I feel her hand slip above my left breast tightly squeezing it through my bra, she is dragging her teeth across my neck causing a slight moan to course through my body, I hear her whisper in my ear, “Come on Tina… you can do better then that,” as her one hand continues to knead my breasts while her other hand slowly works its way towards the front of my pants.

“Bette what are you doing?” I ask turning my head towards her, “people are watching.”

“So let them watch,” she says with a vengeance, “let them see me make love to my wife… let’s show them how it’s done.”

I look into her eyes, licking my lips I concede, I slowly undo my pants and pulling them down just enough, I place my hand on top of hers and guide downwards, I hear her intake a deep breath, “you were ready for this all along,” she whispers as I continue to move our hands down my bare mound.

I feel her long muscular middle finger steep its way through my very moist folds, I push onto her hand encouraging to go deeper but she is holding back, she is teasing me. I feel her finger start to draw circles within me as my head continues to spin; I feel her tongue trace lyrical patterns behind my ear. 

She continues to administer her torturous gentle teasing for almost fifteen minutes as Zakk continues to wail on his guitar, his strings are so full of energy, it feels like Bette is imitating his licks, her finger moves in a pattern as though it is following a musical destiny, pushing in and pulling out, gently tapping onto my tender clit but never staying in contact enough to bring me over the edge, it is as if her finger is conducting the music.

As the guitar solo comes to its end I feel Bette shift as she moves her other hand behind my back, I can feel her trail her fingers down my back then out of nowhere she pushes them between the crack of my ass this causes me to push onto her hand with mine spreading my legs further apart, “Bette what on earth are you doing?”