Golden Goddess

I saw her across the room in her elegant golden gown. I bit my lip as I looked away, we both sat and grooved to the rhythms of the saxophonist. I glanced at her again, my eyes scanning her curves pushing through her sparkling golden masterpiece. The way her dress hugged every piece of her beautiful body left me moist and feeling heated. I gazed at the stage as I swayed my hips to the deep sounds and rhythmic tunes. I enjoyed the sounds as I let the vibration of the instruments drum through my body. I moved my hips and was wrapped in the melodic sounds as I took another glance at this goddess in the gold dress, her warm dark skin, smooth and soft. She caught my glance as we both smiled slightly as we locked eyes, then she quickly looked away. Her gaze seemed to read my thoughts in the brief exchange. If only this golden beautiful goddess knew what my thoughts were.

Her deep red lips down my neck and hovering over my body, down my thick thighs then in between my moist treasure. She begins slowly moving her tongue across my juicy wet pussy, her lips pressed against my clitoris gently sucking. I was jolted sensually out of my blissful reprieve to the crowd applauding the musicians on the stage. We all began clapping as the soulful melodies came to an end. I joined the sincere jovial crowd and worshipped the talented musicians in applause. After kissing my date goodnight and giving him the best version of an onset of a headache, I slid into the back seat of the black SUV awaiting me near the curb. As the oversized vehicle began the pull off, the golden goddess stood near the car sitting in front of us. I asked the young driver to wait as I rolled the window down. I watched as she moved closer to where the vehicle paused, I motioned for her to move closer.

“Do you need a ride,” I asked as I pushed the door open.

She slid beside me and I purposely moved over slightly toward her, I wanted to feel her right beside my heated body. She smiled with her dazzling white teeth radiant against her cherry red lipstick.

She asked, “Where are we going beauty?”

I leaned in near her ear and asked, “Does it matter?”