A Jazz Club Story - When she shifted in her seat and spread her legs slightly, I glimpsed a healthy expanse of her taut thighs. She rubbed her palms along the material of her skirt and the hem climbed deliciously higher... (This is the first of five Jazz Club stories.) / (Reviews)
A Jazz Club Story - "There's a line for the women's room," she said to me as she shut the door behind her. She grinned mischievously at the sound of the click when she pressed the lock. "I didn't feel like waiting." (This is the second of five Jazz Club stories.) / (Reviews)
A Jazz Club Story - I walked her to her car, a Christmas tune competing with thoughts of how her breast pressed against my arm. Then she kissed me, long and deep and hard, and I felt her hands at my zipper... (This is the third of five Jazz Club stories.)
*** Silver Clit Finalist, December 2002. *** / (Reviews)
A Jazz Club Story - Her eyes flicked towards the restrooms and she grinned mischievously. When she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my jeans, I became instantly erect. She gave me a tug, and I followed her lead. (This is the fourth of five Jazz Club stories.)
*** Silver Clit Winner, December 2002. ***
A Jazz Club Story - With her back to the door, her eyes sparkled as she slowly unfastened each brass button. She stopped as the soft inner curves of her breasts were revealed, and laughed richly when she saw my expression. (This is the fifth of five Jazz Club stories.)
*** Silver Clit Finalist, January 2003. ***
