Shawna

"Shawna, hi, how have you been?" the thin man said, gently brushing a dark strand of her hair off of her shoulder.

"Hey baby, it's been a while hasn't it?" she responded, leaning toward him, her head turned to receive a kiss on her cheek. "Where have you been baby?"

"Oh, I've been around. Hey, you busy tonight?"

She nodded toward me and smiled, "Yes, just a bit."

Looking at me, he politely nodded and said, "Sorry, we're, ah... just old friends. I'll see ya later Shawna."

"Bye Dylan," she said glancing apologetically at me. "An old boyfriend, sweet guy, but not real smart." She lifted her margarita, capturing the straw between her bright red lips and taking a small sip. I watched her put the drink back on the bar, looking at the red imprint of her lips left on the straw.

"So, are you busy tonight?" I asked.

Turning her dark eyes up to me, she smiled slyly, "I can't be sure, but the prospects seem good."

I reached my hand towards her, "We should probably meet then, I'm Mike."

Reaching her hand to me, she turned it oddly so her hand came to rest on top of mine, "I'm Shawna, but I guess you probably figured that out." She left her hand on mine, gazing expectantly at me.

Finally, picking up on the hint, I moved my thumb over her fingers and slowly drew her hand up to my mouth, where I touched my lips to the back of her hand. "Pleased to meet you Shawna, can I buy you another margarita?"

"Ah, observant too, yes, another margarita would be nice."

Looking closely at her glass, I caught the bartender's attention and said, "Margarita on the rocks with no salt, I'll have one too, but make mine with salt."

"You must love the beach," she said, a bit more loudly because of the music that had just started.

"I do, but how..."

"All that salt and all," she quickly replied, following with a gurgling as she finished her drink and handed to empty glass to the bartender after he put our drinks on the bar.

I removed the straw from my drink and took a sip, feeling the slight burn of the salt on my lips. "So what brings you...", I stopped as she moved her finger to my lips.

She leaned to me and said loudly, "Let's move over to that table, it's off to the side of the speakers so maybe it will be quieter."

I took my drink and reached out my hand to her and we walked, hand in hand, to the table. I pulled out a chair for her and watched her daintily descend into it, scooting it forward as she moved closer to the table. Away from the direct blast of the speakers, it was a little quieter, still I had to raise my voice a bit, "So Shawna, what brings you here."

"Well, I just got off work a little while ago, I'm a performer," noticing my quizzical look she continued, "I'm a singer."

"Here?"

"No, across the street is a jazz bar, I sing there."

"You want to go back over there, it must be a bit quieter."

"Oh no, no, that's okay, too many people there know me; they'd be all over me. It's more private here," she shouted, toying with the button on her blouse.

Looking at her hand, I took a quick peek but didn't catch much cleavage. More drawn by a woman's hair, breast size had never really made much of a difference to me, though it seemed most women I had been with had fairly large breasts. Looking back at her dark brown eyes, I realized I had been caught peeking.

Shawna just smiled, "You like my blouse?"

"Uh, yes, I don't know that I have ever seen that color of blue before, not quite a purple, almost an indigo."

She raised an eyebrow, "Indigo, yes, at least that's what the tag said it was. The fabric is very soft, here, feel." She leaned to me and took my hand, running on her shoulder.

My hand glided easily over the silken fabric. I could feel her shoulder through the blouse, a delicate softness that seemed accentuated by the fabric. I left my hand on her shoulder and replied, "Yes very soft."

We paused for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes, as if we had so much to say, but were somehow afraid, afraid of starting something we knew we never could complete. The music crashed about us, but everything seemed so silent. The moment was finally broken when she reached for her glass.

"Mike, I haven't seen you around here at all, so I guess this is your first time."

I removed my hand from her shoulder, "Yes, I'm here on business, I'm staying in the hotel just up the street. I got bored so I went for a walk and stopped in here."

"A walk, I thought you'd never ask," she said, brusquely standing up taking my hand.

I quickly tossed a twenty on the table and followed her out. As the door closed behind us, the relative quiet of the busy street brought a sigh from her, "Now at least we can talk."

We started walking back up the street toward the hotel. "I guess it's a bit quieter over there," I said, nodding toward the bar across the street.

"Yeah, the jazz is a bit more sedate and the clientele, well, they're ah... a bit different." Before I could mention her singing there she continued, "Do you have one of those honor bars in that room?"

I nodded.

"I've always wanted to raid one of those, can we?"

"Well, yes... I hadn't really looked to see what they have."

"Come on," she said, hooking her arm through mine and practically dragging me up the street. Catching my balance, I wrapped an arm around her waist and together we walked to the hotel.

Once in the room, I got out my key and opened the door to the honor bar. Inside the small cabinet were a small refrigerator with a number of different beverages and a few shelves with assorted candy and nuts. "Looks like we have plenty of choice here, what would you like."

"Hmm, I've been drinking margaritas I better stick to a soft drink. How about a diet cola? I think I need some caffeine."

I grabbed the drink, opened it and handed it to her. She took a sip, took a deep breath and then stepped very close to me. Looking down at her, I moved my arms around her and pulled her closer.

"Look, I don't usually do this, but I like you."

I smiled and whispered, "I guess you realize I kind of like you too." I leaned my head down to kiss her.

She pushed me back a bit and said, "I can't do everything, I uh... I can't, but I want to do something for you."

Figuring out what she was telling me, I replied, "Yes, I think I'd like that." Then I kissed her, pulling her against me again. While her breasts pressed against me, she had turned her lower body a bit, so when I pressed my erection to her, I was pressing against the outside of her thigh.

The kiss was slow and languid, our tongues mingling in a seductive play that seemed partly teasing and partly surrendering. I began to move my hand to her breasts, but she gently took it and moved me to the bed. She pushed me against it, forcing me to sit down, where she kneeled in front of me and unfastened my belt and pants. I moved my hips up and she pulled them down, letting them fall around my ankles.

She pushed my chest back some and leaned down taking my hard cock into her mouth. I moved my arms behind me so I could lean back, but still watch her as she drew me between those beautiful red lips. The combination of her mouth, tongue and the motion of her hands on my cock and balls she enveloped me in the most incredible sensation I have ever felt. It was as if she knew my body and its reactions better than I.

Tightly gripping my shaft, she stroked slowly with one hand as she squeezed my balls with the other. Inside her mouth I felt an odd mixture of suction and gentle teasing from the tongue. I began moving my hips to push my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, as I moved, she seemed to sense my every need. Lightening the grip on my balls just as the pain became too intense, tightening the grip on my shaft, just when I was about to beg for something harder.

I watched her head bob up and down over me and I heard myself moan. The pressure built up inside me as I felt myself getting closer, closer, until, finally... explosion! I fell back onto the bed and arched my back, longing for depth as I felt myself spurt splash after splash of come deep into her mouth.

She continued stroking her hand, but stopped with the suction of her mouth and motion of the tongue over the oversensitive head of my cock. She milked each drop of come with the strokes at the base of my cock, and I felt her swallow, several times.

In a few moments, I felt the cold air over my wet cock as she moved her lips from around it. She got up and went to the bathroom and returned with some tissue. I felt her wiping my cock along the shaft as she laughed a bit. "I got a little lipstick on you here. Don't want that staining your undies do we?"

I sat up and moved my hand to her chin and whispered, "That was incredible."

"Oh I bet you say that to all the girls," she replied standing up before me.

"I don't and it was."

"Well, let's just say I was inspired," she said. I noticed the funny way her Adam's apple moved as she spoke. I hadn't noticed her neck like that before; I guess it was just the angle I was looking at her.

I stood up, pulled up and fastened my pants. Drawing her close to me I kissed her again, tasting the faint metallic taste of my come in her mouth. "I wish I could do something for you."

"Oh, you have, just feeling you move and hearing you moan was something special."

"Can you stay tonight?" I asked.

"Sorry, I still have another gig to do at the club; in fact, I'm running a bit late now."

"Look, I'll come with you, I'd love to see you sing."

"Please no, I'd rather you not."

"But..." her finger on my lips stopped me from saying more.

She leaned forward and kissed me. Pulling away, she grabbed her purse and walked to the door. She paused, blew me a kiss and opened the door and left. Moving over to the window I looked outside. In a few moments I saw her walking across the street heading for the bar.

As she walked inside I noticed several couples follow her in. It seemed odd, but both couples were pairs of men. I grabbed the local paper and leafed through the entertainment section. Sure enough there was an ad for the bar that featured its live entertainment: "the finest drag entertainment in town." I saw her picture there too where it said: featuring the sultry voice of Shawna Fawn.

I walked back to the window and watched another couple enter the bar hand in hand. Shawna? Shawn? I walked over to the honor bar and took out a coke and one of the small bottles of rum. Filling my glass I sat down on the bed and took a sip. I noticed the diet cola can on the bed stand. I took another sip of my drink as I stared at the bright red lipstick stain on the can.