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Melanie
by Hecate
part1: Oriental Night
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women in the multicolored and glittering oriental dresses were clapping their
hands – applauding to their teacher Soraya, as well as to each other and
themselves. It was the last evening of the belly dancing course we had been
attending for the last 6 months and we all were exited about the progress we had
made. A little sad about this being the last evening, I glanced over to Melanie.
We had become very close friends during the last weeks, and with each lesson
that had made our bodies more flexible and sensual we had shared more secrets
and dreams. By now we were the best of friends and I knew I would be missing
those evenings. We all had decided to meet again after the summer break to
continue the lessons though – and so the general atmosphere was not one of
farewells but rather of "till next time."
While Soraya once again displayed her skillful dancing to the exotic flutes and
strings from the tape to show what we should be expecting from the next course,
I couldn't help looking at my friend again... Melanie looked just lovely in the
gold and copper colored scarves and layers of veils. Her slim body was firm and
well toned, and you could see she was a dancer as she, while watching Soraya,
softly swayed her hips with the tantalizing rhythms that filled the room. Her
shiny brown hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to constantly have
a mischievous sparkle that underlined her warm and caring personality.
I was ripped out of my musing when everyone applauded and then Soraya announced
that, as she had already told us the last time, she had a surprise for us all...
she had organized a oriental evening with her family and friends in her
husband's restaurant (it was in a back room there, where we had taken our
lessons) and we all were invited to show our newly acquired skills before an
audience if we wanted – or just have some food and fun if we preferred. With a
lot of cheering we gathered our street cloths, and remaining dressed in the
fancy and mostly hand made costumes we walked over to the restaurant... to just
find ourselves facing the empty guest room. Now – that for sure was not the
party we had been expecting. With puzzled looks and a few nervous giggles we
were staring at each other, when a clap of hands drew our attention... with a
secretive smile Soraya motioned us towards the back door. The next thing that
could be heard were the surprised gasps of those stepping through the door.
As Melanie and I walked out, we too just couldn't refrain from taking a deep
breath. Before us unfolded a fairy tale display from 1001 Nights. The garden was
decorated with multicolored tents and everywhere were small tables set with
flowers and candles. The scenery was bathed in the hues of the magnificent sun
set – and from the people already sitting, walking and talking in the garden
there were the sounds of conversations and laughter in the sweet evening air.
Immediately I was in what I call a "Champagne mood," almost bubbling
over with the sheer pure joy of living, and I could tell Mel was too, by the way
she smiled at me.
It was quite a while later – and the sunset had made room for a velvety night
sky with the stars like shining diamonds pinned to it. Melanie and I were
enjoying ourselves tremendously... we were dancing like whirlwinds – she in
her copper and golden dress an incarnation of fire and earth, whereas my blue
and silver tones were more like waves of water and air washing around my body
– we were captives of the exotic music and of the warm night air caressing our
bare shoulders and bellies... and too soon the end of the marvelous evening was
approaching as due to the neighbors living so close Soraya had to put an early
end to the celebration. With a lot of hugging and kissing we all said good-bye
and giggling and chatting Melanie and I called a cab to take us to my little
house in the suburb area. Since it was quite a drive for Melanie who lived out
of town and it had been announced that there would be some kind of celebrating
we had agreed on Melanie staying with me over night.
We were both in a silly and lighthearted – and somewhat dizzy – state of
mind. The evening had been perfect and neither of us felt any desire to go to
bed yet, so we decided to open a bottle of wine and chat a little, knowing it
probably would be a while before we would be having a chance to one of those
intimate talks. The little gem stones and shining decorations on our dresses
sparkled in the soft light of the candles I had lit on the small table, and
Melanie to me looked like a fairy out of another world – I thought that must
have been the way the sultan had looked at Sheherazade in the spicy desert
nights under a yellow moon. I put in one of the tapes that we had bought during
the course and soon we were both drifting off into our dream world again, bare
feet dancing in the grass, carried on the soft chimes of little bells and
cymbals... daring to use the most sensual and erotic steps and movements we had
learned, while our veils were flame and water, earth and air once again.
It was only a little later that I noticed the shadow behind the blinds on the
first floor of the neighboring house. From all I knew that was one of the
bedrooms of the house that was inhabited by three male students. Obviously one
of them had been drawn to the window by our music and laughter... I didn't pay
any more attention for the moment - too much was I absorbed by watching Melanie
dance as I paused for a moment to take another sip from my wine.
It struck me that I had never seen another woman that desirable and sexy, that
sensual... and never before had it occurred to me to see more in my friend than
just that... but watching her slim firm body sway in the moonlight I could feel
plain sexual desire build inside me. Just to draw my eyes from her – too
stunned and slightly embarrassed about the feelings I was experiencing - I let
my eyes wander to the shadow behind the blinds again, to see if he was still
there watching us. And yes – he was... and Melanie's dancing must have had the
same impact on him than it had had on me obviously. He had opened the blinds to
better see us – and I doubt he was aware that we in return could see his
lighter body against the dark background of the room.
I couldn't resist and danced close to Melanie, almost feeling sorry to drag her
out of the trance she was almost in... but that was too good to not share with
her. I bent close to her ear and whispered that we had some audience from next
doors. As I had expected, she replied with a chuckle and shot a quick glance
over to the watcher in the dark, just to turn back to me and tell me she wasn't
sure, but was it possible he was naked and touching himself??. Being that close
to her plus the drinks I had had plus this last remark – combined with
Melanie's perfume and the atmosphere I couldn't resist to whisper into her ear
"How about we give him something to... work... on?" I was glad it was
dark and my intense blushing couldn't be seen – I just couldn't believe myself
having made such a bold suggestion. But an even bigger surprise was the
whispered response of Melanie – almost an excited moan against my burning
cheek "ohhh yesss – that sounds like a fun idea."
That was all the encouragement I needed – I never had been with a woman before
– but it felt the most natural thing to pull her into my arms and gently kiss
her cheek and the soft tender spot behind her ear while whispering "Let's
get him sweating then, my sweet." We embraced and as if we were just doing
it for the sake of the dance and the hidden lurker I lifted Melanie's hands over
her head and traced down the insides of her arms with my fingertips while she
most seductively was rotating and swaying her hips... I slowly made my way to
her back... shooting a glance to the window above to now be sure the young man
in the half shadows was in an obvious state of arousal as a stray beam of
moonlight so conveniently fell on his erection. I gently started to kiss
Melanie's neck and my hands started to caress her body... the curves of her
hips, then up and further up till I could feel her almost wiggle her breasts
into my hands. I couldn't resist and unhooked her top that closed in the front
to bare her breasts. With a soft moan she shook it off her shoulders, while
never ceasing to move and dance. I could not resist and wrapped my arms around
her from behind. We both had turned around a little, so that we could watch the
young man in the open window. I was wondering how long it would take him to
figure out that we knew he was there while I started to caress Melanie's nude
breasts now, gently rolling her hard nipples between my fingers while whispering
sweet little nonsense into her ear, kissing her neck now and then.
We could tell that our little show had the desired effect on our
"guest." His hand, at first only idly playing with his cock, now was
closed tight around his shaft, moving in a still slow but steady rhythm up and
down along his quite impressive tool. This in return was quite a turn on for us
again... and I could feel Melanie rub her butt against me when I slowly allowed
one hand to leave her breast and trace down to her navel... and further down
over her veils to her thighs. I was not sure if it only was my imagination when
I heard a moan – unable to tell weather it was Melanie or the young man in the
shadows. Melanie was leaning her wonderful body against mine and bent back her
head... I could not resist, even had I wanted, and my lips locked on hers... at
first a little hesitant exploring each other, but soon our tongues were meeting
in a most passionate kiss. I felt a flood of hot moisture shoot into my tingling
pussy as I felt Melanie's tongue lick my lips while her butt rubbed against me.
My hand slid between the layers of the thin soft fabric that was wrapped around
Melanie's waist and I could feel the heat radiating from her sensual body. We
both looked up to the young man – and he was pumping his cock in an increasing
frenzy now. Melanie and I, we both were needing the excuse of him watching I
guess to make ourselves have the excuse of still putting on a show to tease him
– although we both knew deep inside that it was our own desires for each other
that drove us by now... I think we were not yet willing to admit it...
Melanie gasped when my venturing hands outlined her panties that were quite
moist in the crotch, and I froze, wondering if I had gone too far. But I
immediately was taught different as she started to rub herself against my
hesitating hand. That moment I realized I wanted this for myself and not for
anyone watching... and I was determined to seduce Melanie should she have any
doubts about it. I softly whispered into her ear "Come over to the deck
chair, darling, please... " and I gently shoved and pulled her with me as
not to give her any choice or time for consideration. Before I let her sit down
I reached under her skirts and pulled down her panties. She sat back and I
handed her the wine. We both took a sip – deeply looking into each others eyes
– reading there that the attraction and desire were mutual. I bent down to
once again passionately kiss her after I had placed my glass on the table again,
tasting the wine on her lips, before I then ventured down over her body and
after a moment of sucking and licking her erect and hard nipples I dropped to my
knees between her legs. I never before had given a close look to another woman's
most intimate parts, less touched another woman, but now I wanted to feel her
– smell her - taste her... I could feel my own panties soaking with the desire
and lust that was building within me.
I slowly pushed up her skirts and the layers of veils until they were piled and
wrapped around her waist, while my licking tongue and kissing lips followed my
hands up the inside of her thighs. I was sure I could now hear some moaning from
behind me, and Melanie whispered that our hidden guest sure was about to cum any
moment. She started to tease me by describing how he was pumping his cock, the
moonlight reflecting in the drops of precum on the head of it. I did not care
weather she was telling the truth or not... it did the trick for me anyway and
with a sigh I finally centered my attention to her pussy. My tongue licked along
the velvety folds, slow long strokes, then circled around her clit before giving
it a few soft flicks with my tongue. Just relying on what I would like to be
done to me, I continued my attention on her, enjoying the sweet taste of her
juices, while she, between tiny little moans and sighs, kept me updated on the
young stud who in her opinion was now ready to shoot his load. The moment I
carefully let one finger part her pussy lips and slid it into her moist cave she
reached out with the hand that wasn't holding the glass and pulled my head into
her crotch while arching her back and pressing her clit against my probing
tongue and sucking mouth. Her muffled "He is cuming" accompanied by
her own body freezing for a heartbeat and then shivering in a wave of her orgasm
was almost enough to make me climax too.
We just lay there for a moment – panting – her hand idly stroking my hair
while I was kissing her inner thigh, my cheek resting on her hot and moist
pussy.
"He's gone" she said.
"Do you think he knew we were watching him watching us?" I asked.
Melanie giggled. A cool breeze brushed over our heated bodies and we both
shivered. I got up on my knees and reached down to Melanie, giving her a hand by
pulling her out of the low deck chair.
"Let's go inside darling – I wouldn't want you to catch a cold" I
whispered, before this time kissing her softly, gently... and holding hands we
gathered our stuff and blew out the candles before leaving the enchanted night
to other lovers and dreamers...
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