and toward the stairs at the back of the hall.

Moments later, they were both naked and entwined on the large king sized bed. The kisses were slow and sweet. Hands trailed and teased unexplored flesh. Monica rolled on top of Jonni, placing her mound onto Jonni's. They began a slow grind. Jonni became harder and more sensitive from the friction, fluid leaked and mingled with Monica’s. Tongues lashed nipples and necks. Hands groped and pulled, twisted and tore. Finally though, the friction became too much and they came, together, in waves.

They lay, entwined. Monica knew that there was so much more but was not sure if Jonni was ready. Jonni answered that unspoken thought by wriggling against her. The kisses began anew. Monica held her still, trying to show her what it was like.

Beginning at the Jonni's breasts, Monica worked her way ever downward. Soon, Jonni was bucking and heaving as Monica placed 2 fingers around her sloppy protrudence and flicked the hardened head with a thumbnail. The pressure was too much for Jonni, she came, gushing all over Monica's hand. Monica was not finished yet. Moving down to face the beautiful bulb between those lightly muscled brown thighs, she whispered "Now, I am gonna show you how eating should be done"

Monica began to lick from top to bottom, running her tongue all along Jonni's organ. She stepped up the speed until she was lapping Jonni like a cat with cream. At the same time, she inserted one finger into Jonni's tight ass. Then, she pulled Jonni's bud into her mouth and proceeded to hum, flicking it lightly with a tongue tip, while finger fucking the sweet hole. Monica could feel the muscles in Jonni's thighs as they geared up for another orgasm, so she stopped. Pulling back, she blew cool air gently onto the steaming bulb before her. Jonni groaned, low and deep, begging Monica not to stop. All she got for her request, was another cool stream of air. Jonni grabbed Monica's long hair and forced her face back down between her thighs. With that, Monica grabbed that hard shaft and flicked the hot tip for all she was worth. When she felt the tremor of long legs, she released those fingers and stuck her mouth deep onto Jonni's sex. Sweet juice flooded her tongue. She swallowed repeatedly.

With that, Monica sat up. Jonni lay there, replete and drained. "What about you?"

Monica laughed lightly, "Shit, I am tired. We will see how it goes in the morning."

And with that, they wrapped themselves around one another and fell promptly to sleep.