Dory had been waiting for Lindy to take a break all evening. She was totally dismayed when the lanky singer stopped and sat at the table with all the Park partners. She could tell that Lindy was flirting with that shorter one and that did not bode well with her. She felt that green-eyed monster rear up within as she watched the scene before her. She headed to the bar and muscled her way to a seat and slapped a twenty on the polished oak surface. The bartender was quick to put a whiskey on the rocks on a napkin in front of her. Dory dismissed the bartender with a wave of her hand and grabbed the drink. She had lost count of how many she had consumed so far. For the last half hour she had been expecting Rachel to show up and spoil her fun. But so far, Rach was a no show, which seemed a little odd to her drunken state of mind considering that everyone she had been with was now here at the Lodge. Everyone except Petey the blond Amazon, that is. Dory realized she was being catty but didn’t give a fuck. After seeing Lindy flirting, she was mad as hell, here she was dressed in skin tight black jeans, a white Dior silk shirt and Lindy was leaning on a short brunette wearing a Cleveland Browns sweat shirt. What the fuck was going on here! Without even trying, Dory knew that she was the most attractive woman in here. To be ignored was not an option against the sweatshirt and flannel competition that filled the Lodge. And to be stood up by her partner was even more fuel to an already smoldering fire. She was almost done the drink when she felt the warm breath against her ear. Like a shock it sent waves of pleasure straight to her crotch. Dory squeezed her legs together involuntarily against the sensation. She looked into the bar’s mirror and smirked as she saw Lindy leering lustily at her semi exposed breast. Earlier she had slipped a couple of buttons loose letting the white silk of Victoria’s Secret’s best push up show off her best assets. They had put Rachel back a cool 6 grand apiece, but were worth every penny to Dory. Rachel had tried for months to talk her out of the surgery, but Dory had her own way of getting what she wanted, and the boobs were what she wanted. So to see them finally attracting the singer’s attention was just what the doctor ordered. Dory waved to the bartender and motioned for both a refill and a fresh drink for Lindy. “Now this is the proper drink for someone who has worked hard for the last hour” Lindy sighed with pleasure. “Yeah, I saw how hard you were working a few minutes ago” Dory voice all but dripped with contempt. “Hmmmm.......jealous?” Lindy’s smoldering blue eyes inquired. “You’re wasting your time with that.....that.....” Dory started to sputter “Now......now......let’s pretend we are civilized” Lindy smiled at Dory. “After all it was just to tic off her partner.” Lindy laughed as she raised her glass to Terri’s angry eyes. “I have about ten more minutes before I go back on stage, and I need some fresh air. Care to join me,” she arched her eyebrow knowing that Dory was going to follow her anywhere. Dory cast a quick look around to see if Rachel had popped in while they were talking. So far the freaking blond and Rachel were still strangely absent. Dory shrugged her shoulders, more to expose more skin that anything else and slid off the barstool. Lindy grabbed her arm and led her out the side door beside the control booth. The air was cold and it blasted Dory causing her to shiver. Before she could say a word, Lindy had pulled her back behind an off-set lean-to and she was up against the logs of the Lodge. Lindy’s mouth was all over her and everywhere her hands touched Dory felt like her skin was on fire. Lindy was hungrily sucking the skin and unbuttoning the last couple of buttons of the silk shirt. Lindy thrust her knee between Dory’s leg and ran her hands across her stomach and in a flash the top button to her jeans was undone. Lindy worked fast, kissing, softly biting, demanding more and more with her lips and hands. Dory was breathless, she no longer felt the cold air, and she just wanted to feel more and more of the passion that was overtaking her. Lindy was at the zipper and slowly unzipping her jeans. There was a husky laugh, when instead of the fabric she found bare skin. “How’d you know I love girls who go Commando?” Dory was now pinned completely against the wall. Lindy’s body was moving, touching, exploring, kissing and Dory felt her jeans began to slip. Dory’s body was throbbing, her head was reeling and her senses were screaming. Lindy’s mouth was demanding, controlling making her breathless and lightheaded. Dory was kissing Lindy running her tongue in her mouth trying to touch Lindy’s skin, but Lindy’s pinned her arms above her head with one hand and captured a nipple in her mouth. Dory moaned and humped against the leg thrust between hers. God she had never felt like this before. This hot so fast. She knew she was dripping wet and achingly waited for Lindy to touch her, she trembled and kissed back harder, still Lindy was in control, Dory could feel the pounding of Lindy’s heartbeat and new that she was in just as much a fever as she was. From somewhere she heard the faint chiming above her. Abruptly Lindy stopped. Dory all but fell as Lindy’s body pressure faded back. And she grabbed the singer and kissed her hard. Lindy held her face and looked in Dory’s eyes. “Be careful when you go to the bathroom, your hand will slip right off.” Lindy laughed as she headed back through the door and the next set. Dory shook her head and tried to pull herself together. She heard voices and hurriedly readjusted her bra and zipped up her jeans. She almost fell forward trying to get her shirt buttoned back up properly. Her head was reeling. She grabbed onto the side of the building for support to steady herself and slow her ragged breathing. God what a rush! Dory could feel every place where Lindy had touched her, the sensations were vivid. As soon as she was put back together she walked back in the side door and headed for the bathroom. It was packed and hot and loud, finally a cubicle was freed up and she stepped in and locked the door and pulled down her jeans and gratefully sat on the toilet. Then it began, her body began to tremble as the kaleidoscope of sensations re-fired within her mind. Dory put her head in her hands and tried to calm down, but Lindy had teased and touched her everywhere but where she burned the hottest. She could feel the throbbing. She grabbed the toilet tissue that was one ply for god’s sake and started to wipe and her hand slipped right down to the water in the toilet bowl. She wiped and wiped. Her jeans were wet, good thing they were black. and the stain was confined to the taut area of her crotch. She could still feel it, the seam of her jeans rubbing against her clit as she rocked on Lindy’s knee. She trembled as the aftershocks shook her body. Lindy had touched her everywhere but where she ached. God she had never been this wet, the more she wiped the wetter she got and the vivid flashes of Lindy’s mouth and hands seared her mind and body. Her hands shook as she tried to remember if she totally crossed the line. No.....no....the chiming....the chiming stopped it just before she felt her jeans slipping down. Dory put her hands on either side of the stall and tried to control her breathing. She was still safe. Still in control. The line had not been crossed but the fire that Lindy lit was still pounding away at her senses. There was someone beating on the cubicle door and laughing on the other side. “Did you fall in.” Dory stood up and flushed the toilet then pulled her clothes together and slid up the latch and pushed her way to the sink. She ran the cold water and washed her hands then splashed her face. “Looks like she needs a cold shower,” a tall muscular dyke commented as she towered over Dory. “Fuck off” Dory growled as she stepped around the woman and headed back out to the bar. Click On The River To Continue To Chapter 33! © Labinky Park 2008 Labinky Enterprises 2008 A Donation Button Has Been Added To Help Labinky Park Continue To Grow! We Thank You For Your Support! Writer's Blog Sign The Guest Book See The Slide Show See The Labinky Park Painting Come To Life By D. Stone |
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