A Flying Fuck

It was a pair of beautiful eyes, attached to a face that was a bit older than Stacey had counted on, but so kind and made up so well!

RosaLee in the flesh.

RosaLee's hands, which were obscenely kneading Stacey's waistline, were sending shocks of electricity straight to Stacey's pussy.

She actually felt her fishnet hose conduct an unusual wetness down her legs! Oh shit? Was she peeing? Did she get her period? What the hell? RosaLee was a fantastically gorgeous creature. Stacey shuddered.

"What's the rush sweetheart?" RosaLee was liking what she felt, this exotic looking pixie like woman, with ebony hair, blood red lips, large breasts, tiny waist and large hips with a big ass!

RosaLee felt like she was holding a pinup girl from the 50's. She felt her penis shift uncomfortably as it was tucked in and she had been meaning for him to stay there.

"Oh God," RosaLee thought, "Down Boy!" She smiled down at this beautiful creature in her arms, and something made RosaLee pull her even closer.

Stacey felt herself push into RosaLee. She couldn't stop herself. "No hurry," she whispered breathlessly up into RosaLee's ear as she put her arms around her neck, "I've been waiting for you."

"Well, in that case, would you care to dance?" RosaLee thanked all of the Gods and Goddesses of the universe for her luck this evening.

Stacey shook her head. "No, let's go!"

Before Stacey could talk herself out of it and before RosaLee could protest, she pulled RosaLee's hand and dragged her out of Phat Pat's.

Stacey, being hopeful, had already booked a hotel room down the street. She had thought herself crazy for doing so at the time, but she was also a believer in that the third time is a charm and it certainly was tonight.

Stacey wasn't listening to RosaLee now, and shushed all her attempts to start a conversation.

"Shhhh," Stacey said to RosaLee as they got on the elevator at the hotel, "No words."