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Morrigan stood impatiently by the glass doors that opened out from the back of her estate into her garden. The sun would be rising soon and her lover should have long ago returned from her hunt. The white-haired woman remembered many nights just like this one many years ago when she stood waiting for the same thing in the same place for the same reason. Several decades ago, she would find herself standing outside those very doors at every turn of the moon. But during all those full moons her lover had returned eagerly to her arms, even before her transformation was through.

She would come with game in her jaws and would present it to her proudly, always eager to show off her skills. They would watch the sunrise together until it was too unbearable for Mo’s sensitive eyes to handle. And after the full moon had worn off, Mag would shrug off her werewolf form and they would head into the safety of the dark mansion. Depending on the two women’s patience, they would either bathe off the blood, moss and dirt from Magdalena’s dark skin and out of her wild curls. Or else they would head straight to bed and spend the entirety of the daylight hours in each others embrace. They would make love until both were spent and then they would sleep until the sun had once again set below the horizon, allowing for Morrigan to safely wander the world.

The vampire supposed it was too much to ask for the werewolf to be eager to return to her. After so long apart with so many bitter feelings toward her, it was a miracle Magdalena had come to her home at all. While they did spend many hours together, it was obvious the honeymoon stage was over. Her lover was not so affectionate or needy anymore. In her time alone she had become very independant and negative. She was wiser in the way of the world and there was much less wonder in her eyes. That imaginative and free spirited naive young woman had been replaced by someone who had seen more than it seemed she had wanted to see. She had been tortured by all kinds and been shunted by her own kind. She had experienced more anger than any one person should be allowed to bear and she had failed to satiate that anger for many years. She’d starved nearly to death, been hunted, and traveled the world in search of her own game. But no matter how different the woman acted, Mo could not shake her feelings for her.

Perhaps she was clinging to some false idea that it could be as wonderful as it used to be almost a century ago. They were happy together once and Mo wished more than anything that the world could return to that innocent time. It was unfair to ask it of Mag, she mused. It was unfair to wish her to remain blissfully ignorant just so that she could have some peace of mind. That time was long gone and it would never be the same again. All Mo could ask now was that Mag would not decide once again to take her anger out on her.

A shadow slipped around the trees, catching Mo’s attention and pulling her from her thoughts. As she observed the shape, it became obvious who it was. She smiled with relief and watched the battered, dirty and naked woman emerge from the treeline and into the borders of the garden. The moon had released its grip on her already and the sun was coming perilously close to being fully risen. Morrigan tentatively shuffled further into the shade of her home, wishing her lover would hurry to her.

But she walked at her own pace, seeming not to even notice the fact that someone was waiting for her. She rolled her shoulders, and rubbed the sore muscles of her arms. Mo could see her how her body moved, tired and aching from her night in the woods. It was doubtful she would be willing to continue their tradition of spending the day together as they once did. This was only their first full moon together after a thousand alone. Mo would be patient with her and just let it happen when the right time came.

It surprised her when Mag looked up from her body up to the crystal doors and the expression on her face wasn’t that usual annoyed sneer. Mag seemed as surprised as she was that Mo was standing there waiting. Her pace slowed and her eyes glanced to the sun, silently asking her question. Yes, it was hurting her, but she would wait an entire day out in the light if she knew Mag would be coming to her. Mo smiled sheepishly and took a few steps further from the door and into the shade behind the doors, to which she was granted another surprising reaction. Mag hurried herself! She jogged down the garden path and up the stairs, her long legs taking her a long distance with each step. And when she reached the double crystal doors, she shut them tight, darkening the room and bringing Mo a great feeling of relief.

“The hell are you doing?” the dark-haired woman snapped, making sure the curtains on the doors were closed tightly, protecting the vampire from daylight. “Don’t you have anything better to do than to stand there like an idiot?” the berating continued.

With any other person, Morrigan would never have tolerated such impudence. Whatever türkçe altyazılı porno poor soul dared speak down to her with such disrespect would have had their throat slit in moments. But under Magdalena’s gaze, Mo found herself cowering, staring guiltily down the slim and muscled brown legs before her at the bare brown feet. Mo feared no one, not even this tall and dangerous werewolf. They had battled many times in the past and Mo knew she could take her in a fair fight. What she did fear was that scorn. Ever since her return, Mag had been fiery in temper and easy to anger. So far she had not done anything that would cause her to leave once more, but she felt as if she was walking on coals trying to please this woman. It was unhealthy, she knew, but she needed this woman like an addict needed their own personal vices.

After a very strained moment of silence where Mag received no answer, she seemed to soften. Mo looked up when she heard a resigned sigh escape the naked woman’s lips. Without warning, those lips were at her own and she felt a very soft kiss grace her mouth. “I’m sorry,” came the hoarse apology. Morrigan did not think Magdalena was even capable of feeling guilt anymore. She seemed so sure of herself and even arrogant at times. But there it was, a word that made her feel less at fault than she had felt in almost a century. “I’d forgotten what it was like back then. Just didn’t think anyone was waiting for me anymore.” Another soft kiss and Morrigan felt like she would melt. Brown fingers caressed her pale face and neck and hands cupped either cheek, almost holding her up to the loving kiss.

Tentatively, Morrigan brought her hands to gently touch on the other woman’s bare stomach. She felt smooth skin and taut muscle. This woman was a runner and a fighter and it showed. When there was no resistance, her hands moved more boldly along her naked sides, curving along with the woman’s delicious shape. As her hands moved upwards. she could feel her lover’s hands move down. Almost simultaneously, they touched on each other breasts. Magdalena’s were small, but they were firm, perky and sensitive. Morrigan traced the tips her fingers along the hard brown nipples lovingly, enticing a moan from the lips attached to her own. Likewise, impossibly warm hands gripped her larger breasts through the fabric of her blouse and undergarments. Even through two layers of clothing, she could feel her heat and she wished for nothing more than to feel it directly on her skin. Luckily, Magdalena seemed to have that very same desire.

The werewolf made a little distance between them to watch her own fingers deftly unbutton Morrigan’s shirt. In seconds, her cleavage was clearly visible, skin pale against her black bra. Unfortunately, this moment could not continue. As desperate for that touch as both of them were, they were still in the middle of a hallway. Servants would be passing through any second to make sure the house was secure for the day and Morrigan did not think she had the constitution to be caught in public just yet. She knew for certain that Magdalena had never been the exhibitionist type. Pale hands pulled brown ones away from her chest, holding them to either side of her body gently. She received a questioning and annoyed look from the taller woman and she answered by leaning bodily against her and standing on tip toe to be able to whisper in her ear.

“I would prefer somewhere more private, my love,” her voice was low and sensual and it pleased her to feel the body against her own shiver. “How about we retreat to the bath? God knows we both deserve to just relax and soak.” Morrigan knew by then that she had to be careful with her words around this one’ as with everything. She had a silver tongue but many times now Magdalena could recognize and didn’t appreciate being manipulated. And yet, she could not simply insult the woman to her face and tell her she reeked from her night in the woods. So a sincere suggestion that included the both of them and did not sound like a command seemed just the right thing to say. Still manipulative, but less obvious, she reasoned.

Relief filled her when the words were agreed to positively and she felt Magdalena nod, their cheeks rubbing against one another. Deep red lips spread into a smile and she stepped back to take her lover’s hand. It was a lack of foresight that she did not bring anything for Mag to cover herself in, but she didn’t seem to think anything of it. Morrigan knew that she definitely didn’t mind. Delicately, the pale woman led the dark one through the house, passing only a few respectful maids on their way up the stairs and toward the mansion’s master bedroom.

Only after the door was closed and locked behind them did Morrigan release Magdalena’s hand. Without a word. she crossed the room toward the attached bathroom, disappearing within to run the bath. The porcelain bathroom was shining white and always meticulously clean. In all of Mo’s long, long life, only Mag had been able to get xnxx away with making a mess. And sure enough, this woman was getting away with murder with the way her dirty feel padded along the floor, smearing her accumulated filth along the carpet and tile. The woman followed her into the bathroom, looking on in silent awe at the changes that had been made. The last time she had seen the bathroom, plumbing was a new concept and it had not been completely installed within quite yet. Now the room looked just as modern as any other. Except for the layout, Mag did not seem to recognize the room.

Silently, Mo waved her over to the large jacuzzi-style tub, a mildly amused grin on her red lips. Mag, in a rare moment of obedience, did as she was bidden. She stepped up to the tub and Mo stepped up to her once more, taking each of her hands to place them on her buttons once more. “Now we can finish where we left off,” she cooed, a sly smile on her lips. The smile was returned and the dark woman took no time in unfastening the remaining buttons and shoving the blouse from Mo’s arms. The garment was thoughtlessly tossed to the tile floor in the same moment that Mag’s hands started pushing away Mo’s jeans.

As the massive bath slowly filled, Mag took the time to make a show of the task. She lowered her body as she lowered the pants and panties from Mo’s hips. She was on her knees before her shapely lover, her mouth exploring her lower belly. The undressing ended at Mo’s ankles as they both became preoccupied with Mag’s kisses. Her lips sucked and nipped at the flawless skin, as white and clean as the porcelain bathroom around them. As her lips moved lower still, Mo could feel herself shudder in anticipation. Those dark lips kissed the mound of her sex, tickling the thin, white, untrimmed hair and sending further sensations straight through her. Morrigan’s resulting moan seemed to encourage her lover onward and prompted a tongue to snake from between her lips and between her own nether ones.

Morrigan’s stomach clenched from the pleasure. She stepped from her jeans, pulling her bare feet free to be able to spread them wider. Mag took the hint and licked eagerly at the area, tasting her juices. It was only then that Mo realized how wet she had become in her anticipation of this moment. She could feel Mag’s tongue place focus on Mo’s clit for a moment, sending lightning up through her body and causing her legs to go weak. She might have fallen had strong brown hands not taken grip around her thighs to hold her steady. With the arms wrapped around her legs, the fingers at each end tickled her skin, One caressed her inner thigh, another pushed upward past her legs to grip her buttox, the soft flesh molding between her fingers.

Without thinking, the vampire’s hands flew to their own positions. One settled in the werewolf’s tangled mane. She gripped her locks and stroked her scalp with the tips of her fingers. Mag’s head tilted, catching Mo’s attention and she looked down to find she was looking back at her, watching. Pink appeared on Mo’s cheeks and she loosened her grip sheepishly. It was hard to read those dark eyes lately, but it was very easy to feel intimidated by them. Whatever she must have been thinking it did not change her technique. Her whole mouth was working along the channel, sucking, nipping, kissing, stroking. She could feel her tongue threatening to enter her, driving her mad as it passed over her slit and denying her that pleasure, if only to replace it with a different pleasure with the continued stimulation of her clit. The motion was repetitive and she felt like she was in a trance, emotions flitting between impatience and wishing it would never end. Mo’s other hand moved to her own breast, grasping it through the fabric of her bra tightly as if she needed something to cling to; as if it would steady her and bring her back down to earth.

At some point, Morrigan had expected her lover to release her grip on her and finish undressing her so they might slip into the tub together. But she clung tightly to her and her assault between her legs only became more and more passionate and concentrated. The pleasure built and built with each passing second. Every time those lips sucked or that tongue flicked her clit, her body writhed and she moaned low with delight. She could not bring herself to stop it. She had wanted for this for so long. Her only dismay was in that she could not return the pleasure given her to the beautiful woman on her knees. They would continue play through the day, she hoped, and when the time came, she silently determined herself to return that pleasure tenfold.

The end came very suddenly and powerfully. Morrigan cried out as she reached her orgasm. Even as her cum flowed from her, Mag did not move away, sucking all the more eagerly to taste her and keep the moment going for as long as she could.

Morrigan heard laughter and glanced down, shocked by the sudden sound and change of tone. She was too lightheaded and breathless to process what porno izle was so funny right away. Mag’s attention had moved from Mo’s sex to the tile below them where water from the tub had begun to overflow in their carelessness. Mag pushed off of the floor and reached for the water spout while Mo recovered. She twisted the knob off and reached further down to pull the plug from the drain. “Perhaps we should focus on one thing at a time,” she grinned up at her. Mo laughed in turn and nodded, her body still tingling from her climax.

Once the water had emptied a bit, Magdalena replaced the drain. She stood once more to finish her previous task. Long arms reached around Morrigan to unclasp the black bra and it was tossed aside with all the rest of her clothes. The look on Mag’s face as they bounced free amused Mo to no end. The woman bit her lip and seemed almost hungry. It was a look she had not seen on her face before, but she returned her lustful gaze. She took her lover’s arms and pulled her toward her as she stepped into the tub, guiding her to sit in front of her, their legs entwined.

Morrigan insisted on washing Magdalena first. She was the one covered in filth after all. She reached over the side and grabbed a clean loofa from the cabinet beside the tub as well as a scented bottle of body wash. She poured the soap liberally onto the sponge, filling the room with the sweet scent of flowers. Even before Morrigan had reached over to start scrubbing her lover’s skin, the water had already become soiled by her dirtied feet and the blood that had clung to her. It disgusted Morrigan, but she knew the water would become plenty dirty still before this bath was done.

Magdalena seemed willing to just allow Morrigan to do her task. She sat back against the side of the tub, legs splayed wide and revealing every part of her lovely body to the other without shame. Eagerly, Mo got to work. She scrubbed soap and water across her lover’s skin, starting with her shoulders and making a path across her chest. She avoided touching her breasts, though her eyes could not look away from the erect nipples pointing right at her. She wanted to put her mouth on them so badly, but she bit her lip, determined to continue her washing first. She scrubbed down Mag’s belly going as low as he pelvic area before the loofa was guided back up her left side. She took Mag’s arm and spread it out in front of her to wash that as well. The next arm and then down her right side to her hips. Down her right leg, up her left, she worked slowly and thoroughly, glancing occasionally at the impatient expression on Mag’s face.

By the time she was done with her front, the water was all sorts of disgusting. Morrigan reached for the drain and allowed the tub to empty. She stood, taking Magdalena’s hand and pulling her up alongside her. She motioned for her to pull the curtains closed and she did so. Once the tub was empty, Mo turned the faucet and pulled the tab that would reroute the water to the shower head above them. It rinsed them both well, leaving their skin clean and shining. With her feet, Mo started pushing the remaining filth from the tub down the drain until it was once more clean enough to seat themselves.

While the water still showered down on them, she motioned for Mag to kneel in front of her again. “Your hair is an impossible mess, dear,” she explained. “I can’t reach it from down here.” The woman must have been a full head taller than she was. Magdalena returned to her knees with only an uncertain look on her face to protest. Once again, Morrigan reached for the cabinet behind the tub and grabbed bottles of shampoo and conditioner… she would need a lot of conditioner to manage this crazy mop. She poured the shampoo onto her palm and started scrubbing through the tangles, laughing when her fingers became impossibly entwined with the curls. Magdalena caught on soon after and had to help her untangle herself several times before they had washed through the entire mass.

“When was the last time you properly combed through your hair, my love?” she giggled, stepping back to let the shower rinse the soap from her hair. Her eyes traveled down her body along with the dripping white shampoo, as it trailed down her breasts, over her nipples and down her belly. It was such an oddly erotic little detail.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad, is it?” Mag laughed in turn, pulling Mo’s wandering eyes back to her smiling face. “My hair is just thick. I can stand up after it’s been combed through and there would already be knots again!” She ran her hands through the dark clumps, pulling her fingers through the tangles with some effort. “At least it’s not matted.”

“This is true,” the vampire agreed, pursing her lips in a smile. She then took the bottle of conditioner and stood in front of the water once more so that she could rub the oily soap through as well. She was careful not to pull too harshly on her scalp with each tangle or knot that she combed her fingers through. She would do a more thorough job of that once they were out of the tub. She stepped aside for the second rinse and this time, Mag stood up to be able to wash the conditioner out herself and once more, Mo could not keep her eyes from the contrast of the white suds sensually caressing the dark skin on its path downward.

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Rachel’s Story – Part 1

Hi, it’s me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story – I was in “Ugly Duckling,” (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn’t a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions.

In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Believe it or not, there’s a problem with that, and I’ll explain it later. Kira and I have made love nearly every night, since about two months into the semester, when she seduced me (though I was more than willing), and inflicted her cute little cheerleader body on me every chance she got. She was a bi sophomore, and I was a virginal, naive freshman. Well, virginal in that I had never fucked, or been fucked by, another girl. I had grown up masturbating constantly over the thought of other girls naked, so it’s not like I had been resistant to the idea of this beautiful college girl teasing, licking and filling my every hole. And I mean, every hole. So, we fucked constantly.

Typically Kira, with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders, would start it by crawling into our shared bed with me, her warm, soft, oh so fragrant body slipping under the sheets, and whether I was asleep or not, she’d kiss me lovingly, her soft, full pink lips pressing insistently against mine, her need expressed in every touch. Her tongue would venture shyly into my mouth, sharing our fluids, a precursor to other fluids that we’d share later in our lovemaking, a thought that never failed to excite me, ironically making me produce even more liquid. Her pink little tongue would tease me, dancing with my own, the excitement expressed in my own tongue’s responses echoed by the stiffening in my clitoris, which would begin swelling and peeking out from under its sheath above my pussy.

As Kira teased me further along, slowly building me to an eventual orgasm, our bodies would unite first at our lips, then we’d slowly join our bodies together, my soft hands touching her firm, smooth hands, our slim fingers interlacing as urgency overtook us. I could tell how excited Kira was by how hard she’d squeeze my fingers. When her grip absolutely hurt, I knew I was in for a full night of fucking, and I so looked forward to her hurting me, at least in that way! Her long polished fingernails digging into my skin I came to associate with the naughtiest orgasms she would give me.

Soon, my erect brown nipples would be kissing her hard, pink ones, then my small breasts nestling against, then eagerly embraced by, her full breasts, the sensation of warm, loving feminine mammary flesh pressing against my own often bringing me to small, preliminary cums, a warm flush spreading through my breasts along with strong tingles emanating from my pussy and radiating through my body.

As Kira would loom over my prone body, her full, feminine body just above mine, my body quivering softly under her command, her eyes intently locked on mine, her sweet, warm breath filling my being, she would adjust her position to suit herself, the fronts of her smooth thighs pressing against the fronts of my thighs, our smooth legs rubbing together, then, slowly her leg slipping in between mine, my legs submissively spreading wide.

Her wet pussy would kiss my thigh at the exact moment that her own thigh would press insistently against my own cunt, our hips and pussies fucking softly. The molten liquid of her slit would burn into my leg, making my own pussy even wetter, knowing that I was feeling Kira’s excitement. I could always identify my female lover’s smell then, her pussy musk, and body splash and sweet breath making an unforgettable olfactory trigger that eventually came to make me cum, simply in Pavlovian reaction to the combined smells, and the pleasures I came to expect when smelling them!

Eventually, all of our clothes would be off, stripped off in haste or at leisure, by our own hand or by the other, a hot and bothered lover, even to the extent that we’d occasionally rip each other’s nighties, bra or panties in removing them, and laugh about it, and then we’d tease each other – warm, wet mouth sucking each other’s fragrant, hard nipples, or conversely, teasing one another’s lips with our nipples, and with our slim fingertips, sometimes sucking on fingertips like large clits, stroking each other’s hard pink clits, pinching those hard little pearls of pleasure, fingers slippery with each other’s cum, dipping fingers deep inside into each other’s moist pussy, bringing those liquid-tipped fingers to each other’s mouth and to our own, and when we were really hot, fucking each other’s ass hole with a tongue and fingers.

Kira has a beautiful, dynamite body, but I think it’s her ass that turns me on the most, or maybe just the thought that I’m licking another girl’s poop chute (to be coarse about it). I never realized that I could spend literally hours licking her pink, puckered hole and make both she and I cum from the experience. Kira introduced me to the porno indir pleasures of finger fucking a girl’s ass to orgasm, followed by licking that same orifice to multiple subsequent cums.

And caressing her round, warm bottom, tickling and teasing those beautiful, welcoming pillows both through her panties, and after I’ve stripped them off her makes us both experience very strong shudders of ecstasy. Kira keeps her bottom scrupulously clean for me, as I do for her, so that our noses fill with each other’s feminine musk, and just a hint of a darker smell. Kira also showed me how to fuck a girl’s ass with a small dildo, and I had to pretend again and again that I didn’t cum, even though I came countless times, simply so that she wouldn’t stop fucking my ass with that delightful black-colored toy. Kira taught me so much about woman-woman love, that I feel like I’ve betrayed her. But, there were … problems between us.

“Kira, do you love me?” I asked her one night, lying on my back, my knees up and spread, while Kira lay between my thighs, licking my pussy.

“Umm?” she asked, raising her head. “Of course, I love you SO much, baby,” she said. “Why?”

“Oh, good,” I said. Kira lowered her head, and presently I felt her tongue lapping delightfully at my wet slit, and around, and on, my clit. After a little while I said, “Do you like boys better than me?”

Kira looked up again. “Rachel, why the third degree? Is there something bothering you?”

“No, nothing,” I said. “I was just wondering if being fucked by a guy is better than being loved by another woman.” Kira looked at me with a funny expression.

“Rachel, I think that your mother built a lot of doubt into you, by treating you so horribly. Please don’t let it affect your relationship today, please, baby? And to answer your question, guys suck at fucking, okay? I have all the happiness I could ever want with you, believe me. You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.” I still wasn’t satisfied, but I decided to keep my doubts to myself. I had this nagging feeling that Kira would one day go back to guys, and leave me all alone. I guess that was one of the first indications that this would end up with us both in a very complicated situation.

One thing about Kira that at first turned me on, but which also terrified me, and which she didn’t show me until recently, was her exhibitionism. At first I thought that the occasions in which she would flash other girls with her hot, young body were completely innocent, but later I began to have doubts. Or maybe I should have known that she might like to show off, with her being a cheerleader….in any case, it became one more thing that piled onto my doubts about Kira and me.

One time, Kira and I decided to go to the Diversity Fair, on campus. It was set up at the ‘farm’ part of campus, at a combined mini-fairgrounds and pasture. It was just basically a carnival with rides and games, but some of the money went to various campus groups that promote diversity. While we were getting dressed to go, Kira had put on a short black leather skirt, and a white cotton top. “Gosh, I didn’t know you HAD a skirt like that,” I said. “That’s really kind of … hot!” I was just wearing khaki cargo shorts, and a yellow velour tee, and feeling sort of underdressed.

“Come here, I’ll show you something,” Kira said, with a ‘come hither’ look in her eye. I walked over and put my right hand on her shoulder, as she faced me.

“Yes, dear?” I asked, jokingly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, she said, “Check this out,” and took my other hand, her eyes still locked onto mine, and brought it under her skirt to the damp crevice between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and my finger quickly slipped inside her wet slit, in and out lightly.

“I thought it would be fun to go ‘sans panties,’ just to see what it would be like,” she said. “So far, it’s pretty hot, don’t you think?” She took my hand in hers again, and brought it up to her face, her warm, wet lips slipping over my forefinger, sucking her cum off my finger as though she were sucking a dick. That certainly got ME hot, and wet!

“Yeah,” I said, “it sure is! But I’M not going to do that, I don’t have the courage.”

“Well, it’s just for a goof,” Kira assured me. It was twilight, just the early part of the evening, when we walked out of the dorm, down the hill and past the leafless trees to the big, open grassy field that served as the carnival area, with its few permanent cinder block restroom buildings, . The colorful lights were flashing on the rides, the typical carnival music blaring, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was so strong it was almost sickening, and I flashed back to a time when my mother had taken me to the carnival in our town in Indiana when I was a small girl, maybe six years old. I had gotten lost there, and wandered around for what seemed like hours, before a police woman had found me, taken me back to the carnival office, and they’d located my mother.

I’d always thought rokettube that it was my fault, being a typical little girl, I had probably wandered off, attracted by the lights and noise, and no doubt my mother was searching frantically for me. It was only in the light of my adult awareness that I remembered the police woman remarking to a co-worker, “It was the funniest thing. She wasn’t at all concerned, and when we told her we had her daughter, she seemed almost … disappointed.” As those memories flashed through my mind, another nail in the coffin of my already overpowering dislike of my mother, I squeezed Kira’s hand hard, causing her to yelp.

“Ouch, are you okay?” Kira asked. She looked at me uncertainly.

“Yeah, it’s okay now,” I said, smiling as my beautiful present drowned out my ugly past. Kira spotted the most prominent ride, and asked me if I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, and I said sure. We stepped up into the gondola, and when we sat down, Kira whispered in my ear, “Wow, it feels REALLY cool without panties,” and innocently waggled her legs open and closed a couple of times.

There was a blonde teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and an orchid halter, and she and her boyfriend were standing in front of the Ferris Wheel looking right at us when Kira spread her legs wide. The girl could see right between Kira’s legs, and she smiled when Kira flashed her with a nice view of her pink little pussy, but the boy just looked dopey. I shook my head, figuring Kira’s little stunt was eventually going to get her in trouble.

Kira must have been really horny that night, because as we were getting on another ride, one of those teacup rides that spin around and try to make you sick, and just as I sat down, Kira shoved her hand down the back of my shorts, and for the whole ride, her hand was on my bare ass, her finger diddling my ass hole! The centrifugal force drove my ass onto her finger, and I enjoyed the feeling, but her boldness with all those people around made me nervous. I really blushed when the ride was over and I got up – Kira pulled her finger out of my ass, and sucked on it, in front of everybody, though fortunately nobody else knew where it had been!

About a half hour later, after a Mega Soda each, we both had to pee, so we headed over to one of the fairgrounds’ restrooms. They were white-painted cinder block, and looked like they’d been built 30 years ago, but at least they were clean, and they smelled clean, or at least didn’t smell like old pee. The dopey looking teenage boy from the Ferris Wheel flashing was standing around smoking a cigarette outside the girls’ room, I guessed he was waiting for his cute girlfriend. We went in, which was shocking in itself, usually there’s a long line, lol.

When we got inside, our eyes squinting in the damp darkness, standing at one of the hand sinks drying her hands, was the cute blonde girl, and she looked even cuter up close. She had to have had C cups, sitting up perkily. I had to admit they were tasty looking, and her ass looked great, full and round under her denim skirt, her tanned thighs bare. She boldly went up to Kira as she headed for a stall, and said, “Hi!”smiling at both Kira and me.

Just like that, she was coming on to Kira, in front of me, with her boyfriend outside the door, and in a public restroom. I was even more surprised when the girl curled her hand under Kira’s skirt, about halfway up her thigh, then walked her fingers up the inside of Kira’s thigh, getting closer and closer to Kira’s wet honeypot. Kira turned and looked seriously at her full on, I thought she might smack her – instead, Kira spread her legs a little wider, and then smiled at her.

Kira said, “C’mon,” and gestured to me, and the two of them went into the handicapped stall. I was frozen, torn between jealousy and lust, then I followed the two lissome girls inside. Kira sat down on the toilet seat, and dropped her leather skirt onto her feet, careful to keep it off the floor, and began peeing into the toilet, a long, loud, salty-smelling stream, then gestured to the girl to approach her. Kira looked up at me and said, “It’s okay, babe.” I didn’t really know what to think, I was torn between the prospect of raw sex, and the affection I had for Kira.

The attraction of raw sex moved into the lead when the blonde, her back to me and standing no more than six inches in front of Kira, hiked up her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her light blue satin panties slipped midway down her thighs. Her smooth, round ass, creamy white and delicious looking, was bare before my eyes, and her pussy just inches away from Kira’s face. I could smell the girl’s hot, wet musk – she must have been creaming in her panties for some time. Perhaps since Kira had flashed her with a memorable view of her own bare snatch.

The girl’s ass was really cute, and if I were bolder I might have bent down and licked it, but instead Kira put her hands on waistband of the girl’s panties, turning them so that the white inner porno cotton crotch panel was exposed to Kira’s eyes, and then her tongue, as she licked at the sweet female cream the girl had left there. The girl moaned, and ran the fingers of one hand through Kira’s luxurious blonde hair. Her other hand was caressing one of her own full, round breasts through the flimsy synthetic fabric of the halter top. Her nipples were poking through, it was clear that they were mouth-wateringly long. And those boobs must have been firm to sit up so high, since she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra.

Kira then grasped the girl’s hips, and pulled her pussy, with its small, trimmed blonde bush, toward her face. It was apparent that she was licking the girl’s pussy – I might be naive, but I’m not stupid. The girl’s ass was shaking with ecstasy, and I thought to myself, ‘it must be jam, ’cause jelly don’t shake like that.’ She looked as though she came, a couple of times, her hips banging on Kira’s face, then the girl smiled, stepped back and turned to me, saying, “It’s your turn, honey,” in a sweet young girl voice.

Kira’s face was shiny and wet with the girl’s cum, and I could smell the girl’s pussy on her face. As though in a trance, I unzipped my shorts, and pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs, and Kira began to service me, too. Kira’s tongue is always heavenly, and I gave myself over to the sensations, and soon I too was cumming on Kira’s wet face, the girl’s cum juice mingling with mine in Kira’s lovely mouth. Her tongue snaked in and out of my hole, and I humped myself on her face. I got off on the thought of this anonymous girl and I both creaming our muffs on Kira’s hungry tongue and mouth, our lubrication mixing together inside of Kira.

I could feel the cute blonde’s hand on my bare ass, apparently she wasn’t as shy as I am, her finger creeping between my butt cheeks, and finding my moist brown puckered hole. I rotated my ass around, and she slipped her finger inside me, fucking my ass while Kira licked my cunt. I came countless times, then begged them to stop. Finally, we heard a voice whine from outside the building, “Honey, are you EVER coming out?” and we all laughed, then the girl got a rueful look and said, “Geez, I’ve gotta go! My dumb ass boyfriend may finally realize I’m not with him.”

Kira blurted out, “Madison Hall, 5th floor, Kira and Rachel,” and the girl looked at us thoughtfully, and said, “Thanks. I’m Beverly, Edison Hall, 1st floor. Maybe we can get together again.” She looked at me as she said this, not looking at Kira at all, which confused me, but secretly thrilled me too.

Beverly left, opening the painted wooden stall door, giving Kira and I a view of a florid-faced fat woman turning to enter the stall, who then stopped in shock when she spotted us. I slammed the door closed, re-latched it and I turned to Kira, still seated on the toilet, her skirt still at her feet. I couldn’t help but notice her sweet pink slit, as she had her legs spread wide for me. Kira was grinning, but I was mad, even with the delicious view.

“Dammit, Kira, I can’t believe you did that! Fucking some stranger, and in front of me!” I felt angry inside, although somewhat hot and bothered. I heard the shrill voice of the fat woman outside the stall yelling “Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m gonna pee my damn pants!” followed by heavy footsteps retreating from our end of the room.

“That fat babe can go piss in the sink. Come here, sweety,” Kira said, taking my hands. “You know I love you, and only you. It’s just fucking with these other girls, it’s love with you.”

Well, I can’t stay angry for long with Kira, and so I kissed her, and said, “Okay, but I need some warning if that ever happens again. And I have to pee too.” I longed for what happened among the three of us to happen again, as the cum was so intense and pleasurable, but I dreaded it, because it was too dangerous for a girl on scholarship, as well as possibly destructive of our relationship, which even now was evolving and changing. I could end up out of school, and alone, and I feared that more than anything.

“Sure, hon,” Kira said, then wiped herself, pulled up her skirt and got up to allow me to sit. I did, sitting on the now-warm seat, and letting loose a long stream of pee. While I was peeing, Kira stood in front of me, now lifting her skirt and showing me her beautiful little pussy. Her finger was circling her little button, and slipping in and out her slit, just up to her first knuckle. “Oh baby, please please me, okay?” she said, sweetly. Too sweetly for me to ignore, especially considering how pretty her hot, wet little muff looked to my enthralled eyes, and how nice it smelled.

I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, so I put my hands under her skirt, on her hips, then moved them back to grasp her round bottom, each hand full of beautiful, hot, girl ass. I pulled her cunt to my mouth, and licked up and down her wet slit, and her hard, pink little clit, smelling her sexy musk along with the leather of the skirt, and the salty taste of her pee, loving every bit of it. I nibbled at her lips along both sides of her opening, and with my hands on her full, round ass, fingered around her puckered pink hole, knowing how much Kira loved to have her ass played with.

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It always takes place in a large bedroom, lit well enough to see clearly, but not so bright as to be distracting. There are heavy drapes covering the window and a large bed, with a sturdy head and foot board. The sheets are soft and dark, with fat pillows at the headboard. The sheets have been pulled back, folded at the foot of the bed.

There is a woman lying on the bed, on her back with her arms stretched above her head, soft leather cuffs attached to each bed post. Her feet are the same, her legs spread wide, but not held tight. She has dark hair that looks like spilled chocolate syrup on the dark sheets. Her pale skin is creamy and smooth; it begs to be turned pink.

I walk to the bed and climb on, taking in the sight of her spread out, unable to stop me from doing whatever I want. It’s a powerful thought, to know that I could be rough and even cruel, but she can’t stop me. At the same time, I could tease her endlessly with light touches and withheld pleasure.

My need to touch her, to have some contact between us, is overwhelming. I reach out, running a fingertip over the calf nearest me. She watches me, silently watching as my finger traces around her knee and over her thigh. I like the goose bumps that follow my finger’s path.

I flatten my hand and place it gently between the ridges of her hip bones, fingertips at one, the heel of my hand at the other. Her skin is warm and smooth. I know my hands are cold and she can probably feel the rough calluses on my palm from years of bike riding. I let my hand settle, warming from her skin, and watch her face.

She raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t say anything. I give a small smile and run my hand up her torso, over her belly and between her small breasts to her throat. My thumb skates from the left to the right along her jawline; I pluck her earlobe with my fingers before leaning over to kiss her. She tries to tease me, but when she breaks off the kiss to flick her tongue at my lips I move away.

Swinging a leg over her I straddle her tummy and cup her breasts. They are small and I know she wishes they were bigger, like mine, but I love them. They fit into my hands perfectly and her pink nipples are so responsive. I haven’t touched them and they are already hard, small pink tips that tighten when I lean over and open my mouth to take one inside. I pause, mouth open, warm breath touching her sensitive skin and she makes a small sound.

Instead of suckling I let saliva drip onto the nipple before me, watching kağıthane escort as it falls down the rigid peak, quickly racing down the small hill of her breast. I let more follow, then I move without hesitation to the other nipple, her breasts still cupped in my hands, and latch on. I suck fast and hard, not sure if I enjoy the taste and texture of her nipple in my mouth or the soft hiss she makes at the sudden and intense stimulation more. She arches her back a little, her nipples are incredibly sensitive and I’m not being as gentle as I usually am.

As quickly as I latched on, I leave, nuzzling the underside of her breast, nipping the skin stretched over her ribs. My hands stroke down her sides, along the gentle sweep of her hips and hold there. I’m now kneeling between her legs and I kiss down to her small bellybutton. I slip my tongue into the shallow crater and wiggle it, making her giggle and squirm. I keep it up until she bucks her hips at me and tugs at her restraints. I veer away, not going further down as she was hoping, but instead to the side, coasting my lips over her skin along the edge of her rib cage and back up the center of her chest. I pause at the base of her throat, a small vein pounding away in the v of her collarbone. I gently scrape my teeth over that spot, using my tongue on the way back up, over the tendons and warm skin of her throat. I suck at the skin just under and behind her ear, her hair tickling my nose, the warmth of her natural scent arousing me further. I close my eyes to hold onto my control. I don’t want to rush this, instead I want to see how long I can please her before I get the better of myself.

Moving my mouth up to her ear I pull the lobe and its small earring into my mouth and roll my tongue around, the small stud’s backing scraping my tongue. When I let it go I whisper, “I want to leave a mark. May I?” She answers “Yes, but carefully,” and I shiver. I love walking around with love bites and hickies from my lovers and I find it just as thrilling to give them the same marks. Her skin is the perfect pale, creamy and clear, her pale blue veins visible beneath. I would love to bite her neck, leave the impression of my teeth there for the world to see, but she’s shy about that.

I settle for my next favorite place, her shoulder. Because her arm is drawn up it takes some angling before I’m happy, but I find the perfect place, delicate muscles bunched up wonderfully. I lick the spot before steadily sinking levent escort my teeth into her flesh. I try to use even pressure so I don’t break skin. I don’t want to harm her, just add a splash of pain to her arousal. To get her adrenaline running the way mine is. She groans softly and turns her head toward me…I let go and lick over the area, a red flush surrounding the white impressions. I look over, meet her eyes. I’m pleased to see her pupils are dilated. I kiss her again, my eyes open to meet hers. I brush hair off her cheek and kiss her chin before retreating between her legs.

She wasn’t expecting me to move on so quickly and spreads her legs as much as the cuffs let her, raising off the bed to watch as I lay down. I use my hands to peel her lips apart. Her juices immediately start to flow, previously held in place by her closed lips. I watch them trickle down the pink folds of her pussy and drip down to her crinkled asshole.

The smell of her pussy makes me forget about controlling myself. I lunge forward, my tongue making a broad sweep from her ass to clit, collecting juices and savoring them. The tang and sweetness. The feel of her puss under my tongue. Soft and pliable. Wet. Hot. I flick at her clit, up and down, circles around it, side to side. She moans and pushes her hips into my mouth. I move down and flutter my tongue over her inner lips, delicate pink folds that slip under my tongue. I roughly lap at the tight hole that was hidden by these lips, collecting fresh juices.

I can hear her talking, encouraging, probably dirty words coming out of her prim little mouth. I don’t understand them, too caught up in her pussy. I have her juices on my chin and nose, smearing my cheeks as I pull myself further into her. I stiffen my tongue and jab it into her puss, bobbing my head into her groin. I hear her breathing getting harsh, I can feel how much wetter she’s getting. I whimper as I fuck her pussy with my mouth. I want her to cum in my mouth. All over my tongue. I sneak a hand up and find a tight nipple, twisting it gently. That was what she needed, her hips snapping up and a sharp noise coming out of her mouth.

She comes down slowly, sighing and limp in her restraints. I nuzzle my face into her soaked pussy, getting juice everywhere. I mumble against her tender flesh, feeling her flinch at the over-stimulation. “Hmm?” she asks.

I reluctantly raise my head. “I love your pussy.”

She smiles and jerks her head back. “C’mere. şişli escort I need your pussy now.”

I pretend to consider what she said, licking at the tendons between thigh and groin. “How bad do you need it?”

I want to tease her, but she’s too smart for that, even pleasantly relaxed from an orgasm. “The real question is how had do you need it. I’m betting your sweet puss is making a mess on our clean sheets.” I grin, because she’s right. I’m swollen and wet, more so than ever before, but I want to do something else.

I sit up on my knees and unbuckle her legs, pushing her knees up to her chest. I hold them there and rub one hand over her pussy, splashing juices over her thighs. I use that same hands to rub my own pussy, smearing our juice over my outer lips. I let one of her legs down, helping her turn a little as I scoot close so our pussies bump. I hold her other leg up to my chest, making sure our pussies are positioned just right. When I’m done, my clit will brush hers as I move my hips against her.

Finally happy with our positioning I pump my hips a few times, getting used to the motion. She groans as my stiff clit rubs hers. I get the hang of the specific moves that give us the most contact and move fast. Our slick flesh slips and slides, our clits bumping with each pass. This was how I first masturbated, rubbing myself against the railing of my childhood bunk bed. The swell of sensation is familiar and I can feel myself blushing as I look down at her. Her chest has a rosy blush, nearly reaching her breasts and her eyes are narrowed, focusing on the intimate contact. I watch her breasts shake with our movements and feel muscles starting to tense in my lower back.

“Baby” I moan, readjusting my grip on her leg, still held up against me. She looks over to me, biting her bottom lip, panting through her nose. “I’m going to cum…on your pussy. All over…your delicious puss.” Her mouth opens but she doesn’t make a sound.

I look down at our pussies, so much wet flesh, flashes of pink folds glistening faintly. That’s all it takes. I growl a little bit and push my hips down hard into her, pumping roughly against her. My head is spinning and all I can smell is her, her taste fills my mouth. A euphoric rush fills me and I shudder, muscles suddenly relaxed. I look down between us again as my vision clears and peel myself off her. It’s clear that she came too, our flesh sticking together and both of us absolutely drenched.

I lean forward and fumble with her wrist cuffs. She makes it harder to focus by sucking at my nipple when it passes her. I release her and fall to the pillows, sleepy and content. I help her up and pull her close, sweat cooling on her back. I whisper how much I love her into her ear and drift off to sleep, the taste of her still on my tongue.

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I walked into the club feeling nervous. I knew what was going to happen tonight and even though I wanted it, had wanted it for so long, I wasn’t entirely sure I could go through with it. I saw him at the bar, ordering the drinks and my heart sped up. I felt my body responding and knew then and there that I would do whatever he wanted.

Walking over I put my hand on his shoulder, “Hi” I said as I felt him tense.

He smiled at me, “You came.”

“I wasn’t sure I would” I said “But I couldn’t stay away.”

Pulling me close, he nibbled my bottom lip. “Have a drink” he said “We have a room booked across the street”

I reached for the glass, looking into his eyes “I don’t want to wait” I said, drinking the shot down.

He took my hand and we walked out, over to the hotel where he led me to the room, “Are you sure?” he asked. “Once we go in there there’s no turning back.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. He kissed me before unlocking the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as his tongue parted my lips and wrapped around mine. My body was already tingling with anticipation. As we pulled apart and walked in she got up from the bed, coming over to meet us.

“Hi” she said “I’m Sarah.”

“Hi I’m Amy, and you’ve already met Greg, my boyfriend.” I say.

She nodded and unfastened her robe. I heard Greg swallow a moan as her naked body came into view. I was surprised at how forward she was being, but was already getting turned on as I saw how hard Greg was. Walking closer she kissed me hard as Greg went over to the bed, unfastening his trousers as I kissed her back. She started to open my jacket and Greg smiled when he saw that I wore nothing under it like he’d asked.

Sarah smiled as she saw; she dropped my jacket to the floor and ran her eyes down my body. Taking my hand, she led me to the bed. I was nervous but could already feel myself getting wet; Greg’s eyes were on mine as we came close to him. He was naked now, his arousal clear. I smiled güngören escort at him, stroking my fingers over him as she kissed me again. I moaned at the feel of her body pressed against mine as I wrapped my hand around Greg’s hard cock. He moved to the chair in the corner as Sarah and I lay down on the bed together.

We kept kissing, our tongues meeting as we ran hands down each other’s bodies. Her hands caressing my breasts as I moan softly. I see that Greg is excited and watch him as she leans to take my hard nipple in her mouth. My back arches as I bite my lip, my eyes on Greg’s, so turned on by them both. She teases my nipple, biting and sucking as she uses her fingers to pinch the other. I bite my lip as I watch Greg’s movements, his hand wrapped around his cock, working himself hard as he looks at me. She kisses her way down my body as my skin dampens, I feel myself tense in anticipation as her mouth finds me. Her tongue running up the slit of me as I suck in a breath sharply.

I feel her lick up and down my slit, my swollen lips quivering as her tongue teases. Knowing how wet I am as she runs her tongue inside of me, lapping up the wetness. Her tongue finds my hard little clit and I cry out as she nibbles and sucks it into her mouth. As she teases my clit I feel her sliding two fingers into my tight hole, my wetness allowing her to stretch me as she moves in me, finding my g-spot and relentlessly rubbing and pressing it as she works my clit harder. I start to shake and moan as a massive orgasm rips through my body, flooding me as I feel my juices running down me, onto Sarah’s face as she continues torturing me. I see Greg start to jerk harder watching us, wanting him to enjoy what was happening to me.

My shakes died down as Sarah takes out her fingers and licks me up and down slowly, licking the juices from me as I shiver. She kisses her way softly up my body, rolling my rock hard nipples between her fingers. As she kisses my neck, reaching to the bedside bağcılar escort drawer and taking out a huge strap on. My eyes widen as I look at Greg, he’s watching her with pure lust in his eyes as she straps it on and pulls me to the edge of the bed. Slowly she slides the dildo into my tight, tight pussy, pushing all the way into me as I cry out.

Greg moves over to the bed and kisses me as Sarah starts to slowly fuck me. Whispering how much he loves me as he watches me being fucked. If I’m honest with myself this is no longer about pleasing him. I reach up and pinch a nipple, rolling it between my fingers as I thrust my hips up, meeting her with every penetration. My moans getting louder as I found myself cumming again, amazed at how powerful it was.

As I lay back, limp and exhausted, Greg grabbed Sarah and kissed her, his cock pressing against her as I watched. His fantasy of watching being overtaken by the need to be a part of it. She pushes him away and lies back on the bed. I tell Greg to go and sit down as I lean over and kiss her softly. My hands exploring her body, touching the places I like to be touched, hearing her breath heavy as her skin dampened. I stroked a hand up her thigh, slowly moving over her mound and back down again, her moan telling me she was enjoying. I had never touched a woman this way before and was a little hesitant, but she begged me to go on.

I started to kiss my way down, stopping at her breasts to softly suck a nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking it as I pinched her other. I lick down her stomach and as I reach her pussy, I falter. She lifts her hips, begging me to touch her. I start by running finger between her lips, never having touched any but my own I was unsure of myself, but her moans and thrusts telling me I was right. I leaned forward, running my tongue after my finger, hearing Greg groan and knew he had just cum, but ignoring him. I was so hot knowing he was watching, feeling her wetness against my tongue as esenler escort I reached for her clit, my tongue grazing it as she pushes herself down on me. I took it into my mouth and flicked my tongue hard over it, encouraged by her moans, sucking softly as she writhes beneath me, her hands on my head forcing me harder. I nibble her clit as I slide a finger in, slowly starting to move in and out as I reach for her g-spot, pressing against it as she thrusts against my hand, my tongue working her clit as I taste her. Suddenly my mouth is flooded as she shakes violently, crying out as she cums.

Greg grabs me and turns me to him, kissing me hard, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as I hold onto him, dazed. I kiss him back passionately, knowing that he can taste her. My hands stroke down his body reaching for his cock and finding him hard again. Leaning back, he climbs onto the bed, never breaking the kiss as he pushes himself into me. Neither of us notice the door opening and closing as Sarah leaves the room.

I cry out as Greg thrusts in to me over and over, my hips rising to meet his as he pushes deeper. He rises up and pulls me into him, his hips pounding against me as he lifts my legs higher until they are resting over his shoulders. He places his hands under me, lifting my hips higher as he slams himself in over and over, rubbing against my g-spot, harder and deeper than I’ve ever felt him. I cry out, moaning as the pressure builds in me, my body arching and stiffening as I scream out. My pussy clenches him, tightening even more around his cock as he starts to spasm, emptying into me. As we both collapse onto the bed, he pulls me close. We notice that we are alone now and look at each other smiling.

“How was that?” he asked me.

“It was amazing.” I said to him “I’m glad you talked me into trying it once.”

“I loved watching baby,” he said “but I don’t ever want to share you again. No matter how hot it is to see.” He nibbled my neck softly, as his hands ran absently down my body, his fingers stroking me where I was most tender. I moved against him, not able to get enough of him. I turned to kiss him, pressing my tongue to his as I rode his hand. As the light started to pour through the hotel window, I climbed astride him and took him into me, slowly riding his cock as he stroked my shaking body.

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Sonali and Jina finally finished cleaning the house with a lot of groping, fondling, fingering and kissing. The last room that they cleaned was the master bedroom, the room they planned to use during their stay. The room had an old king size bed big enough for five people to sleep on comfortably. As soon as they were done Sonali pushed Jina onto the bed on her back and followed her quickly and placed her body on top of her breast to breast and started kissing her, her hands went to her breasts and started to knead them as she kissed her.

Jina pushed her tongue into Sonali’s mouth and drew her tongue into her own. As they kissed Sonali continued to mash Jina’s breasts, tweaking her nipples. Jina’s hands went under Sonali’s skirt grabbed her ass and started to squeezed them together and apart as they kissed. Sonali continued kissing down her neck, licking along her collar bone she dragged her tongue into the valley between her breasts moving her mouth over her right breast and started suckling on her breast drawing her nipple into her mouth and lightly biting on it.

“Ohhh!!.” moaned Jina loudly as she felt the bite of Sonali’s teeth on her nipple and the pleasure that followed it. Entwining her fingers in her hair Jina moved her head from her right breast to the left one, Sonali took as much of her breast in her mouth as possible and started to suck on it as hard as possible while her hand played with Jina’s right breast and nipple. Jina arched forcing more of her breast into Sonali’s mouth and pressing her head harder into her breast.

Sonali gave Jina’s nipple one last nip, and raised her head off her breasts and sat back in her lap. Grabbing the hem of her dress and pulled off her body in one smooth motion exposing her ripe body covered in a light sweat to the open air. Dropping her face back down onto Jina’s breasts Sonali took one of her large breasts in both her hands and started to suck on her nipple with renewed vigor.

Jina started to moan continuously as her breasts were simulated by Sonali’s mouth and her stomach was tickled by Sonali’s naked breasts rubbing across her midriff. Jina pulled Sonali away from her ministrations on her breasts.

“No…” protested Sonali as mouth was moved from the sweet breasts of Jina. “I want to feel your body against mine. I want to be naked.” Jina explained.

Sonali quickly worked towards making it happen, opening Jina’s petticoat and pulling it down. Jina raised her hips to allow Sonali to pull off the last piece of clothing standing in her way. Sonali sat back and looked at the beauty that lay in front of her to enjoy to her heart’s content. Jina’s long hair was spread across the pillow like a halo around her head.

Sonali laid her naked body on top of Jina’s naked body, lip to lip, breast to breast, cunt to cunt. They started to kiss each other, pushing their tongues into each other’s mouth, their naked legs entwined with each other. Sonali felt her cunt rest on Jina’s thigh at the same time she felt Jina’s cunt on her thigh. The two started to rub their cunts on each other thighs slowly building towards a mutual orgasm. The two of them rolled around on the bed rubbing against each other, their lips locked in never ending kisses. Sonali was kissing Jina’s neck running her tongues along her neck when she started to feel the beginning of her orgasm.

“I am going to cum.” she panted between drawn breathes.

“So am I.” panted Jina “Cum with me.”

“ARRGGHHHH…” screamed the two of them unison spilling their juices of the others thigh. After the powerful orgasm the two of them did not stop but continued to rub their cunts on each other’s thighs building up towards their next orgasm. They continued like this rolling around on the bed rubbing their bodies against each other enjoying one orgasm one after the other.

****

Nikita slowly got up from the chair and extended her hand towards Reeva who took it and stood up. Drawing her to herself Nikita pulled Reeva’s body into her own and kissed her on the mouth, darting her tongue out to flick her lips, Reeva parted her lips and drew Nikita’s tongue into her mouth where their tongues dueled with each other. Pushing her tongue into Nikita’s mouth Reeva ran her tongue over her teeth and into her throat. The two of them finally broke their deep kiss to get some air.

Nikita stepped back from Reeva and taking her by one hand and with the other hand picked up the double headed strapped dildo and led her out of the kitchen and into the sitting room. Nikita sat down on the couch and pulled Reeva onto her lap and pulled her face down for light kisses on the lips , cheeks, eyes and then back to her lips in much more deeper and soulful kiss.

Breaking the kiss Reeva stuck her tongue out licking Nikita’s lips who stuck her own tongue out touching Reeva’s, their little tongue plays soon turned into a deep French kiss as Reeva pushed her tongue into Nikita’s mouth, where they dueled with each other. Nikita pulled Reeva into her body, mashing their breasts together until they became as one.

“Mmmmmm…” moaned Reeva as they broke the kiss pulling back a little, she placed her merter escort legs on either side Nikita’s waist and then went back to kissing her. As they kissed the two of them started to push their bodies against each other setting a rocking motion drawing pleasure from the friction of their bodies against each other and their hands roaming over the others body.

Nikita latched her lips onto Reeva’s breasts and started to suck on them with force her cheeks hollowing as she sucked as much of the breast as she could fit into her mouth, feeling the renewed pressure of her breasts Reeva felt an orgasm building in her body, Nikita lightly bit on the aroused nipple of Reeva’s breasts sending her into a series of mini orgasm. As she rode her orgasms Nikita slowly lowered her on her back on to the couch.

“Unhhhh…mmm…” moaned Reeva as she lay on her back with her eyes closed running her hands over her breasts slowly as she basked in the afterglow of her mini orgasm. Nikita harnessed the double headed dildo around her waist with one end inside her cunt and the other end sticking out hard and straight towards the body of Reeva. Nikita raised Reeva’s left leg and placed it over the back of the couch and lowered her right leg down to the floor opening her slit and giving her direct line to her target. Holding the dildo, she ran the tip of it over her slit and clit.

“OOhhhh!!…hmmmm!! More…put it in me…fuck me!!” moaned Reeva as the dildo stimulated her body. Nikita slowly pushed the dildo in her cunt, rocking her hips forward and forcing the entire length of the tool into Reeva.

“Ohhh…God…that feels so good.” Reeva moaned as she felt the whole length of the dildo inside her.

Nikita started to rock her hips forward, pumping the dildo into Reeva’s cunt. Nikita went down and captured Reeva’s lips in a deep kiss pushing her tongue into her mouth, running it over her teeth. Nikita brought her hands to Reeva’s hips as she held her there speeding up her pace, she then moved her hands to her breasts as she squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipples.

“Ohhh goooddd…that feels good.” Reeva moaned, she wrapped her legs around Nikita’s hips and pulled her into her body wrapping her arms around her legs. Both of them were caught up in their passion setting up a rhythm between their bodies. Nikita grabbed Reeva’s hand around her neck pulling them over Reeva’s head, then lowered her mouth towards her raised and exposed breasts and started sucking on her nipples. Reeva went wild with the feeling in her cunt and Nikita’s teeth on her nipples.

Nikita grabbed Reeva by her ass and started to ram the dildo into her. Reeva humped up her hips in tandem with Nikita meeting her half way in their love making. The two lusty women felt the explosion building inside their bodies.

“Agghhh…oh gods…” screamed Reeva as she went into her orgasm quickly followed by Nikita who also screamed out her release almost at the same time. The two of them continued to slowly and gently push into each other. Nikita laid her spent and sweaty body on top of Reeva bodies their lips meeting in a slow, deep kiss. Their hands moving to each other’s breasts automatically as they slowly stimulated each other as their sexual juices slowly leaked out their cunts around the dildo impaled in their bodies.

“I love you.” Nikita whispered into Reeva’s ear as she kissed and licked her ear. “I love you too” Reeva responded both women spent by their energetic marathon love making session. As Nikita rested on top of her body Reeva hugged her closer to herself running her hands slowly through her long silky hair and over her naked back.

Once the two women had caught their breaths and rested a little, they started to feel their passions building up again. As they slowly squirmed around the dildo in their slits started to arouse them again.

“Oh my god…what’s happening to me.” Nikita thought to herself “I have never been this aroused in my life…I just can’t get enough of this girl.”

As the two of them started again they slowly rolled of the couch and onto the floor with Reeva on top. As they kissed with their tongues dueling for supremacy in their mouths. They slowly broke the kiss with a string of saliva connecting their tongues. As Reeva pulled back Nikita tried to stick her tongue out and capture her lips in a kiss, but she gently pushed her back on the ground and putting her hands on her breasts she started to squeeze them as she started to undulate her hips pumping the dildo inside her and pleasuring Nikita at the same time.

“Ummmm!!” moaned Nikita as she raised her hands and grabbed onto Reeva’s breasts and pinched her nipples with her fingers and ran her nails over her sensitive aureoles. Reeva raised herself off the dildo, letting it come about half way out of her and then slammed into back in, as she built up the pace Nikita started to raise her hips also meeting her half way. The two of them quickly set up a tempo that provided equal and increasing amount of pleasure to each of them. Reeva dropped her hands from her breasts where they had been helping Nikita and zeytinburnu escort fell down to the space where their bodies met near the cunts and as she ran her fingers through Nikita’s neatly trimmed cunt hair, she felt the bump of her clit and immediately clamped it between her fingers and pulled.

Nikita arched her body pushing the dildo further into Reeva and screaming her orgasmic release into the empty house. Reeva was only seconds behind Nikita as she also achieved her orgasm. Laying her naked and sweaty body on top of Nikita. Reeva sighed and lightly kissed her on the lips and face. The two of them lay on the floor enjoying the feel of the others body and the mini orgasms that went through their bodies, still connected by the dildo.

*****

Sonali and Jina were sitting up in the bed facing each other, Sonali had her legs around Jina’s waist. Both of them had their arms around each other’s naked bodies pulling the other in to her body, their breasts mashing together lips joined in a kiss as their tongues dueled for supremacy. The two of them had been enjoying each other’s body for the past hour taking full advantage of the privacy, and the fact that the house was set in own spacious grounds with no nearby neighbors, which allowed them to vent their orgasmic screams with abandon.

Jina reluctantly pulled away from Sonali saying “We have a lot of time to continue this, right now we need to finish unpacking and then we have to go to town to pick up groceries, hurry up so that we can quickly get back to making love.”

“No, just a little longer.” moaned Sonali bringing her hands to Jina’s breast kneading them and lightly scratching her nipples with her nails. Jina threw her head back with the pleasure emanating from her breasts as Sonali fastened her lips to her neck, kissing and licking her way up to Jina’s ear which she lightly bit and then proceeded onto her parted lips. Pushing her tongue into Jina’s mouth, massaging her tongue with her own, while her hands continued to simulate her breasts.

Jina finally broke away from the spell being cast over her by Sonali’s action and pushed her back. “No” she said “It will soon be dark and the shops will start closing, we have to get ready, take a quick shower and get dressed and meet me in the living room.”

Jina quickly extricated herself from Sonali and get off the bed and went towards the washroom, Sonali fell back on the bed with frustration, and watched the naked Jina walk towards the washroom with longing, admiring the way her body moved with unbridled sexual energy and invitation, and thanked God that she would have all summer to enjoy the pleasures that she would give her and also receive from her. Despite the fact that this was Jina’s first lesbian encounter already her innate sexuality had asserted itself and given Soanli great pleasure in the short time they had been together.

Stopping at the washroom door Jina looked back and said “Well, are you going to lie there or join me to get clean to go to the market?”

“Shower with you?” Sonali asked in surprise.

“Well we would use less water and time if we showered at the same time?” Jina answered with a smile on her bee stung lips and went in to the washroom.

Sonali jumped up from the bed and rushed towards Jina. Jina guided Sonali by the hand into the bathroom where there was a large walk-in shower.? Jina turned on the water while Sonali closed the glass door behind them.? As the water sprayed on them, they began scrubbing each other with soap, stroking each other’s bodies.?Both women felt dizzy and restless from the strong fruity smell of the growing layers of lather.? Sonali scrubbed Jina large breasts with the soap, her hands running the bar across her nipples, both breasts swinging pendulously with her movements.?Sonali gazed at Jina’s bosom, each nipple tantalizing her with their hardness.?Jina rubbed shampoo into Sonali’s hair.?Sonali took the soap off Jina’s tits, and was hypnotized as the lather slowly washed away, exposing her sensuous flesh.?Sonali reached around Jina to soap her ass, pressing her face into Jina’s breasts.?She closed her eyes and licked the wet skin while her hands wandered around Jina’s haunches, following the curves of her ass until she reached her asshole.

Sonali teased the edges of Jina’s buttocks with her fingers, Jina moaning softly as her flesh tingled from Sonali’s touch.?She thrust her hips against Sonali, begging her to finger her.?Sonali slipped one delicate finger up Jina, causing her to moan with ecstasy, her knees trembling as her cunt burned.?Jina discarded the bar of soap in her hands and embraced Sonali’s hips, fondling her lover’s ass cheeks with lust.?

Sonlai gasped into Jina’s dripping bosom and sucked her left nipple wetly on the hard-little knob.?Jina purred, her nipple on fire as Sonali licked it over and over.?She felt passion building within her, and moved her fingers against Sonali’s pussy lips.?Jina spread them apart gently before plunging her finger up Sonali’s cunt.?Sonali gasped at Jina’s attentions, using the lewd energy she felt from it to thrust harder güneşli escort into Jina.?The women were fueling each other’s desires with their hands and fingers.?Both women jerked faster, their moans growing louder and echoing through the shower.

Their machine-like cycle of fingers slid into each other’s cunts over and over as the two lovers’ insides began contracting around the foreign objects within them.?Sonlai sucked on Jina’s tit with unrestrained lust.?They grasped each other possessively, and groaned loudly as they orgasmed, their cunt spewing onto each other’s hands.

*****

After their marathon love making session Nikita and Reeva where still on the floor of the sitting room the dildo discarded just enjoying each other’s embrace lightly running their hands over the other’s body, their legs entwined. Their reverie was broken by the sound of the phone ringing. Nikita groaned, she would have to leave this beautiful body to answer the phone, she lovingly disentangled her body from Reeva and headed over to the phone.

“Hello.” said Nikita to the person on the other side of the call “Yes we are both still at home…you won’t be back till dinner…ok, no problem…I hope you sister feels better…ok, bye.” and she put the phone down.

Turning to the still naked Reeva who had moved to the couch she said “Your mother won’t be back till after dinner, her sister is not feeling well and she is going to sit with her for a while”

Reeva smiled at her good luck, now she and Nikita will have more time to explore this new dimension of their relationship. As she started to get up and embrace the phone rang again and Nikita picked it up.

“Hello?” she said “Raj how are you? yes your sister is back… no she is at her sisters house.” while Nikita was talking to her husband on the phone Reeva had snuck up to her and snaked her arms from behind her and grabbed onto Nikita’s breasts “Eek!!” exclaimed Nikita in surprise “No…its nothing I was just startled by a bird that sat on the window” she told her husband while looking back with a scowl at Reeva’s impish smile.

Reeva moved back and slowly turned Nikita around until she was facing her, pushing her back until she was standing against the wall next to the phone, she ran her hands all over Nikita’s naked body, concentrating on her chest kneading and squeezing her perfect breasts, tweaking her nipples. Nikita’s breathing got heavy as her lust rose due to Reeva’s expert manipulation of her breasts making it hard for her to concentrate on her husband’s words just as she was about to push Reeva away her hands fell away from her breasts and were replaced by her lips on her left nipple trying to squeeze as much of her breasts into her mouth as possible.

“Unnnhhhh…” moaned Nikita softly, slapping her hand over the phone mike, from the feelings generated in her breasts and spreading to the rest of her body just when she thought that Reeva would stop out of fear of exposing themselves her lips moved from her breasts and started travelling downwards towards her cunt.

Reeva slowly kissed and licked her way down Nikita’s body. Her mouth on her stomach caused her stomach to flutter as Reeva slowly worked her magic on her body she paused at her navel and ran her tongue all over the perfect circle in the middle of Nikita’s stomach pushing her tongue into navel. Nikita tried to push Reeva away understanding where she was headed but her heart was not in it, her mind taken over the lust in her body and her husband’s words comprehensible.

Reeva continued her downward journey pushing open Nikita’s legs to get better access to her cunt and then burying her face into her perfect cunt, licking the slit from top to down as it secreted her juices. Using her tongue, she teased open her slit and forced her tongue inside. Nikita almost lost her balance from the pleasure being generated by Reeva’s actions but Reeva quickly caught her fall by grabbing onto her hips.

Nikita with her hand over the phone mike tightly closed her lips to prevent the sighs and screams of pleasure that she was feeling from alerting her husband that something was going on.

“What?” said Nikita as her husband repeated something he had said “Yeah sure…she is here…here you can talk to her.” on hearing this exchange Reeva took his mouth out of Nikita’s crotch her lips and chin glistening from her juices that just seconds ago she had been tasting.

“Reeva your brother wants to talk to you.” said Nikita as she offered the phone to Reeva. She looked at Nikita who took the phone from her “Hello Raj, how are you?” said Reeva as she stood up and spoke to her brother.

Reeva almost dropped the receiver when Nikita slipped her fingers into her. Slowly simulating the inside of her cunt walls as she talked to her brother, the action of Nikita’s fingers were quickly bringing her passion to a boil and she realized that unlike her sister-in-law she would not be able to hold back her full throated moans of passion so she quickly said bye to her brother and hung up the phone. Just in time as Nikita’s fingers were joined by her mouth on her slit, while she finger fucked Reeva her lips and tongue were busy licking and sucking her cunt slit and clit. Finally, Nikita took Reeva’s clit into her mouth and started to suck on it bringing Reeva to the edge of a very powerful orgasm and when Nikita softly bit down on her clit, she went ballistic and with her strongest orgasm of the day.

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It was a sunny and warm early Autumn Saturday afternoon as I was walking through the streets of London. I was still coming to terms with the recent split from my boyfriend and had hoped some shopping therapy might help. Yet, despite spending most of the afternoon going through shops, I was not feeling much better. I decided to enter a cafe and sit down to mediate on my predicament with a warm cup of coffee.

It was exactly two months since he had left me. Up to that point my life was going well. Fresh out of university, I had just secured a well-paying job as a graphic designer for a medium-sized company in the city. I was planning to move in with my boyfriend and get engaged with him after almost the years of dating. He was a tall, fit, confident guy with a degree in software engineering and a bright future ahead. Often my female friends would congratulate me in finding such a rare catch. Then, out of the blue, he dropped the bombshell that he was leaving me for my then best friend. It hit me hard. I tried dating after the first month of mourning, but no guy could measure up to him. I was still feeling disappointed, bitter and betrayed and, lost in my thoughts, I gazed aimlessly into distance.

Or that is what I thought. In reality I had been staring in the direction of woman sitting at a table a few feet away. She had noticed my look and was now staring back at me. She must have been South East Asian by her look, probably in her early 30s, with straight, black, shoulder-length hair held in a pony tail and tanned brown skin. She was wearing a black and white chequered long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. No lipstick or make-up and the only accessories were two small golden earrings and a purple wristband.

The Asian woman was staring straight into my eyes and did not avert my gaze when I stared back into her eyes. I blushed, realizing that inadvertently I might have freaked her out. I thus tried to defuse the situation by smiling at her. I felt a sense of relief when she smiled back. I then took out my mobile phone and started checking it. When I raised my gaze, she was standing in front of me. I panicked a bit, thinking that I might have offended her

“Oh! Hi…look, I’m sorry if I freaked you out before when I was looking in your direction. I was just lost in my thoughts…”

“Haha, nah, don’t worry sweetie! I was not offended at all! In fact I just wanted to get to know you. You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” she said. I nodded my approval with a sense of relief that she was not upset

“My name is Maricar. And what is yours, gorgeous?”

“My name is Daphne.”

“Daphne…I like your name…it sounds cute, just like you are.”

I blushed at her words. Still it was nice to hear some compliments in my current state of mind. They sure helped me gaining back some self-esteem.

“So what do you do in London, Daphne?”

“I work here actually. I finished my studies last June and found a job as a Graphic designer. What about you?”

“I work as a nurse, babe. “

“Oh, I see. You are not British, though, are you?”

“No, I’m originally from the Philippines. Moved to London about 5 years ago. So, any plans for the evening sweetie?”

“Mmm, no, not really. I’ve been a bit depressed of late, so not really in a mood for going out or partying.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that! What happened?”

“I split up from my boyfriend two months ago. Well, he left me for my best friend. And I am still not over that…”

“Damn! I feel your pain, Daphne! I also recently broke up with my partner…”

“Really? Damn…aren’t men terrible?”

“Mmm, I would have to agree on that. Listen, how about we drown our sorrows together then? I know a nice pub where we can get some food and a few drinks. My treat!”

Maricar seemed a nice person and I had been in need of a bit fun after two months spent feeling sorry for myself. And I probably needed to do something crazy like going out for a dinner with someone I just met.

“Why not? It sounds more fun than going back to my bedroom and cry into my pillow anyway!”

“Haha! Cool, let’s go then! It’s only a couple of subway stops from here!”

Half an hour later we arrived at the pub and ordered some food and drinks and then sat down at a small table.

“I propose a toast to freedom and independence, Daphne. And to hell with bad relationships!” Maricar said.

“I’ll drink to that!” and in saying so I raised my glass and drank.

We kept drinking and chatting until the last orders were announced. By then I was rather tipsy.

“What? Already closing time? Damn, I was having such a great time!” I said.

“Yeah, I know! This sucks! Mmm, tell you what, why don’t we grab a bottle of wine in an off-licence and then head back to my place to drink it?”

I had been having a lot of fun chatting and laughing with Maricar and she seemed such a funny and nice person, so I had no trouble accepting her taksim escort proposal enthusiastically.

We started walking towards her home and on the way, Maricar spotted an off-licence. She then grabbed my hand and led me into the shop to buy some red wine. In my drunken stupor, I did not pay too much attention to this little gesture. How many times had I grabbed a friend’s hand after a night out drinking, after all? As we exited the shop, Maricar again took hold of my hand as we walked towards her home chatting and laughing.

Back at her place, we sat down in a sofa next to each other and started drinking the wine.

“You know Daphne, I really like your clothes.” said Maricar. I was wearing a black a black sleeveless crop top that exposed my midriff and some light green shorts that exposed most of my legs.

“And you have such a nice flat tummy!” and as she said so she put her right hand on my belly and started rubbing it. I was initially taken aback, but the alcohol was helping me feel more relaxed and anyway it felt good to be appreciated.

“Your boyfriend was such a fool for dumping you! You are such a pretty and sexy girl!”

“Haha! Well, that’s very kind of you to say Maricar! I wish he had felt the same…”

“Bah! He did not deserve you! You are better off without him, believe me!”

“Maybe you are right…”

“Of course I am! You are such a special girl!” she then took hold of my hands with her and looked me in the eyes, “Honestly, if you were my girlfriend I’d never let you go!”

Her words and gestures seemed a bit weird, but I blamed it on the fact that we were both inebriated. I thus concluded she was just being nice and trying to console me.

“I appreciate your words, Maricar. Hopefully there is a decent guy out there and I will meet him one day…”

“Bah! I would not count on that. In my experience, all men are the same: selfish, arrogant and insensitive. You deserve far better than that!”

“Thanks. However, I think there are still some good guys out there…”

“Maybe. Damn, seems we finished the wine. But I have a bottle of Tequila around. How about we crack that open?”

“Yeah, sure! Why not?”

Maricar brought back the bottle of Tequila. We drank a shot, after which Maricar said, “How about we play a drinking game?”

“Mmm, what did you have in mind?”

“How about ‘Attached at the hip’? We scribble body parts on pieces of paper and put them together. We then pick one piece randomly each and have to make sure that the body parts mentioned stay attached. First one to If one of us fails, she has to drink a shot. You in?”

“Haha, that sounds like fun. Yeah, let’s play it!”

We started playing and the first combination was that my foot had to touch Maricar’s shoulder. So I took off my shoes and place a foot on her shoulder. Now, although I’m fairly flexible, holding that position was always gonna be hard and I fell on my butt. I had to drink a shot as my penance. The next combination was keeping our noses attached and although not as challenging, I was the first one to pull out and had to drink again. We did a couple more rounds and by the end I was heavily inebriated and losing a bit of control.

We both sat down on the couch again. Maricar then hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, “Oh, Daphne, you are so much fun!” She then kissed me on the cheek and broke the hug. Sitting in front of me, she ran her right hand on my left cheek, stroking it repeatedly while looking longingly in my eyes.

“Mmm, your skin is so soft and you look like a pretty angel with your blonde hair and green eyes!”

She then pulled her face close to mine, our noses almost touching as she kept staring me in the eyes.

“I wanna make you mine, Daphne. Make you forget all those selfish men and turn you into my girlfriend!”

Even in my drunken stupor, it finally dawned on me that she was a lesbian and it was her plan all along to take me back to her place. I tried to protest.

“Wha…? Look, you got it all wrong…I’m not a le-” but I could not finish my sentence. She planted her lips on mines and her tongue immediately forced her way into my mouth despite my weak resistance. Her tongue darted in my mouth with extreme urgency, playing with my tongue and pushing as deep as it could go. I could feel her saliva trickling in and along the edges of my mouth, as she relentlessly french kissed me. I was so drunk that I could only push feebly against her and let out weak cries.

When she finally broke her kiss, my chin and cheeks were covered in her saliva. Catching my breath I managed to say, “Please, Maricar, stop. This is wrong…”

“Stop? I haven’t even started, baby!”

She then sucked her right index and middle fingers while staring me straight in the eyes, then went back for another deep kiss, while her right hand reached underneath my panties. She easily forced my legs open and quickly found my clit with her fingers. She then began vigorously rubbing it up and etiler escort down. Her touch felt electric. It was not as rough or rushed as that of my past boyfriends. Instead she knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure and to move her fingers at just the right speed, while her touch still felt soft and delicate. Her dual stimulation and my lowered inhibitions due to the copious amount of alcohol I had imbibed soon began to get the better of me. My struggle against her grew weaker and I started letting out soft moans.

Noticing this, Maricar then stuck two fingers up my pussy, while keeping her palm cupped over my mound. She then began pumping her fingers in and out, while at the same time rubbing my mound with her palm. I had never experienced such a stimulation before and Maricar just seemed to know how deep to go with her fingers, where to touch me and how to rub my mound. It was enough to send shivers up my spine. Soon my moans were growing louder and my struggling ceased completely. I wrapped my arms around Maricar’s back and started kissing her back.

After a few minutes, Maricar broke our kiss and said, “Mmm, looks like you are getting very excited, babe! Your pussy is soaking wet! And you are not into women!”

Before I could reply, Maricar locked her lips on mines again and began pumping her fingers in me faster and deeper. I had never felt anything like that and began pushing my pussy against her fingers, trying to match her rhythm. Maricar then hooked her fingers and began rubbing my G-spot every time she was sliding her fingers into me. The arousal was getting too much for me and my moaning became louder and quicker. Maricar then whispered in my ear, “Yes, that’s a good girl! Let me hear you come. Come, come for me, babe.”

Hearing these words was enough to send me over the edge and I came with a loud moan. We remained in a hug for a few more minutes as I breathed heavily while recovering from my orgasm. Then, Maricar stood up, took me by the hands and lifted me up.

“That was just the beginning, babe. Let’s go to my bedroom. I have much more to show you!” and led me to her bedroom

We sat down on the bed and Maricar said, “Take your top off, baby girl. I wanna see your boobs!”

I took of my top and bra and sat bare-chested in front of her.

“Wow, your breasts are so beautiful!” and in saying so she cupped them with her hands. Her touch felt so electric and I could not help letting out a soft moan. She then started kneading my boobs with her hands, twisting my nipples with her fingers and pulling them towards her. She soon realised that the harder she was kneading, twisting and pulling, the louder I would moan in pleasure and she was soon grabbing my breasts roughly and aggressively, pinching and pulling my nipples hard towards her.

“Mmm, you like it rough, don’t you, little girl?” she purred.

“Y-yes, yes I do…” I managed to whisper between moans.

She then made me turn with my back against her and cupped my breasts from behind while whispering in my ear, “Mmm, I could play with your breasts all day long, Daphne. So firm and perky…” and then began nibbling at my ear with a little giggle.

Her mouth soon travelled to my neck, which she began kissing, licking and biting. At the same time her hands where cupping and squeezing my breasts together. All this sent further shivers of pleasure down my spine. After a while, she grabbed hold of my hair at the base and pulled my head back firmly. She then planted her lips on mines and put her tongue in my mouth as deeply as it would go and started playing with my own tongue with passion and intensity. Her kiss was relentless and she only finally pulled out after several minutes of intense kissing that made me let out muffled moans in her mouth.

“Mm, you are a good, obedient little girl, aren’t you Daphne?” I could only nod in my haze.

“Ok, wait here,” she then stood up and went to her kitchen to take out some whipped cream, which she then put on a table next to the sofa.

“Ok, now I want you to kneel in front of me, Daphne”. Being ordered around like that sent a shiver down my spine, awakening a longing that I had long neglected. I was more than eager to comply the order of this confident and dominant Asian woman who had just turned my world upside down.

“Now, take off my sneakers.”

I did as she ordered and removed each one of them, leaving her in her socks.

“Good girl. Now take off my socks…with your teeth!”

I did not think twice and eagerly complied, taking each sock off with my teeth. As I was doing so I also smelled the intoxicating aroma of her feet, which further turned me on. When I finished I knelt back in place staring at her dusky feet as if mesmerised.

” You like my feet don’t you, you naughty girl?” I blushed and nodded.

“Well, it’s your lucky day then!”

She then took the whipped cream and put it all along her soles.

“Here is your treat. Now lick it all off!”

She did beşiktaş escort not have to tell me twice, as I eagerly began running my tongue all along her right sole first, making sure to lick every single bit of cream with my whole tongue and then also sucking each one of her toes for good measure, while always staring Maricar in the eyes. I then repeated the same procedure with her left foot. The taste of her soles was absolutely aphrodisiac and I found myself getting carried away, licking and sucking her soles and toes with passion.

Once I finished her soles and toes were glistening with my saliva. Maricar looked at them then at me with a satisfied smile.

“You have done a good job, Daphne! But now my feet are all wet…we need to dry them.”

She then put her feet on each of my breasts and started rubbing them with her soles and then grabbing my nipples with her toes and pulling them, which really turned me on. She continued until she was satisfied her feet were dry.

“Good girl! You deserve a reward!”

Maricar then asked me to stand up in front of her.

“Daphne, I want you to take your shorts and panties off now. But do it slowly and sexily, like a strip-tease.”

“Can I put some music on then? I think I can put on a nice show for you.”

Maricar agreed. I removed my shoes and socks and then put on a Shakira song and started dancing to it sensually, like Shakira does in her videos. I then slowly removed my shorts and then teasingly turned around and bent over, so that Maricar could catch a good glimpse of my ass. She could not resist and slapped it.

“Ouch!” I said.

“Oh, don’t give me that, you naughty girl! I bet you enjoyed it!”

And of course Maricar was right, as her slap really sent some tingles of pleasure up my spine.

I then took of my panties and finally stood in front of her naked when the song finished. Maricar was staring me with a lustful gaze full of unbridled passion and said, “Mmm, you look so yummy Daphne! I’ve gotta have you!”

She then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards her. Her mouth went immediately for my breasts and she started licking and sucking my nipples. Her sucking soon became very passionate and she started taking in as much of my breasts in her mouth as she could and sucking hard on them, so much so that I could hear a popping sound whenever she would eventually let my breasts out of her mouth. My breasts started turning slightly red and I was getting increasingly aroused and started moaning again. But it was when she started nibbling and biting my breasts with her teeth, eventually holding and pulling them, that I started getting seriously wet. Maricar placed a hand on my pussy and felt my wetness.

“Mm, I think you are now ready for your reward, you naughty girl!” she then pushed me on the bed and stood up. She took her clothes off and stood naked in front of me. I stared at her dusky body, her small but firm breasts, her dark brown nipples and could not help but take in how exotic and attractive she looked.

“Do you like what you see?” She quipped with a smile and I nodded.

She then went to a set of drawers and told me to close my eyes. I could hear her rummage through one of the drawers and then work with something. Finally she told me to open my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I saw. She was standing in front of me wearing a black strap-on that I estimated must have been around 8″ long. My mouth dropped.

“Do you like it? It’s all for you baby! I can’t wait to put it in you and make you scream with pleasure! But first, you gotta show me you deserve it. Now, kneel in front of me, babe.”

I did as she told me and knelt in front of her. She then took the strap-on in her right hand and gently stroked it.

“You want it, don’t you?” I could just nod mesmerised.

She then slapped the plastic cock against my face a few times and said, “I want you to suck my cock. I want you to take it all in and suck it as hard and passionately as you can while you stare me in the eyes!”

She then grabbed the back of my head and pushed the strap-on in my mouth. I swallowed as far as I could and then began to rhythmically suck it up and down, while maintaining eye contact with Maricar. As I was doing so, I could hear some soft moans escaping from her mouth, as she was obviously enjoying it. After about 5 minutes, she yanked my head back by the hair. Her plastic phallus was now glistening with my saliva.

“You did a good job, baby. I think it is ready for your pussy now!”

She made me stand up and turn around and then pushed me on the bed. She made me go on all four, knelt behind me and said, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard like no man has ever fucked you!”

She grabbed my waist with her hands and slowly pushed her cock into my pussy, pausing every few seconds to allow me to get adjusted to it. When it was finally all the way in, she grabbed my hair at the base, yanked my head back and said, “It feels so good in you, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm, yeah…”

She then began sliding her strap-on in and out of me. She started with a slow motion that had me softly moaning and sighing in no time. She the gradually increased her tempo, until it was a furious gallop. I was now moaning in loud abandon when she suddenly stopped, grabbed my hair and pulled them back hard.

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Author’s note: I hope you’ve enjoyed the series thus far. Since these chapters were not part of my original story arc, I labored over how to bridge the gap between these chapters and the ones that are already outlined. Hope you like it. Your feedback is always welcome and thanks for reading.

Part 1 – Introductions

On her way back from the post office, Jessica wondered what her mother’s reaction would be to the DVD she had sent. Would she immediately drive up to the college and take her to task or (and Jessica thought this was more probable) would she end up not saying anything because she secretly enjoyed it.

Jessica made her way to her room and opened the door. A girl was making the bed on the opposite side of the room where Jessica had set up her belongings.

“Hey,” Jessica said, “You must be my roommate.”

Startled, the girl turned around. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is it all right that I took this side? It looked like you took that one.”

Jessica smiled at the obviously shy girl. “Of course, don’t be silly. I’m Jessica.”

The girl pushed her thinly rimmed glasses up the bridge of her small, pointed nose. “Yun Hee. Most people call me Yun.”

Jessica walked over to the petite Asian and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you Yun.”

The girl loosely took Jessica’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

The girl quickly turned around and continued making her bed. Most of her boxes were already unpacked and flattened out to throw in the dumpster. Jessica smirked at the socially awkward girl the powers that be decided to room with a scholarship athlete. Always popular wherever she’d been but never the bitch that some in her circles were, Jessica shrugged to herself and sat on her unmade bed. “So, where are you from?” Jessica asked.

The girl turned around. “Um, Boston. My family’s from Korea – Seoul, Korea; I’m second generation American.” She then just as quickly turned to begin putting her clothes away in her closet. “I’m from San Mateo; it’s south of the city. Hey, it’s almost time for dinner,” Jessica said as she stood. “Do you want to get something to eat?”

Yun looked at Jessica and gave a big, toothy smile. “Okay.”

The two girls walked across campus to the college cafeteria. Jessica towered over her roommate, whose small frame only came up to her shoulders. “So,” Jessica said, trying to start a conversation, “what are you going to major in?”

“Computer engineering,” Yun said.

“Cool,” Jessica replied, “I’m a business and marketing major. Plus I came here to play on the volleyball team.”

Yun and Jessica had a mostly silent dinner with Jessica trying to engage her in conversation. Jessica felt bad for her. She seemed like a nice girl; she was just socially inept.

The next morning, Jessica awoke first. After taking a shower down the hall in the floor’s restroom, she came back to the dorm room to see Yun getting out of bed. “Good morning,” Jessica said, smiling.

Yun reached over to her nightstand, put on her glasses, and looked at Jessica. “Good morning.”

Jessica unlaced her robe and put on a pair of panties. She then slipped off her robe and started drying her hair. Yun sat on her bed, embarrassed seeing someone she had just met naked in front of her. She quickly put on her robe and went to the bathroom. When she returned, Jessica was still undressed, only wearing panties and a bra as she ironed a blouse.

“Hey,” Jessica said, “Do you want to go to breakfast when you’re ready?”

Yun pulled out some clothes from her drawers and with her robe still cinched tightly around her waist and her back to Jessica, put on her panties and said, “Okay.”

With a speed that impressed and amused Jessica, Yun untied her robe, put on a bra, slipped on a pair of wide-legged khakis that hid her figure, and threw on a blouse that seemed a size too big. She quickly dried her shoulder-length black hair and sat at her desk as Jessica dressed.

Over the next couple of weeks, a similar ritual played itself out each morning and night. Jessica nonchalantly getting dressed or undressed as her roommate barely showed an ankle. Finally, after the second week of classes, Jessica looked over at Yun who had her back to her as she quickly changed for bed. “Yun,” Jessica said, “are you okay?”

“Yes, why?” Yun replied as she deftly took off her bra and threw on a t-shirt.

“I feel like I make you uncomfortable sometimes,” Jessica said. “Are you embarrassed changing in front of me? There’s no need to be, you know.”

Yun quickly put on her pajama bottoms. “I…I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.” She sat on her bed facing Jessica, but looked at the floor.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” Jessica asked.

Yun looked up at Jessica and then back down at the floor. “I had one my senior year…but, we…he never — ” Her voice trailed off.

Jessica now understood. “You’ve never,” she looked for the right words, “been with anyone.”

Jessica could see Yun’s light skin turn beyoğlu escort a shade of red. She quickly shook her head. Jessica stood, walked over, and sat down next to her. “It’s all right; you don’t have to be embarrassed. First of all, there are no guys in here. Second of all, from what little I’ve seen, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re a cute girl; you should be confident in how you look.”

Yun’s spectacled eyes turned up to look at Jessica. “But, you look like a model and I almost look like a boy compared to you.”

“You do not have a boy’s body,” Jessica began, “it’s just different from mine, that’s all.”

“No,” Yun insisted, “You’re beautiful and I’m plain looking.”

“I guarantee you,” Jessica said, “if you would stop wearing five layers of clothes that cover up your body and gain some confidence in how you look, guys would think you’re pretty too. Tell me what you don’t like.”

“I’m too skinny…my breasts are small…I have to wear glasses.” Yun was about to continue when Jessica intervened.

“Okay, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a guy say about a girl ‘she’s too thin.’ Too fat, yes; too, thin, no.” Jessica placed her hands on the bottom edge of Yun’s shirt. “May I?” After some hesitation, Yun relented and Jessica lifted it from her body. Seeing her roommate’s breasts for the first time, Jessica smiled at Yun. “You have very nice breasts. What are they, 34B?” Yun nodded. “With you’re cute body, milky, white complexion, and dark hair you will be just fine. Trust me. Why don’t we go shopping tomorrow; I’ll help you pick some things out. What do you say?”

Yun looked at Jessica. “You would do that for me?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. We’ll get some clothes that compliment your body and just like that you’ll be beating guys off with a stick. Let’s get to bed, we have some shopping to do tomorrow.”

The next night, after several hours of pulling teeth, Jessica was able to convince her roommate to purchase a few items. They returned to their dorm room with a couple bags of clothes. Jessica helped her pick out a pair of jeans, two skirts, and a couple of tops.

Jessica had Yun try on the low-rise jeans that flared at the bottom and the red v-neck top that Jessica had purchased for her in spite of Yun’s protests. They stood in front of the mirror. “See how the jeans show off your small waist and give you a curvy look, and the top adds a little oomph to your figure,” Jessica said as she took hold of Yun’s shoulders and turned her around. “And look at that butt. See what happens when you wear jeans that actually fit?”

“It feels weird,” Yun said, looking up into Jessica’s smiling eyes.

“You’ll get used to it,” Jessica replied. Yun looked again in the mirror and had to admit to herself that she looked better.

Jessica stood behind her new student and put her hands on Yun’s hips. “Look at how good you look. We haven’t even touched your hair or put on makeup and you’re already a hot, little thing.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?” Yun asked into the mirror.

Jessica moved in closer behind her roommate; she could smell the scent of her shampoo. Jessica’s hand slid down the smooth skin of Yun’s arm. She took a step back and said, “Yes, Yun. You are very pretty.”

* * * *

That Sunday night, while she and Yun were at their desks doing homework, Jessica’s phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and her heart skipped a beat; it was her brother. “Hey there,” Jessica answered the phone, “how’s college treating you so far?”

Yun looked over at Jessica who got up and walked out the door. After about fifteen minutes, Jessica returned, the phone still up to her ear. “I’ve got to go, baby. I’ll call you sometime this week. Bye.” She put down the phone and sat at her desk. Yun could hear an audible sigh come out of Jessica’s mouth.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Yun asked, swiveling in her chair to face Jessica.

Jessica forced a small laugh, “No, no. That was my brother. He’s a freshman at Sonoma State.”

“Oh,” was all Yun could say as she thought it was strange for her to call her brother ‘baby.’ Feeling a little awkward, Yun turned around and went back to typing out her homework.

That night, Yun was stirred from her sleep by a noise. Without moving, she opened her eyes and looked across the room. She could see Jessica lying in her bed, her body reflecting the soft moonlight coming through the window. Jessica’s large breasts were exposed above the fold of the sheets, the silhouette of her erect nipples clearly visible. Yun’s gaze made it’s way down her roommate’s body; Jessica’s legs were spread wide, her knees up off the bed at a 45-degree angle. Her arm moved slowly under the sheets; her mouth was open and she occasionally let out a soft moan. Yun blushed and her heart pounded as she realized what Jessica was doing. She wanted desperately to roll onto her other side and face the wall, giving her privacy. She couldn’t. If she moved, Jessica cihangir escort might catch her watching; if she turned away, she wouldn’t be able to see what was going to happen next.

Jessica moved her lips, but Yun couldn’t hear what she was saying. She looked down at Jessica’s hand as it moved in a short, circular motion under the covers. Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief as Jessica arched her back and lifted her body off the bed. She could hear Jessica saying something over and over. Her voice grew just above a whisper and Yun finally made out what she was saying.

“Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Jessica picked up the pace as Yun laid still, her head pressed against her pillow. “Oh my God, Dan. I’m going to come.”

Yun’s hand covered her mouth as Jessica whimpered, bit her lower lip, and trembled under the thin sheets that draped over her voluptuous body. After a few moments, Jessica rested her body back on the bed and let out a soft sigh. Seemingly satisfied, she turned to face Yun who froze, her eyes still open. Can she see me, Yun thought, as she quickly clamped her eyes shut without making a move.

Jessica turned over to go to sleep, her body still coming down from a wonderful orgasm. She looked over at Yun, wondering if she had awakened her. As she was about to shut her eyes, she could have sworn that she saw her roommate looking at her. She smiled slightly and went to sleep.

* * * *

The next day, Jessica went to the nearby mall and picked up a few clothing items for Yun. After having dinner with one of her freshman volleyball teammates, Cindy and going to a study group, Jessica went back to the dorm where she found Yun at her computer.

“Hey, how was your day?” Jessica asked, standing by her closet.

Yun looked over at Jessica. “It was okay. I had a couple classes and a computer lab. How was yours?”

“It was good. I just came back from a study group. I got something for you today,” Jessica said with a smile.

“Jessica, you already bought me a blouse. You shouldn’t have gotten me something else.” Yun looked down in embarrassment from her roommate’s generosity.

“Well, we got you a few nice pieces of clothing, but nothing to wear under them. I just wanted to complete your look. Come here and at least try them on.”

Jessica grabbed a bag from her closet and pulled out a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.

“I don’t know,” Yun started, looking apprehensive. “It’s not my style.”

Jessica looked at her and placed her hand on her shoulder. “Sweetie, no offense, but you didn’t really have a style until the other day. Just try them on and give it a chance.”

Yun hesitated. She didn’t want to shun the gifts Jessica had so generously bought for her, but she was uncomfortable wearing such provocative underwear. She decided to give it a try and unbuttoned the jeans she had bought the other day and slid them down her thin legs. She took the panties from Jessica’s hand, slid her own off, and quickly put on the new ones. They felt strange as they only partially covered her butt, her small cheeks peeking out from the lace fringe.

Jessica, who was standing behind Yun, handed her the bra as Yun pulled off her shirt and unhooked the one she was wearing. Looking in the mirror, Jessica noticed how hard Yun’s nipples were, as they stood erect from her small but nicely shaped breasts. Yun put on the bra and looked into the mirror.

Before Yun could say something negative, Jessica said, “You look hot.”

Yun shook her head. “I look silly.”

Jessica looked into the girl’s eyes through the mirror. “Look at how the bra makes your breasts look and do I really need to say anything about this ass?” Jessica spun Yun around and nudged her head to look over her shoulder and in the mirror. “Look at how good it looks. Whether you believe it or not, I’m telling you, you look good. I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

Yun looked again in the mirror, this time with in open mind. She allowed herself to feel the lace against her skin; she could see her nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of the bra; she looked at her small, tight butt framed wonderfully by the panties. She looked at Jessica. “Thank you for doing this for me. I don’t know why you care.”

Jessica reached out to Yun and placed her hand softly on her cheek. “I care because you’re my friend.” She waited a second and added in a lighter, more playful voice, “Plus, I’ve always thought Asian chicks were hot and now I live with one.”

Yun smiled nervously. What did she mean by that, she thought. “I’ve got to get ready for bed,” Yun said.

“Yeah,” replied Jessica. “Me too.”

Part 2 – Seduction

A couple of nights later, Jessica called her brother as promised. It was 8:30 and Yun was at the library. They talked about their classes and their roommates. Jessica mentioned the cute Asian she roomed with and told Dan she was a virgin. “I’d love to watch you take her okmeydanı escort virginity. Wait till you see her, Dan. She’s so petite; her pussy must be incredibly tight. Would you like to take her while I watch?”

“If it would make you happy, sis,” Dan replied, “I’d fuck her for you.”

Jessica smiled as she held the phone. “You’re such a good brother.”

Dan said he had to go to work on a paper that was due and they said their goodbyes. Jessica put down the phone and sat on her bed with her back to the wall. She fantasized about stripping off her roommate’s clothes as she lifted off her own shirt. She thought about the taste of a virgin pussy on her tongue as she slid off her jeans and panties. She pictured herself sucking on Yun’s little clit as she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Jessica closed her eyes and lowered her hand to her glistening pussy. She pictured her roommate’s small hand wrapped around her brother’s cock and began to rub her clit. She wondered how much of Dan’s large cock Yun could take in her little hole as she slipped a finger in her mouth and then between her pussy lips. She could feel herself drifting, the sensation of her fingers on her sex taking her further and further from her surroundings. It was at that point that she heard a key in the lock.

Yun turned the key and opened the door. As she walked over the threshold she froze. She wasn’t sure whether to leave or go in; instead, she stood still, unable to shield her eyes and unable to move. Jessica was on her bed facing her. She was naked and her legs were spread wide open, her fingers rubbing her pussy.

Jessica opened her eyes and fixed them on Yun’s. “Close the door, Yun; I don’t want to put on a show for anyone who might pass by.”

Yun quickly shut the door and pressed her back against it, confused, her skin turning a bright red. “I’m sorry, Jessica. I didn’t know you were busy. I’ll go back to the library.”

Jessica quickly replied, “No, it’s okay.” She grabbed her panties and put them on. “I obviously thought you’d be gone a little longer,” she said smiling, trying to put Yun at ease.

Yun slowly walked to her bed and sat on its edge. After a few moments of silence Yun looked up. “Jessica?” she started, then closed her mouth.

Jessica moved to the edge of her bed. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Yun said as she got up and quickly stripped off her clothes and changed into a t-shit and her pajama bottoms. She sat back down on her bed, looking at the floor.

“Go ahead,” Jessica said. “What do you want to ask me?”

“I…do you do that a lot?” Yun finally got her question out.

“Masturbate?” Jessica asked. Yun blushed at the sound of the word. “Yes,” she said, still not looking into Jessica’s eyes.

“It depends,” Jessica began. “When I feel horny or I feel the need for a release I do. If you don’t mind me asking, don’t you?”

Yun felt uncomfortable answering Jessica’s question and self-conscious about her answer. She shifted in her seat. “Only a couple of times. I was taught it was wrong, but I did it a couple of times anyway. I only did it for a few minutes and stopped because I felt guilty.” Yun took off her glasses and covered her face with her hands.

Jessica got up from her bed and sat next to her. She placed a reassuring arm around the girl and said, “There’s nothing wrong with it. I guarantee you everyone does it. It’s completely natural and actually healthy.”

The girl looked into Jessica’s eyes. “It is?” she asked, confused and a little relieved.

“Of course. You’re not a little girl; you are a young woman with needs. When you feel the need for sexual pleasure, you shouldn’t bottle it up. You should embrace it and enjoy it. If you’re not ready to have sex with a guy, why should you deny yourself the pleasure you can get simply by touching yourself. You’re not hurting anyone and you certainly won’t regret having orgasms.”

Yun’s eyes stared at her roommate as she tried to take in what she was saying.

Jessica continued, “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Yun shook her head.

“If you want,” Jessica said, “I could show you how to do it. I promise, once you feel what it’s like, you’ll be touching yourself every chance you get.” Jessica smiled at her little joke. Yun nervously smiled back. She wasn’t sure what to say to such an offer. She was completely at a loss.

Jessica saw the conflicted look on her roommate’s face and said, “I’ll guide you and show you what to do, Yun. If anything makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?” Yun pondered Jessica’s question, and after what seemed like five minutes to Jessica, she tentatively nodded her consent.

“Okay,” Jessica said. She got up and turned on her reading light and then turned off the overhead light so that there was just enough illumination. Jessica moved to Yun’s bed, still wearing only her panties, her breasts bouncing with each step. She climbed on the bed, propped up a pillow against the headboard, and sat back. “Now, come here and lean back against me.”

Yun followed Jessica directions and sat between Jessica spread legs, her back pressed against Jessica’s bare chest. The feeling of the fabric of Yun’s shirt rubbing against her breasts sent little shocks of electricity through Jessica’s body.

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“Once I relaxed I had so much fun! You’ll never believe how liberating it is. Plus, Eric loves having the little mementos to look at when I’m not around.”

Cam was telling us about her recent foray into erotic pictures. She’d gotten the idea from one of those “Spice up your relationship” articles in Cosmo. They’d suggested a few tasteful shots in sexy lingerie and such, but Cam’s version sounded more like a Playboy centerfold shoot.

“I can give you guys the number to my photographer if you want. His work is AMAZING!!!”

I glanced toward Callie and shot her a look that said “yeah…I bet his photography wasn’t all Cam was impressed with.”

Cam is our group slut. If our lives were an episode of Sex in the City (which they definitely weren’t or I’d have had a way better apartment), she was our Samantha. Her husband Eric knew about her indiscretions and almost seemed to enjoy them. I could only imagine what mementos Eric loved more…the pictures of Cam or the idea of her screwing the photographer. Callie stifled a laugh.

“I don’t know Cam,” said Lisa living up to her role as the group’s Charlotte, “I don’t think I’d want my husband thinking of me in such a dirty fashion!”

“The pictures are only as dirty as you want them to be, Lisa.” Cam admonished, taking another sip of wine. “I didn’t intend for it to go as far as it did, but I’m so glad I did! I haven’t cum like that in AGES.”

We all laugh at that one as the waiter nearly dropped the bill he was coming to deliver.

“Ignore her,” I said to the waiter as I hand him my credit card, “she has sexual tourettes.”

We laugh again and the conversation moves on to the newest shoes that were in the Saks window and why we can never afford to live the lives we want. When lunch is over Lisa and Cam decide to partake in a little retail therapy. Callie and I decline, and jump in my car to head home. We drive in relative silence, having always had a comfortable friendship. Her house is on the outskirts of town, a drive I always loved making before but especially loved now that her and I have gotten so close.

As I pull onto her street she breaks the silence suddenly.

“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea…” she trails off.

“What’s that sweets?” I say.

“The picture thing…” she hesitates again, “maybe if it were someone you were really comfortable with, you know, if you knew they wouldn’t force you into anything you weren’t sure about…I don’t know…maybe it’d be a good idea.”

I pull into her driveway and kind of stare at her. The idea of her in nothing but a negligee is tantalizing. I want to respond, but don’t know how to say it in a way that won’t sound like I want to rip her clothes off.

“Derrik and I…” she give another false start, there’s a long silence before she starts again. “We haven’t been intimate in a while, with the kids and work, life just seems to get in the way. Maybe if I did something like that he’d think of me as sexy again…”

She looks like she might cry, or run and hide, or break out laughing and tell me it’s a joke. I have to say something…

“I know what you mean,” I blurt out, “Freddie hasn’t touched me in weeks and we used to hump like rabbits. I think now he’s afraid of one of the kids walking in or of them hearing…even when they’re in bed. The last time was a quickie in the dark at three in the morning…it left me feeling…I don’t know. Just wanting more I guess.”

Her eyes lock on to mine, studying me for a moment.

“We could do it for each other.” she says softly, almost a whisper. A blush spreads across her face.

My heart races and I lick my lips. Is she suggesting what I think she is? I see her again in my mind stripped down to just a few lacy things that leave little to the imagination. I break eye contact for just a second and glance at her beautiful breasts down the slightly open part in her shirt. It’s all I can do to not reach out and caress one, but if she’s inviting me to do so….

“You know…take the pictures.” she finishes. “You have all that old gear from when you wanted to be a photographer…so we could use that and never have to worry about anyone seeing them if they’re awful.”

My stomach sinks. Of course! The pictures. Callie has never shown the slightest interest in women. What made me think she was suddenly suggesting we dive into bed together.

I look away toward the front of her house, her oldest is peeking out the window. She’s always watching us. I think she just can’t wait to be like us when she grows up. Silly girl…doesn’t she know it just keeps getting more confusing?

“Yeah, sure.” I say non-noncommittally. I don’t want to seem too eager. “It’s a great idea. I know I’d be totally comfortable with you.”

“I feel the same way,” she says, shifting her weight to get out of the car. “Let’s look at our schedules and set something up, kay?”

I nod and wave out my open window as she walks up her front walk. I can’t help but watch her hips sway in escort bayan kağıthane those perfect dark blue hip hugging jeans. You’d never know Callie was a mom, not if you were just watching her from afar. I mean sure, she was no size 0 runway model, but I liked that. She had curves in all the right places, the kids hadn’t “ruined” her body in the sense that she had gotten grossly fat. Her breasts were still perky, even though they’d swelled a bit after her son was born. She complained a lot that she hated going from a C to a D…but I loved them. My pussy spasmed slightly as I imagined cupping those breasts in my hands, teasing the nipples..or running my hands over the curves of her hips as I leaned in close to smell her…

A honking noise shook me from my thoughts. Derrik was home and I was blocking his spot in the drive way. I flipped my car into reverse and waved apologetically as I pulled out of his way. He grinned at me as he started to pull in, rolling down his window.

“House envy Kirsten?” He was always telling us to move out of our apartment. “You know I just had a beautiful 4 bedroom go up on the market one block over. I could show it to you…we could be neighbors!”

“You know how we feel about yard work Derrik…so unless you plan to come and mow my lawn every Sunday…”

“Yeah yeah, with the money I’d make on the sale of this one, that might actually be worth it!”

He laughs and pulls fully into his drive way, effectively ending the conversation. That’s how Derrik was; when he was done with something he was done. No questions. He was forceful like that about everything in his life, what he wanted on his terms and that was all. I began the 20 minute drive back to my home, thinking about everything that happened this afternoon. I wish I could be like Cam or Derrik, just taking what I wanted. Derrik was so strong and powerful, Cam was so brave, so free. If Cam wanted Callie she’d have already had her by now. Derrik too for that matter. Either one of them would have fingered her in the car on the drive home, making her cum just before pulling down her street. If I were brave like them I’d be licking Callie’s juices off my fingers right now as I drove home.

I sighed as I pulled into the parking garage under my complex. “If’s” were for teenagers in the backs of camaros, not for adults with lives. Of course…that didn’t stop me from telling Freddie about my fantasy. No names of course, just that I had gotten really excited imagining going down on another woman. He fucked me harder that night than he had in years, the whole time whispering things in my ear about what he wanted to see me do to another woman. I came multiple times, both on his dick that night…and on my fingers in the shower the next morning as I imagined what Callie might taste like.

Three days later I’ve moved on from my silly teenage girl fantasy. I’d just finished dropping my kids off at school when my phone rang. The caller ID showed Callie and I decide to have a little fun with her.

“Black and whites or full color spread” I say as my answer to the ringing, “emphasis on the spread!”

Callie laughs nervously, “How’d you know that’s why I was calling?”

My breath catches in my throat for a second. I quickly pull over into the empty parking lot of an abandoned JC Penny.

“We’re so in sync,” I say lightly though my heart is beating a samba, “I just know what you want when you want it!”

Good one Kirsten, I hide my face in shame even though she can’t see me, now she’s going to think you’re as bad as Cam. I think for a moment I hear her say something like “yes you do” but it’s so soft I figure I’ve just imagined it.

“You know that house Derrik mentioned to you?” she asks.

I sigh…homeownership. Ugh.

“Before you go on defense” she hurriedly adds “I was just thinking…he says it’s still fully furnished for showings. So I thought…if we were going to do a photo shoot…I don’t know, it’s just. Well….it might be the perfect place. Private, you know…because I’ll get him to give me the key. I’ll do it under the guise that you’re actually interested. We could have the whole afternoon if you wanted to do it today…the kids aren’t out of school until 4.”

My mind races…of course I want to! I know I’ll never be able to touch her, but the thought of just getting to see her. Not as a friend, or a mom, or even a sexy woman walking down the street…but as a lustful beauty. I know the lust wouldn’t be for me, but I’ll take what I can get.

I must have paused too long, because I hear Callie starting to back out.

“I mean…unless you were just joking. Because it really is silly…and I…”

“Yes!” I exclaim a little too eagerly…”Yes, today. I’ll have to run home and grab my stuff, then out to your place. Will an hour work?”

“Sure…that’ll give me time to find some sexy things to wear…”

I can tell she’s trying to make this happen fast so she won’t lose her nerve.

“I escort bayan beyoğlu can bring some of my stuff too if you want, so that you can be wearing stuff Derrik’s never seen. And some wine maybe, if you want.”

“Wine would be great Kirst. See you in an hour.” She hangs up without saying goodbye. She must be really nervous.

I don’t think I’ve ever gotten home so quickly. I race around the apartment, digging out my camera equipment (digital and film…and video too for good measure), then stuffing a bunch of teddies, negligees, and bra/panty sets into an over night bag. On a whim I throw in my husband and my box of sex toys. We haven’t used any of it in a long time, and I’m honestly not sure what’s in there…but I remember us having a few nice things like feather teasers and such that I think Callie could incorporate into her photo session. I drop my camera bags and the over stuffed suitcase by the door then head to the kitchen. I pull out four different bottles of red wines from our wine rack and stuff them into a recyclable grocery bag, unsure which pairs nicely with a highly sexual encounter. Chicken? White wine. Steak? Red. Pussy? Hm…I grab a couple white wines too. Six bottles is more than we’d ever need…but I want her to be able to choose. Besides, it’s not like I’ll get to taste anything but the wine, and though she prefers red I like white.

I sling my purse over my shoulder, grab the bags and race out the door. I’m halfway down the hall before I realize I have to double back and lock up the apartment. I slide the key out of the lock and lean against my front door. I remind myself to take deep calming breaths. This won’t work if she thinks I’m being weird about it. She trusts me to make her feel comfortable which means I need to slow down and stop thinking about what I want to do to her.

I have to force myself to go the speed limit the entire drive to her house. It’s agonizing, but I manage. A pillar of restraint, that’s me! When I pull into her driveway she’s already standing there, shifting her weight nervously from side to side. She has a small rolling carry on propped up next to her, it doesn’t look nearly as overstuffed as mine. She gives me an anxious grin as she slides into the passenger seat, tossing her bag into the back. The drive to the vacant house is quiet, aside from her directions…but this time it’s not our friendly comfortable silence. There’s electricity in the air, and something else I can’t quite place. Fear?

We unload our bags and carry them into the house. It’s beautiful, I can’t help but imagine how perfect it would be for my family. You know, if it weren’t for the lawn care, and fixing broken plumbing when it breaks, and loose shingles…and all that other homeowner crap I avoid by renting an apartment.

I drop my bags in the living room next to hers and we give ourselves a self guided tour of the house. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was fully furnished for showing. Derrk’s real estate company really went all out. If I didn’t know better I would have thought we’d broken in to someone’s actual home. The master bedroom is the most impressive, with a giant four poster bed and jacuzzi tub in the bath.

“Well,” I say after we’ve seen everything…”what room would you feel most comfortable doing this in?”

Callie hesitates, as if she’d almost forgotten why we were here. She wanders through the rooms in silence as she contemplates. I unpack my camera equipment, trying my best to be patient with her…when all I want to do is lay her spread eagle on the floor.

“The living room I think,” her voice startles me out of my dream land “it feels less….porno”

“Okay, dig through your bag, and mine too if you’d like and pick something out to wear.” I hope I sound as cool as I should, “I’ll get the cameras set up while you change.”

She unzips my bag first, setting aside the box of toys without looking inside. I guess she thought it was part of my camera stuff. She pulls a few things out of my bag, then a few more out of hers and disappears into a back bedroom. I busy myself setting up the tripods and lighting equipment. I take a few test shots of the empty couch for calibration, and then go pop the cork on a bottle of wine.

True to my theory, Derrik’s real estate company really did go all out, there were wine glasses hanging from a rack in the built in bar that adorned the living area. I filled two wine glasses with a dark red merlot…Callie’s favorite and set them out on the coffee table.

“I can’t do this!” I hear Callie cry from the back, “He’ll think I’m silly. You’ll think I’m silly! My body is ugly, and I look horrible!!!”

No no no no no…so close to having images to put to my imagination. I can’t let her chicken out now. I spend the next ten minutes talking through the bedroom door… I remind her how beautiful she is. How much Derrik loves her. How men leer at her at work. I assure her she’ll have full veto power on any and all photos, that I won’t keep any, she’ll have the only copies. I swear at one point I nearly start begging her. I tell her I can’t do it if she can’t do it…she’s always been the prettier of the two of us, and if she’s not brave enough how could I ever be. She calms down a little at that. I’m starting to wear her down.

I decide to get the wine. That should help too. I glance at my phone on the kitchen counter. 10:00…still plenty of time for pictures, if I can just get her out of that room! Then a thought occurs to me. I had some muscle relaxers in my purse from back when I pulled my neck at the gym. They knocked me loopy when I took them. I was so totally open to suggestion that it was the first time I let Freddie try anal, and he’d been begging me for years. I pulled the bottle out of my purse and hesitated at the warning label on the side about not combining with alcohol. I broke a pill in half and dropped in it one of the glasses, watching it dissolve into the rich red liquid. That’s when my phone rang.

“Like what you see so far?” It was Derrik.

“I haven’t seen anything yet…” I retorted, thinking of his half naked wife nervously pacing in the next room.

“Really? I thought you were supposed to meet Callie thirty minutes ago. Need me to come over?”

“No!” I exclaimed a little too forcefully. “No, we just got to talking…we’re pulling up to the house now. It’s pretty.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything,” he said obviously distracted. “I told Callie you could have the whole day to yourself to let it sink in. There’s a hot tub out back if you want to…you know…go skinny dipping.” He chuckled lewdly.

“Perv.” I teased, laughing.

He hung up without another word, done with the call, but he was laughing as he did so.

…if only he knew.

By then of course, I couldn’t remember which glass of wine I’d slipped the relaxer in to. I still had the other half in my hand, so I played eeny meany miney moe and dropped it into one of the glasses. I carried them both back and knocked softly on the door.

“Callie?” I called…”wine?”

The door cracked open and I caught the briefest glimpse of perfection as she opened the door. Callie quickly pulled a black silk robe around herself, covering whatever it was she was wearing. I hand her the glass I know for sure is spiked.

“Come out and sit down. We’ll just drink and talk. If you decide you really can’t do it, we’ll pack up and no harm done. We’ll just call it a day spent hanging out.”

She smiled at me, relieved. “I was afraid you’d be upset if I said no.”

“Don’t be silly sweets, you know this is just about the fun.” I smiled my most reassuring smile. “If you’re not having fun than we shouldn’t be doing it.”

We walked together out to the couch and sat down. She glanced around at the equipment I’d spread out throughout the room.

“All this?”

“It’s so I can have the best lighting…make you look as amazing on film as you do in person.” I grin again, hoping she takes that as a friend compliment.

She spots the video camera. “What’s that for?”

“I like to take video while I shoot…you never know when a still from the video will come out better than from the camera. Plus watching it helps me remember what pictures go in what order, and where to find a specific image I’m looking for. It helps a lot when I take thousands of pictures. The video can show me which camera I was holding and what the person was doing when I took it.”

“Makes sense…” she trails off, taking a huge gulp of wine. “This is good.” She says looking at her glass.

I notice it’s nearly empty. I take a few chugs off mine to catch up, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

“Tell you what,” I say “Let me take a few of you just like that. No trying to be sexy, just you being you…you look so pretty sitting there.”

Callie smiles shyly, but nods. I drink quickly, finishing off my wine before standing up and grabbing one of my cameras. I walk to the video camera on the tripod and turn it on. With my back to the windows I start taking pictures.

“Tell me about the first time you met Derrik” I say.

She smiles slightly and takes another sip of wine before starting. “We were at a bar. He decided he wanted my number. You know how he is. Before I knew what was happening he had my number and we had plans for a date on Saturday. He was so charming and a little forceful. I just couldn’t tell him no.”

“And the first time you made love?” I snapped a few more pictures.

Callie adjusted, drinking more of her wine. “Again, charming and forceful. Not in a bad way mind you, not like rape or anything…he just takes what he wants when he wants it. You know how he is. I like that…” She’s looking away shyly again, having finished her wine. I grab the bottle and refill both our glasses.

“Tell me more…”

“I don’t even know how we ended up in my bedroom…one minute we were in the living room talking. The next I was pinned to the bed, my arms above my head, held down in his massive hand. He was sucking my breast and his other hand was working the button on my pants. I don’t think I could have stopped him if I wanted to….but I really didn’t want to.”

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*** Week Three ***

I was slinky, sexy and ready for Monday. I think I forgot to mention that I had done some reading over the weekend. I did what the story had mentioned – I ‘ribboned’ myself. What the hell. It hurts no one. Just the walk from my front door to my car left me shivering. Yum! I had the biggest smile on my face and the wettest panties as I walked to my desk. Poor Tammy. She was in a dither wondering who the hell I was. I even asked her if she wanted me to get her some coffee. She nodded, mutely, her eyes saucers. I breezed back and forth from the lunch room.

Kyle called. I heard the surprise in his voice — the offer was $200,000. Cha-ching! “Kyle, two things: Yes, and be sure the agreement includes wording that allows me to change my name to Ginger Butler. Yes I’m sure!” End of call. I turned to Tammy and kissed her right in front of God and everybody! “I’m gonna be divorced soon! Woo hoo!” Her eyes were glazed, the poor thing.

I asked George if I could buy lunch for everybody to celebrate. Yes, tomorrow. Pizza? Subs? I let him decide. He would have his assistant, Jodi, do a quick check and have her place the order. Coolio!

“Thank you George. You are a prince. Be sure to tell Janet I said so.” He smiled.

I called Lily from the conference room. I could hear her mental cash register ring.

“You know Ginger, when this is all over I really must take you out to dinner. I’ll let you know the details of the closing as soon as I have them”. I had a feeling that, if I wasn’t careful, I might be dessert. Oh well.

I sent a text to Nora: ‘$200k.’ Reply: Wow!’

“Tammy, call your hubby and tell him I want to take you to dinner and celebrate.” Saucers.

“Um, Emily, it’s parent-teachers’ conference tonight. I can’t but thanks.” Liar. Whatever.

Rest of the day was great. Ribboned? OMG! Delicious. Here’s the only thing I can think of to describe it — having a finger between ‘those’ lips all day and that finger is also putting pressure on your clit. The ladies room was not private enough for me to risk a spend. I always keep an extra pair of panties in a desk drawer ‘just in case.’ I went out for lunch … umm … I was lunch. I brought my spare pair with me, and after I … um, I left the ‘ripe’ pair between the two front seats. I am blushing furiously as I type — the ‘scent of a woman’ filled the car on the drive home from work. I wondered what the warming lube would feel like … there. Oh lord Ginger, you slut you! Point?

I stopped in at the L Room on the way home … just cuz. Nora and I meant to, right? What the hell. I went by myself. It was a Monday, early, and not too crowded. Every eye in the house turned to stare at the ‘fresh meat.’ Yeah, I get it … I sat down at the bar and ordered a Stoli Rasberi (or however the hell they spell it) and a glass of ice. Young, tall and brown eyed smiled, brought two glasses, poured the vodka, her eyes on me, and filled the other with ice. “You gonna stay, gorgeous? Want me to run a tab?” I smiled.

We’ll see who runs what blondie. I put my hand out. “I’m Ginger.” I squeezed hers as she shook mine to let her know who was who.

“It fits. I’m Candy.” Emily, don’t laugh. Candy? Bambi? Billy? O M G!! I had no doubt her driver’s license was Mary Jane or something.

The music pulsed through my last nerve. It was okay; they were all on edge anyway. My purse was at my feet. My hand was on my drink. I didn’t think I was going to hear a whole lotta Trisha Yearwood here. Carlos Santana – maybe. Perhaps some Rusted Root. Metallica? I mused. Maybe a few from the Boss. Not likely any of these would know who Grace Slick was … their loss. I let the beat pulse as I sipped my drink. I gazed over the room. Nice! I could see how it might be full, wild and hot on a weekend. A stage with lots of speakers — that meant music, fun and women!!

She slinked her way over to me … tall, slender, young. “May I have a seat?” Hmm, a submissive. Let’s play.

“Yes pet, if you ask correctly.” She flushed gorgeously.

“Miss, may I please be allowed to sit?” I smiled.

“Of course pet. And your name would be what?”

“My name is Annie, Miss. But if you prefer, I respond to ‘pet’ as well.”

“Thank you pet. Annie will do nicely — here.” She blushed. “Does your drink need a refill Annie?”

“If Miss would allow … yes please. Thank you.” I snapped my fingers at young, tall and blonde. She came, blushing.

“Pet would like a refill of whatever she’s having, Candy.” She flushed, nodded, and brought the refill. I smiled.

“So, Annie, are you in service to another at this time?” My eyes locked on to hers – very blue.

“No Miss, she had a job transfer and left me behind.”

“Cast you adrift eh?” She blushed and nodded.

“Darling, please be very careful. The world is a … it’s not a nice place. There are those who will hurt you for sport and for their pleasure and not even blink. I’m not one of them. You are so very young and beautiful. Please be careful.” fatih escort I signaled blondie for my check. I didn’t even look — just laid down a twenty dollar bill. “I’m not part of that crowd Annie. But I know some who are … please be safe.” I kissed her tenderly. “I hope you find whatever it is you seek.” I smiled, stood, grabbed my purse, and left. I found Madonna’s ‘Like A Prayer’ on my iPod and played it in the car on the way home. She was so damn good at the Super Bowl. That song moves me to tears every damn time I hear it!!

I’d go back another night. Tonight? Tears poured from my eyes as I listened to Bryan Adams sing, ‘Fine Art of Holding A Woman.’ I needed some supper. I pulled into the first place I saw. Oh my god! Of all the joints in the world … or whatever Bogie said. Emmy! She did a double take. She sort of smiled, grabbed a menu, and took me to a table in a corner. I can’t do this.

“I’ve been thinking about you, wondering if you’d call. How are you? I forgot your name; I apologize.” I didn’t tell you. I smiled, wanly.

“Emmy, life has been a whirlwind. Wanna know something funny? Your name the same as is mine.” She giggled, how cute; no, Ginger, no. “Honey, just bring me whatever the special is tonight please. I’m too tired to care.”

She brought me my Sierra Mist and flounced away fabulously. I had to smile. How cute! She came back with meatloaf, gravy, mashed potatoes. Good lord. I never eat this kind of food and Kathy was … oh god, I ate every bite. She sat across from me. “I’m on my break, if that’s okay.” Uh, sure. The food was devoured. The girl? I don’t think so.

“Emmy, I should have at least called. My world is … to call it a mess would make messes too simple. It’s just not fair to you to start something when my life is so topsy turvy. Please accept my apologies. I do know what it’s like to put yourself out there to someone.” I took her hand and squeezed it.

Her eyes shimmered a bit with tears but she nodded. “Okay, thanks Emily.” I smiled.

“Dinner was wonderful. Thank you Emmy, really.” She nodded, stood up, and left.

I did too … after I paid the bill and left a very generous tip. I wrote ‘Thank you’ and a big smiley face on the check.

I just couldn’t bring her into the tangled web of my life. Oh lord, speaking of tangled — I took a deep breath and dialed. “Mark? Hi. It’s Emily.” Silence. Silence. More silence. “Mark?”

“What is it Emily?” Cold.

“Maybe it’s stupid but I just wanted to call and say hello and … geez, I don’t know. I shouldn’t have done this. I’m so sorry. Bye.” He stopped me.

“No, it’s good to hear your voice.” My eyes filled. “Who is he? Someone you’d known longer than you and me?” Oh my god. Men!

I shook my head. “Mark, the details aren’t important. I just … oh hell, I don’t know, I just felt so lousy I wanted to say hi. And maybe, foolishly, to make myself feel better, hoping you might be okay. I’m sorry; I had such a lovely time with you both times we were together.” And I might be pregnant with our child. No, no, no.

“I’m glad Emily. I thought you had and that was why I was so … confused. Thanks for calling. I’ll be fine, and if it’s okay, I’m going to say goodbye.” He did. Shit!

I closed the door, locked it, and sat. Geez. I shook my head. He is such a nice man and I fucked him and fucked with his head. Brown eyes frowned. Julia? What? She shook her head. (Stop!) I sobbed. Oh my god I miss you. Brown eyes were cold. (Move on.) I nodded. Are you and Sheri okay? Brown eyes smiled warmly. YAY! Thank you, honey, for everything. I slept wonderfully and dream free.

Tuesday — Kathy!! Yay! I caught myself humming in the shower. Are you ready for a good laugh? “Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day.” I swear it’s true. I laughed under the hot water. Whatever! I wore a dress. Which reminds me, after Kyle gives me the check, Ginger is goin’ shopping!!! Yeah baby! I don’t know where but I am buying some new, Ginger-style clothes. I will call Lily. The woman dresses like a sleek, slinky fox. Well hell, she is! So I drove to work, blissfully unaware of anything. I heard the siren behind me. Shit! I pulled the car over, put it in park, grabbed my license and the insurance card, and waited. The police, umm, woman came to the window. I rolled it down.

“Good morning Ma’am. Are you aware you were going forty five in a thirty mile per hour zone?” Damn! I mean, damn, she’s cute! I answered honestly.

“Officer, I have to admit, I was completely spacing out. I had no idea I was going that fast. I feel like an idiot.” I handed her my cards. She smiled. Oh help me! I snuck a peek at the name plate. Her last name is Henry. Yeah okay, I like her hair too — red, strawberry blondish. Couldn’t get more than that with the leather jacket and vest.

“So let me see if I’ve got this right, Ms. Rogers — speeding, reckless driving, going too fast for conditions.” I’m sure I was pale. Please, it’s just a freakin’ speeding ticket. istanbul escort “I’ll be right back.” I watched her walk back to her squad car. You know that feeling? Everyone driving by is staring and you sit, looking down, trying to wish yourself invisible. Instead, I took out my note pad, wrote down my name (she already had that) and my cell and email. I tore the page off. My heart was pounding. Was this just plain stupid? Red came back to the car.

“Ms. Rogers, it seems it’s been quite a while since your last moving violation. I’ll let you off with a warning.” Oh thank you. Absolutely gorgeous blue eyes sparkled. “Please do the other fine folks a favor and pay attention when you drive.” She handed me my stuff. “By the way, was that you I saw at the L Room yesterday?” Thud! I know my jaw dropped. She smiled brightly. “It was my day off and I was there with a friend after she got off work. That young thing you talked to, Annie, shouldn’t be in a club like that. She’s going to wind up with the wrong person.” Pardon me while I faint.

“You saw me with her?” She nodded. “I told her much the same thing.” She nodded again.

“Yeah, whatever you said to her must have stuck. She kept to herself pretty much until she left. You go there much?”

“Um, no, actually it was my first time. It seemed like it has possibilities to be a fun place on weekends.” I made like I was reaching for my notepad and pretended to write. I handed Red the slip of paper. She looked and smiled.

“I’m Mo — Maureen. I saw you look at my name plate. I kind of guessed from that. Maybe I’ll call, Emily. You have a nice day Ma’am.” She smiled again and turned back to her squad. I sat, completely dumbfounded at what had just happened. Oh dear, let me pick my heart and my jaw off the floor of the car and get to work.

Jodi stopped me on my way to my desk. “Lunch is all set up. How do you want to pay?” I handed her a credit card. “I’ll put it on the form and fax the order. It will be delivered a little before noon.” Wow! I thanked her. “No, thank you Emily, this is very nice. What are we celebrating?”

I smiled. “My impending divorce.” Her eyes clouded a bit; oh shit, she’s sort of a newlywed. “It’s okay, Jodi. There’s not a lot of bad blood. I just want it to be over.” I shrugged, smiled and headed to my desk. Hmm, was that a baby bump I saw? I whispered the question to Tammy.

She nodded and whispered conspiratorially, “I think so, but it’s her first so she’s keeping it quiet.” Ahh! Was she having morning sickness? Just then I realized I hadn’t!! My text: No puking. (Subtle!) Reply: Yay! What time is Kathy coming 2nite? Me: Six. BFF: Yay! I grinned. I didn’t think texting was breaking our deal. Nora didn’t seem to either.

I worked. George said corporate was happy with our progress. Good. He mentioned, as he stood at my desk, that if it was okay he would make lunch a working lunch. I thought that was a great idea. It would give everyone in the group a chance to sit together, enjoy some food in a relaxed atmosphere, and get some ideas bouncing around.

Lunch was great … everybody was really juiced and contributed ideas. George, it seemed, was also very pleased and made a point of saying thanking me on behalf of the entire group.

On the way back to our desks Tammy whispered, “Jodi is pregnant. But it’s still a secret.” I smiled. Good for her.

I sent Kyle an email: Any thoughts on when the check would arrive? Tammy and I hummed our way through work.

“Hey, did I mention tonight’s my first night with a personal trainer?”

“No!!”

“Yup, Nora, a girlfriend, has raved about her.” (Wet!) “While we had dinner recently she gave me her phone number. I called her Sunday on a whim. She spent an hour with me and we set dates and times.” Tammy thought it was great.

I told her we’d see. “If I come in tomorrow with a walker …” We laughed.

Jodi stopped by. “Emily, there are leftovers from lunch. What do you want me to do with them?”

“Umm, ask some of the people who have kids if they want them — might make for lunches or whatever.” She smiled and nodded. Tammy smiled and pinched her cheeks. Ah, the rosy pregnant look. Like I would know what that look was.

The afternoon felt like it dragged a bit. I think it was more anticipating seeing Kathy, which, naturally, led me to think about Nora. I missed her terribly. Yes, I had a gorgeous lady cop hit on me — or was it the other way around? How funny the coincidence of her seeing me at my first visit to the club. Hmm, if she does call, maybe I’ll hint at making that where we have our first … date? Nora, are you close to make decision? Confusing? My world was a jumble of people, feelings, and stuff. I kind of like it though. It sure beats the hum drum life I was living with asshole and before Julia. My god, just thinking about her gave me shivers. Then concentrate on your work and get home. I did.

I took a shower. No, I have no idea why. I had a Lean Cuisine and tapped my fingers. I turned taksim escort on the TV and paid no attention to it. What is it? I don’t know. That’s the point. Something is about to pop … I just had that feeling. I don’t know where or who or what. The knock on the door; the tornado that is Kathy blew in, her usual (it seems) bundle of energy. She shrugged out of her coat. She was all ‘trainered’ up. Shh, not a word Ginger! She looked simply gorgeous.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Are we ready, Ginger?” I tried not to blush — or stare. I smiled, nodded and stared. She took me through some simple warm ups after asking a few questions about any recent physical activity. Um!

She took me right into some sort of lunge thing. I’ll do my best to explain. On one knee, knees hip distance apart. Lift a leg, place the foot straight ahead of you. Lunge into it, keeping abs tight, chest up, hands on waist, shoulders back – repeat with other leg. Next — one leg at a 45 degree angle, repeat movements while keeping body and shoulders face forward; repeat with other leg. Last — 90 degrees, body and shoulders face forward. Same series with each leg. Confusing? I felt like an idiot. It seemed like so much to remember all at once.

There were a couple of others but I’ll spare you the details. One, however … yum; no wonder Nora was so fabulous in her lovemaking!! Lay on your back with your feet on a couch, chair or table, arms on the ground, next to your body, feet hip distance apart. Drive your hips up — oh honey, yes, please do. Keep your abs tight and your hips high!! Go up and down in a controlling … err, controlled fashion without resting your hips, until your partn … until you have finished your repetitions. Repeat each movement with one leg crossed over the other on the thigh. I’m biting my lip as I write. $50 an hour? Kathy honey, you are solid (liquid?) gold. Wow!! I’m smiling as I write

I have to tell all of you this part … Kathy mentioned that Nora talked a lot about me. There was a little bit of a something in her tone. I tried to keep from crying or smiling. God dammit, my voice caught as I tried to answer. Kathy caught it too. She was too much of a professional to say anything but I saw the shadow cross her face. Oh my god! Is she?

We breezed through the remaining exercises. She was very happy. For a first timer I had done well. Oddly, while I was a bit out of breath and perspiring some, there was no soreness. I just couldn’t keep my balance on one last exercise and had to hold on to a chair. She was fine with it. She wanted me to concentrate on form and motion. She promised me that the strength and balance would come with repetition. I was very glad I had decided to do three times this week. I quickly told her that I would like to do so again next week. She beamed.

A bit embarrassed, I asked, “May I pay you on Thursday?” Not a second of hesitation. I decided to do so in cash. What Uncle doesn’t know, Uncle can’t grab. I hugged her as I thanked her before she left.

Gotta say — the woman knows her stuff. I did four separate exercises in a sixty minute session.

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Tuesday night, my workout completed — what to do? The question answered itself. Lily called.

“Ginger, I know it’s late, but I had a no-show. I have some papers and figures; if you’re not busy, could I stop by?” Of course; I smiled. I would ask her to go shopping. Twenty five minutes later, she knocked. She smiled, as always, and kissed my cheek. I took her coat and hung it up.

In answer to my question, “Yes, I’d love a glass of wine.” I could see her eyeing my clothes. I told her about Kathy’s visit and workout. She was very, very happy. “This will do wonders for you honey. Just wait; it won’t take long for you to feel the changes if she’s as good as you say.” Gawd!

“Lily, I have a question. I admire the fashionable, classy way you dress. When the check comes from asshole would you please go shopping with me?” She kinda choked her wine. Was I serious? “Yes, very much so.”

“You are just too cute for words, Ginger. I’d love to. I know just where to take you!” She began to spread out papers on the table and talk about deals, numbers, and rates. I looked at her again – for the first time. She wore reading glasses and would look over them at me. When she talked about business, her face would flush with excitement about the deal. I had seen another version of that flush. I smiled at the memory. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I was beginning to daydream a bit about being in a house, with my things, and my new life — whatever that was going to be. I leaned, reached a hand to her face, and gave Lily a kiss. It wasn’t too long or too deep, and only a tease with my tongue against her lips, which opened immediately. I pulled away; she looked shocked and surprised.

“I love you too Lily,” with a little bit of a smirk “and it’s not quite unrequited.” She smiled and kissed me back. “May I show you?” She frowned. “Nora is wherever she is. You are here and I asked you to.” I kissed her hot and hard. She just stared. I stood, locked the door, and took her hand. Why was I doing this? Hand on a Bible — I don’t know. I love my Nora. I have no idea what’s going to happen. Tonight, I’m with Lily.

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I wake up a little flushed, a bit dry mouthed and very, very horny. Highlights of the red hot dream I just had are swimming in and out of my memory, dwindling frustratingly fast, but the pulsing of my swollen clit is strong, so strong I have to check the position of both hands. Thoroughly expecting the fingers of my right hand to be buried deep inside me, my thumb still strumming my quivering stiff bud, I’m surprised to find them far from the central action. Both arms are by my sides, hands palm down on the mattress, the only giveaway my body hints at are my legs splayed, knees akimbo. I raise my hips wantonly, squeeze my kegel muscles a few times, desperately trying to grasp the last of the now fading orgasm I’ve obviously enjoyed in my sleep. Why didn’t I wake up in time for the big dramatic start, and not just the afterglow!? And why are my sex dreams always about solo fun these days!? Three years of unforced chastity is the most likely reason.

The fizz in my body is flattening rapidly to nonsparkling, so I throw off my duvet, close my knees together and fling my legs over the side of the bed.

“Right! This isn’t getting the child fed! Get up ya lazy goat and get the weekend started!!”

I’d moved to London three years ago, because of my job. The drastic change of pace at the central headquarters of the financial company I worked for meant I’d little time for a social life, hence the sexual drought. This weekend was one of the rare few work free ones I’ve had, and coinciding with a bank holiday I fought hard to get off too, I plan to damn well make the most of it.

The long, grueling hours thankfully didn’t go unrewarded. The hike in pay was what lured me to the bright lights of the big city, but ironically, I never got time to spend it on much other than sky high rent and takeaway meals. My wardrobe was dull and out of date, I hated my work clothes and despised my casual, slobbing around gear. Today was the day I’d rectify that. I’m going shopping. Big time shopping. A spree to end all sprees. Then I’m going to work on finding time and places to wear my new purchases, and hopefully end my drought in the process.

A train ride, two short tube rides and I’m smack bang in the middle of a very busy Oxford street. Intimidated and uninspired by the identikit high street chains though, I shuffle my way towards the funkier, fragrant doorsteps of Carnaby Street. Street art, buskers, little colourful market stands spilling over with silk scarves and naturally dyed cotton bags, with little mirrors and busy embroidered appliqués soon have me smiling, and I can feel my shoulders relax. It isn’t until I feel them collapse into their natural position that I realise they’d been scrunched up around my ears. In a much better mood now, and ready to spend, spend, spend, I stop a pretty girl in a stunning pale blue, ethereal floaty shirt dress, with tiny pearl button detail down the front, a dress I longed to own myself, and felt confident she’d be the one to point me in the right direction to start my revamp.

“Hi, I just adore your outfit, please tell me you got it around here somewhere?”

“Oh! Thank you! A girl can’t hear that enough!” She blushed and hoisted her hand painted leather bag further up her shoulder and spun 180 to point back down the road. “Do you see the store with the giant Medusa head just above the gold shop canopy? Vintage Cavern. That’s the best place in London for dresses, skirts and the most amazing slips and vintage style camisoles. You’ll be spoilt for choice! It’s more like an indoor market though, so best to stop by a cash machine first, they don’t take cards.”

She ends her suggestion with a bit of an apologetic grimace, then smiles gaily and with a jangle of tinkly bangles she throws me a tiny wave and wishes me luck, disappearing into the coffee bar we were stood right outside. I shout my thanks to her and head straight for the cash point and ready myself for a good delve into this cavern I was now incredibly curious about.

It’s wall to wall chiffon, billowing silks, satins and soft floaty linens. I’m in retail heaven. I want one of everything. Before I can get overwhelmed by the choice I tackle the nearest rack to the door, and flick my way through the mismatched hangers, first looking for something in my size before pulling it out to examine, to avoid disappointment. I hate when I fall for the perfect skater dress in a divine pattern, with just the right neckline, only to discover its two sizes too small… having already wowed my imaginary new friends in it, at an imaginary bar…

I’m right in the middle of the Tardis like shop before I realise I’ve spent nearly half an hour caressing and holding up dresses, tops and skirts against me, dwindling my choice down to the maximum five items allowed to be tried on at any one time in the changing rooms. I step through the rich gold velvet curtain into a warren of cubicles, branching out into little corridors with a mind boggling lack of thought into practical use of space. The numbers stencilled in şişli escort white on each door don’t seem to follow in numerical order either. Curious. Assuming there must be a method in this chaotic madness, I head for the cubicle at the end of one ‘branch’ of the warren, the first I can spot with an open door, and excitedly hang up my choices, eager to strip off and start trying on.

The first skirt and cami top are definite winners. I’m loathe to take them off again, they feel so good on, and flatter my hourglass figure so perfectly I could get away with pretending they were made to measure. Shaking my head to dispel the beginnings of another fantasy with my imaginary friends, where I’m bragging about my imaginary personal dressmaker, I reluctantly take them off and try on the sheer button through tea dress, reminiscent of the one that lured me here, now almost an hour ago. It’s so sheer I’m regretting not hunting out a full length slip to go under it, my boring white jersey bra and sensible briefs do nothing for my silhouette in it. Opening the door of the cubicle I stick my head out in the hope of attracting a member of staff to go do the hunting for me, but there’s no one about. The door to my right creaks open and a hippy chick older lady strolls out, juggling an armful of outfits with a big satisfied smile on her face.

“You ok there love? That’s a pretty dress, would be better without those big drawers though!”

She laughs, her brash cockney drawl drawing an embarrassed smile from me, mortified to be caught, practically in my undies.

“I know!! I should’ve found a slip for under it, was hoping a member of staff would be milling around to help, but looks like I’ll have to do a quick change back into my jeans and go search myself.”

I roll my eyes comically, crossing my arms, belatedly covering my body and backing into the cubicle.

“What size love? Just a cream or nude slip, yeah? I’ll find someone on the shop floor to go get you one, or ask at the till when I’m buying these, alright? Yeah. You are cubicle number 12, yeah?”

She’s so vocal, forthright and hard to refuse so I thank her and tell her cream or nude would be perfect, in a size 12, ta very much. I duck back into the cubicle and close the door behind me.

Nude. Better without those big drawers. Nude…

If I’m fast I can wriggle out of my M&S matching set and just quickly see for myself what this dress looks like without anything below it. Just out of curiosity. Horny curiosity. I wiggle out of my knickers, kick them off and unsnap my bra through the sheer chiffon, pull my bra strap down my left arm, then off out through the capped sleeve of my right arm, unable to resist a whispered ‘tah dah!’ to accompany the dramatic little flourish.

Wow. I’m not exactly a narcissist, never been tempted to fit a mirrored ceiling above my bed or anything of that ilk, don’t think I’ve even been undressed in front of a mirror at home before, but right now, right in front of this dressing room mirror, i can’t take my eyes off my own body. The spotlights above catch the luminosity of my pale Celtic skin, bathed in the wispy dove grey chiffon fabric, flowing over and caressing my curves. It’s highlighting everything from the wide hips either side of my overly applely bum, my nipped in waist and the gently tear dropped globes of my ample chest, domed with embarrassingly big dark rosy nipples. Always begging to be seen, poking as they do, through bras, shirts and sometimes even the woolliest of jumpers. My ex boyfriend called them ‘part time puffies’, as they sit proud, like rounded golf ball halves until manipulated, or caught in a cold breeze, then they transform into big long stiff poker tips surrounded by a circle of raised dimples. Instead of feeling embarrassed by them right now I’m entranced, not to mention very turned on. Flashbacks from my waking dream come at me and I watch transfixed as my hands creep up towards the domes, eager to twist them into stiff…

“Hello there!! You needed a slip? I’ve only one in your size, it has a tangle of fine straps though, but I can help you with… ”

The door I forgot to bolt is pushed slowly open from behind, nudging me into the mirror I was vainly ogling moments before.

“Oh! Hello, it’s you!”

“Oh hello, you found us then!”

We both talk over each other as our eyes meet in the mirror. I’m looking at her but I can see the blush rise on my own face out of the corner of my eye, as I remember my state of undress.

“Oh wow, you have an amazing figure! I know a few private member clubs around here where you could wear that dress exactly like that.”

She laughs warmly and dispels my nervous anxiety with her lack of judgement at my near nakedness,. Flattered by her compliment I relax enough to thank her and suggest I’d better try it with the slip too though, for versatility. Fully expecting her to quickly show me which end was up in the tangle of spaghetti straps she was indicating, and leave me to it, I’m surprised to find çapa escort her looking at me expectantly. I turn toward her, eyebrow raised in query and she carries on so matter of factly that I find myself falling in line and following her unspoken orders.

My hands shake a little as I tackle the buttons, opening them quickly to the waist before letting the dress fall to the floor in a silent wafty flourish, and hold my arms out to receive the slip, totally aware of, but totally ignoring my state of total nakedness. She pops it over my bent head, pushing my head further down as she tuts gently and fusses with the straps at the back of my neck. I can feel the heat of her skin, and smell the lemony soapy scent emanating from her cleavage, mere centimetres from my face. I have just enough time to admire the bronzed b cup boobs jiggling between the buttons of her dress, no bra I think, when she makes a triumphant sound before pulling the slip down my body, the hem skimming my knees on one side whilst caught mid thigh on the other.

I spin to look in the mirror and we both laugh as we realise the straps are tangled up on one side, causing the unintentionally asymmetrical hemline.

“Here, just pop your arm through these two, wait… no, these two, and I’ll just pull this over your head, oops, raise your arm…”

She successfully pulls my head and arm through the correct web of straps, and as she steps back to admire her handiwork with a sigh of relief her forearm brushes my right breast, causing an involuntary ‘oh!’ from me.

“Oh I’m so sorry, erm…”

She blushes, darker than me only moments ago, and jerkily her hand comes up as if to swipe apologetically where her arm had ‘assaulted’ me. Her fingers accidentally stroke my already stiffening bud, causing it to poke through the light silk fabric, the lights from above casting a shadow, drawing even more attention to my giant erect nubbin. She pauses, mouth open with a forgotten apology on her lips, her fingers hovering at my breast, mesmerised by the action she caused.

Before I can engage my brain I hear myself whisper huskily, with a soft laugh,

“Don’t leave the twin out, it’ll get jealous.” And jester toward my still puffy nipple with a shunt of my shoulder, putting the soft spongy dome within a hairs breadth of her fingers.

Without shifting her gaze she gently prods at my nipple, so gently she’s barely grazing it. Now she’s flitting her eyes up to quickly gauge my reaction, which I give with a micro nod. She looks back at her hand and it’s like time is suddenly suspended in an alternative reality bubble. I’ve never ever had any notions about girls before, not even during those curious, tender early teen years, emerged instead in religious scripture and academic studies. I was a total nerd. This little bubble, within the tight four walls of this cubicle, has enveloped both of us, so much so I’ve forgotten who I was, stop questioning my preference and I’m now totally IN THIS.

“Rub it with your thumb, yes, harder… mmmm, pinch it. Just grab it, yes, twist it. Twist my big stiff tip, mmmmm, fuck… yes, both of them, just like that. God, you are good. So good.”

“They are really sensitive?” It’s not so much a question as a statement, she can see and feel exactly how sensitive they are. I moan yes anyway, as quietly as I can. Immersed as I am in this horny, almost unreal tableau, I’m still conscious of our near public environment.

“My nipples are super sensitive too. I can’t even bear to wear a bra covering them.”

Before I can tell her I’ve noticed her braless state already, she tugs me by the nipples toward her and pings them in release and immediately presses her lightly clothed breasts against mine. She allows my stiff nubs to dig into her soft skin.

“Mmmm, feels so good, but hurts a little… the friction from my dress…”

I flash my eyes at hers, in consent, and our hands crash against each other as we both reach for her tiny top button.

“I’ll do it, you get that slip off. Now!” We are barely keeping to a whisper now, no longer caring so much about who might be out there, overhearing us.

With only the minimum fuss I manage to shrug the slip back over my head, and forgetting to feel embarrassed about my nakedness I reach for her bottom button and finally we meet in the middle. I brush her hands away as I slowly open her dress, like I’m unwrapping a thrilling surprise gift. What a gift. The sight of her dusky brown skin in all its lithe, gently muscled glory has my mouth watering. And my pussy dripping. She’s thinner than me, her breasts are smaller, her nipples neater in size, but only by millimetres. I can’t believe she was able to hide these two perky little poles in that sheer dress.

“Thank god for breast pockets eh? If it wasn’t for those double flaps over these bad girls id take an eye out, right?” She laughs and winks saucily, then surprises me by pushing me onto the round velvet padded stool in the corner of the cubicle. Immediately mecidiyeköy escort she joins me, straddles my thighs as she sits facing me. She pulls at her own long nipples, held firmly between forefinger and thumb and pushes them into mine. Without words we measure them side by side. Mine are longer by about half a centimetre, but hers are by no means short, standing proud at a good two and a half centimetres from her perfectly round boobs.

“I challenge you to a duel!” she laughs as she takes swipes at my tits with hers, making comic swooshing sounds.

Catching on, I grab mine in the same manner and try not to soak the velvet stool in excitement while pure pleasure shoots through me as I brandish my long stiff buds and ‘sword fight’ hers with them.

The muffled laughter soon turns into deep moans as we both derive as much pleasure as we can stand from play fighting with our nipples. Wanting more, needing more, I let go of mine and grab her sweet pointed chin with one hand and press my lips to hers. She wriggles in my lap, releases her nips with a little whimper and wraps her arms around my back, he legs sliding up to straddle my waist, pressing me into her as we eagerly devour each others mouths. Lips mash together, teeth bite lips, tongues get sucked deep, i moan long and hard into her mouth as she tips her body back, taking me with her.

Then I feel it. Her change of position forces her pelvis to press against mine and in doing so I feel a too brief, too light a rubbing of her pubis against my clit. Had she meant to do that? Did she know how much I loved it?

My legs feel like jelly now but I grab her bum and press her down against me, balancing us both with tensed calves and thighs gripped to hold her tight. Yes! This position is good. I angle my pussy up and try hard to grind it against hers, I keep bumping but not always hitting the mark, but when I do… sweet heaven. With my groans of pleasure muffled against her mouth I thrust and thrust. I’m starting to feel that hot, tell tale glow emanate from inside out, I can feel the start of an orgasm build and work hard to keep the pace.

Suddenly she is off me. She sprung up so fast I don’t have time to react. My legs are still splayed, my mouth slick with her saliva.

“Oh god!”

Oh god, she totally regrets this.

“Get up so I can dump that stool outside in the corridor, we are going to need all the space we can get in here, come on, quick.”

Struck dumb I do as I’m told and stand. We both look down at the stool, the peach velvet now dark and wet in spots where our mix of juices have dropped on to it. She laughs and says, “So that’s how those marks get on these!?” and bends to grab it, spins to the door and opening it just enough to squeeze the stool through the gap. Before she has the door closed, bolt firmly in place I’ve my hands on her ridiculously tight ass, curiosity making me drag my nails over the warm brown skin. She was either born this beautiful shade or sunbathed naked. No time to ask about such things now though.

“Get on the floor, and let’s see if we can give this carpet wet spots to match the stool.”

“Would be a shame not to at least try and even things up, right enough” I add, laughing at the thought, but also completely turned on by it, and determined to give it a go.

We clasp hands and both fall to our knees on the floor. We kiss and then start to mirror each other’s strokes, my hands on her breasts following the path hers take over mine. She flattens my nipples under the palms of her hands, and just as I do the same to hers she drags her hands up towards my collar bone, allowing my nipples to spring up from where they’d been folded against my soft breasts. As I stroke up her body her nipples do the same, the satisfying pop up effect mesmerising and incredibly satisfying. I will never ever be embarrassed by my long thick nipples again. I love them. And I love hers. I can’t get enough of this, my head is whirling, my breath panting and when she pauses to quickly lick her own palms and place them back on my tits I think I’m going to melt into a big orgasmic puddle. The hot wet lack of friction is perfect. I lick my palms and do the same to her nipples, rubbing them over her tits, pressing her nipples down, releasing them, rubbing them.

I follow her as she gets off her knees and sits down on the carpet, I sit facing her, one leg thrown over hers while she wiggles the other one of hers under mine.

“Hmmmm, saliva dries so quickly… I wonder what we could use that’s a little silkier, slicker…” and I’m not sure if she is even trying to keep a straight face, but she fails miserably. I don’t even pretend to feign innocence and immediately reach between my legs to run my fingers into my sopping pussy, but she grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to her lips. I’m confused, did I get this wrong?

She pecks my finger tips with her lips then plunges my hand down to her own pussy. Just as my fingers dip into the warmest, wettest soft velvet I jump with horny shock, feeling her fingers delve into mine at the exact same moment. Too quickly they are gone again and she’s rubbing my pussy juices over my left nipple, so I reluctantly drag my fingers from her wetness and slip and slide them over one of hers.

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