Thirty minutes after the applause, I was finally alone. My sexual energy is still coursing through my veins.

I had given my all. Every word I'd sung had come from deep within, the sensuality in my hips perfectly portraying how I felt.

I had lost myself in the moment, the microphone, so phallic as my red-nailed fingers wrapped around it.

My thick, glossy red lips expressed my inner desires as my husky voice teased and seduced its way through every song.

Even though I couldn't see my audience clearly through the lights, the ambience told me I had them in the palms of my hands, captivated.

The final song of the evening, 'Satin and Sins', had not only held them enthralled but had my pussy bubbling. I didn't just sing it, I lived it.

I was more than wet as I blew them a kiss. I then turned and left the stage.

The dressing room was abuzz with well-wishers and hangers-on. Even though I loved the accolades, I wanted them gone, needed them gone.

Finally alone.

I peeled the tight evening gown down my clammy body. The sudden rush of the air conditioning was instantly refreshing and invigorating. My delicate silk bra and gossamer panties quickly joined the dress on the table.

I stood in front of the make-up bench, the warm white light dancing erotically off my pierced nipples.

My eyes trailed down my body. The diamond on the end of my belly-button flickered. My silky smooth pubis highlighted the hood piercing with its bauble, which lay perfectly positioned right on top of my engorged pleasure button.

The lace tops of my nude-coloured stay-up stockings snuggled the top of my thighs, and my four-inch stilettos made my legs look impossibly long.

I felt the need rise through me as I took myself in.

Sitting on the chair, I automatically placed my long legs on top of the bench, my thighs splayed. My sticky pussy brazenly displayed to my gaze, so shamelessly wanton. A shiver ran the length of my spine.

My need wouldn't be denied.

Pushing my fingers through my nipple rings, pulling, elongating them, causing a delicious, sensual pain, making my hips twitch and the bauble gently tap on my aching clit. Igniting it further.

I could see the shiny, silky trails of desire. Like delicate spider webs connecting my pussy lips as my flower began to open.

A flush enveloped me as I sighed my need, my hunger.

The scent of my arousal permeated the air as I dipped a finger and slid it through my folds.

YES!!!

I was on fire as I luxuriated in my touch, teasing myself. My head was thrown back as I purred my pleasure.

The erotic pain coursing through my nipples, combined with the sensual pleasure of my fingers gliding through my slickness, quickly had me on the edge. The strategically positioned bauble is doing its magic

I slowed down; I wasn't ready for it to end just yet.

I lifted my sticky fingers to my face, smearing my juices under my nose before sucking them into my mouth, tasting, licking them clean.

I repeated the process a few more times. Teasing and edging myself until my willpower gave out.

Just as I was about to slip two fingers into my now twitching puss......

'Knock, knock.'

"Your martini, Miss Maria."

"FUCK!!"

Luckily, my satin robe was within reaching distance, but standing in four-inch stilettos with shaky legs was proving to be more difficult.

I managed to slip into the robe and lean against the makeup bench for stability. I clutched the robe closed with one hand.

"Come in," I said, trying to keep the hitch in my voice under control.

"You're dry martini, ma'am".

I'd seen him downstairs earlier, behind the bar. We'd had flirty eye contact while I was on my breaks between sets.

How could I not notice him? Every woman in the room had a sneaky look as he did table service.

He had a confident, laid-back style and an engaging smile that drew you in.

Tall, V-shaped shoulders, biceps that bulged inside his crisp white shirt, a tiny waist, and black pants beautifully filled with tight glutes.

He wore braces instead of a belt, and like most women, I'm a sucker for a bow tie.

His manicured hair and three-day growth highlighted his square jaw and light blue eyes.

Yes, you could say I noticed him.

Now, he was standing before me with a tray balanced on one hand.

I saw his eyes take me in as he walked and placed the martini on the table. Right next to my wispy lingerie.

I saw his eyes open wider and his nostrils inhale. He looked at me, and I watched as his blue eyes dilated. The craving inside me took over.

I became 'that' cougar.

I let go of my robe and rolled my shoulders back. Instantly naked before him.

He closed the distance between us, face to face, neither blinking.

His hands grabbed my waist and lifted, then sat me down like a feather on the bench. Our eyes not letting go.

My whole body was fluttering, tingling, and pulsing. I was back to where I had been just a few short minutes ago.

Then his smile shifted from cheeky to a naughty bad-boy look.

His fingers touched my neck, and goosebumps exploded.

GUSH!!

My eyes were half closing as I gasped. His touch was firm and controlled, making me quiver as he made his way ever so slowly down, over my breasts, casually flicking the rings with his thumbs as they passed by.

My body jerked. I was right on the precipice. If he had pulled them, I would've exploded.

I was making mewing sounds as his fingers travelled over my ribs to my hips. The heat of his fingers had my body responding, craving for more.

His hands pulled me to the edge of the bench.

When he looked down, my petals opened and fluttered to his gaze.

'Yes, look at me, I'm in full bloom, it's yours to take, to pluck.'

One of his hands clasped around my neck, and he slowly pulled me in for a kiss. Just as our lips touched, two fingers from his other hand ran through the folds of my uber-sensitive pussy.

'FUCK!!'

Both my hands held his face to mine, our lips instantly feeding on each other as the heat escalated. Our tongues duelled in a lustful dance. His three-day growth brushing my soft skin added to the carnal eroticism of the moment.

His fingers, right at the entrance of my soaked puss, had my hips rocking and undulating, teasing and tempting them to delve deeper, needing them to.

Then he flicked my clit. That's all it took.

My whole body shook as I screamed into his mouth. My brain exploded in a delicious release. The room spun.

His hand tightened around my neck, his fingers strummed faster, escalating the intensity as I gasped for air. His breath on my face, our lips barely touching as he took me there again.

My hips rolled as my puss surged and flooded around his fingers, showing their full appreciation of his skills.

Just when I thought I'd reached the peak, he took me past the moon.

He sliced two fingers into me, curling them upwards, honing in on my magical spot.

The dam burst as I went into an epileptic state. I flapped around like an unattended garden hose.

My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out. My body did all the cheering and encouraging while I raced to the finish line. My head flailed from side to side as my brain turned to mush.

The fingers pulled out, and he placed them against my lips. Automatically, my mouth opened. I sucked them in like I would a cock. My tangy essence invaded my taste buds as I savoured my juices.

"Good girl," he hissed.

He then dropped to his knees and gently ran his tongue through my pulsing folds, drawing another groan from deep inside me.

His strong hands pulled my hips into his face, holding me in place as he feasted on the mess he'd created.

It was simply divine to be serviced like this after the intense orgasms he had extracted from me just moments before.

I mewed my approval, my legs draped over his shoulders, and I used my hands to guide his head for maximum pleasure.

He slowly drew another mini orgasm from me. Heaven.

He stood up. I pulled his face to mine and whispered. "Fucking wow!"

Then I licked my tangy juices from his lips and chin before pulling him in for a long, languorous kiss.

"You certainly know how to unwind a girl. That was just incredible," I purred as I held his face in my hands.

I reached between us. His cock rock-hard in his pants, throbbing against my hand.

He took my hand and stopped me from unclipping his braces.

"I'm still working. They will already be wondering where I am."

"Such a shame," I pouted. "No dirty martini for me then," I giggled.

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I contemplated having a shower. That was until I turned to face the mirror.

Tousled hair cascaded down over my shoulders, and my eyes smouldered seductively.

I had that sensual afterglow look oozing from my pores.

My pussy purred as I took myself in, yet still fluttering, needing more. Something deeper.

A devious smile crossed my lips. I was on heat.

I took my thin cotton dress off the hanger and slipped it over my naked body. The lightness of it teased my skin, gliding like a million fingers over every curve.

I reapplied my glossy red lipstick, smacked my lips together, and then pouted. They looked hungry.

My natural scent, my perfume of choice.

My persona exuded raw sexuality as I stepped out into the bustling, crowded street.

The bauble tapped freely, teasing me with every elongated stride.

I know just the bar.