Among the throng of tourists and locals, two figures stood out: Keisha and Tamara. Keisha, a voluptuous black woman with hair as dark as a moonless night, had curves that demanded attention. Her XL frame was draped in a sundress that showed off her generous assets, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. Tamara, equally striking, had a similar stature with a cascade of ebony curls framing her face and a smile that could light up the darkest alley. Both women were of a certain age, their confidence and experience evident in every step they took.
Keisha spotted Tamara across the crowded square and couldn’t help but admire her. She caught Tamara’s eye, and a spark ignited between them. They made their way through the crowd, exchanging smiles and subtle flirtatious glances. When they finally met, Keisha extended her hand. “Keisha,” she said with a smile.
“Tamara,” the other woman replied, her voice a smooth, sultry melody.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Keisha asked, her eyes scanning Tamara’s body appreciatively.
Tamara chuckled, “Not so new, just new to this part of town. I’m from Atlanta, but I’ve been hearing about the jazz festival for years.”
“Well, welcome, then,” Keisha said, her voice laced with innuendo. “I’d be happy to show you around.”
Tamara raised an eyebrow, “And what makes you think I need a guide, Keisha?”
Keisha leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Because, sweetheart, there are some places in New Orleans that only the locals know about.”
Tamara’s eyes widened, intrigued. “And what kind of places are those?”
Keisha’s lips grazed Tamara’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “The kind where you can lose yourself in the music… and in other things.”
Tamara pulled back, her breath catching in her throat. “I see.” She looked Keisha up and down, her gaze lingering on Keisha’s ample breasts and hips. “Well, Keisha, I do love a good tour.”
Keisha grinned, taking Tamara’s hand. “Let’s start then.”
They ended up at Keisha’s apartment, a cozy, dimly lit space filled with the scent of candles and the sound of soft jazz. Keisha poured them each a glass of wine, and they sat on the couch, their bodies close enough to feel the heat radiating from one another.
“So, Tamara,” Keisha began, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass, “what do you like?”
Tamara smiled, “I like a lot of things, Keisha. Music, good food, good company…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes met Keisha’s.
Keisha leaned in, her lips brushing against Tamara’s. “And what about… touch?” she whispered, her hand reaching out to cup Tamara’s breast.
Tamara’s breath hitched, her nipple hardening under Keisha’s touch. “I like that too,” she whispered back.
Keisha’s hand moved to Tamara’s neck, her thumb tracing the pulse point. “And what about… taste?” she asked, her lips capturing Tamara’s in a deep, passionate kiss.
Tamara moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Keisha’s waist. “I like that very much,” she said, her voice breathless.
Keisha pulled back, her eyes locked onto Tamara’s. “Good,” she said, her voice a low growl. “Because I’m going to make you feel things, Tamara. Things you’ve never felt before.”
Tamara’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with anticipation. Keisha stood up, pulling Tamara with her. She led her to the bedroom, their bodies pressed tightly together. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses.
Keisha’s hands explored Tamara’s body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her hips, her thighs. Tamara squirmed under her touch, her body responding to every caress. Keisha’s mouth followed her hands, her tongue licking and sucking every inch of Tamara’s skin.
“You taste so good,” Keisha murmured, her mouth on Tamara’s breast. “I could eat you up.”
Tamara moaned, her fingers tangled in Keisha’s hair. “Then do it,” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
Keisha smiled, her tongue tracing a path down Tamara’s body. She settled between Tamara’s legs, her hands spreading her wide. Tamara’s breath hitched as Keisha’s tongue found her clit, her body arching off the bed.
“Oh, Keisha,” Tamara moaned, her hands fisting the sheets. “That feels so good.”
Keisha hummed in response, her tongue circling Tamara’s clit. She sucked it into her mouth, her fingers sliding inside Tamara’s wet pussy. Tamara’s moans filled the room, her body writhing under Keisha’s ministrations.
“Fuck, Keisha,” Tamara cried out, her orgasm building. “I’m going to come.”
Keisha flicked her tongue faster, her fingers pumping into Tamara’s pussy. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered. “Let me taste it.”
Tamara screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Keisha lapped up her juices, her fingers continuing to pump into her until Tamara’s body went limp.
Keisha kissed her way back up Tamara’s body, her mouth capturing hers in a deep kiss. Tamara could taste herself on Keisha’s lips, and it sent a shiver through her. She reached between them, her hand wrapping around Keisha’s cock.
“My turn,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto Keisha’s.
Keisha moaned, her hips bucking into Tamara’s hand. “Yes,” she whispered back. “Make me feel good, baby.”
Tamara stroked Keisha’s cock, her thumb circling the head. She leaned in, her tongue licking the pre-cum from the tip. Keisha groaned, her body shuddering under Tamara’s touch.
Tamara took Keisha’s cock into her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down. Keisha’s moans filled the room, her hands gripping the sheets.
“Fuck, Tamara,” she whispered, her body tense. “I’m going to come.”
Tamara sucked harder, her hand pumping in time with her mouth. Keisha’s body tensed, and then she was coming, her cock pulsing in Tamara’s mouth. Tamara swallowed every drop, her tongue licking Keisha clean.
Keisha pulled Tamara up, her mouth capturing hers in a deep kiss. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
Tamara smiled, her body still humming with pleasure. “We’re not done yet,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Keisha raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
Tamara nodded, her hands reaching for the nightstand. She pulled out a bottle of lube and a strap-on. “I want to fuck you,” she said, her voice low.
Keisha’s eyes widened, a smile spreading across her face. “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered, her body already responding to the idea.
Tamara got to work, strapping the dildo onto her hips. She poured lube onto her fingers, her eyes locked onto Keisha’s. “Turn over,” she whispered, her voice commanding.
Keisha complied, her body shivering with anticipation. Tamara ran her fingers over Keisha’s ass, her touch gentle and exploratory. She rubbed the lube into Keisha’s skin, her fingers circling her hole.
“You ready for this, baby?” she asked, her voice low.
Keisha nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
Tamara pressed the tip of the dildo against Keisha’s hole, her other hand rubbing Keisha’s back. She pushed in slowly, her eyes locked onto Keisha’s face. Keisha moaned, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
“You feel so good,” Tamara whispered, her hips moving in small circles.
Keisha moaned, her body pushing back against Tamara. “Deeper,” she whispered. “Give it to me deeper.”
Tamara obliged, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. Keisha’s moans filled the room, her body bucking against Tamara’s every thrust. Tamara reached around, her fingers finding Keisha’s clit. She rubbed it in time with her thrusts, her body moving faster and harder.
“Fuck, Tamara,” Keisha cried out, her body on the edge. “I’m going to come.”
Tamara rubbed Keisha’s clit harder, her hips moving faster. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered. “Let me feel you come.”
Keisha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her. Tamara continued to fuck her, her own body on the edge. She came with a cry, her body shuddering as she filled the condom with her release.
They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. Keisha turned to Tamara, her eyes filled with love. “That was incredible,” she whispered.
Tamara smiled, her fingers tracing Keisha’s face. “It was,” she agreed. “And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”
