Chapter 08
Slavers search for sexy Sarah
The morning light flooded the ceiling with gold as Sarah lay listening to the sounds of The Court. She had slept late and the cottage was silent after Cliff had left for work. The morning breeze flowed gently in and out of the windows on each side of her lazily lifting the curtains over the bed. She stretched luxuriantly, pulled the sheet up to her chin and gazed up to the mirror over the bed recalling the images that had flickered in its depths, her images and Vi's with Cliff .
Her hands roamed out on each side. Here Vivienne had made love to her in a way she had never known before. There they had all come together in those incredible climaxes, and afterwards the sensation of being cradled by Vivienne. The deliciousness of feeling Vi's tenderness and loving attentions all about herself roused her to the echoes of two nights ago. Sarah lifted her knees and spread her legs.
She always began with the little strokes tickling the insides of her lower thighs. That's the way she had begun from the time she was a little girl. She couldn't remember when she had started pleasuring herself but she had never stopped. The memory of the man rousing her in the shoe-store began there between her knees. That's when she really began to feel it. That would be a nice experience to add to her list. She smiled. It was a long list and getting longer now that Vivienne had come into her life.
Her mind sifted through the menu. Charley at the agency was always good for a come. She would miss him and his crazy antics. He was her favorite copywriter, they had created some great campaigns together and he had a huge case of the hots for her too.
Sarah pulled her hands in a long luxuriant stroke up the insides of her thighs at the thought of him. This is what she would love to have him do to her in the middle of one those long creative sessions when they were alone in the conference room. She stretched and lifted her loins up to her hands. A finger slipped expertly into the wetness between her petals while another swirled deliciously over her clitoris.
Charley was always hanging over her shoulder looking down inside her blouse when he was supposed to be studying her layouts. And she dressed for him when they were working together, shedding everything down to her frumpy frock that gaped in the front when she leaned forward and the buttons too easily became undone. And when she moved just right she guessed he could see a nipple. At least she tried to give him glimpses of them when she wore a loose chemise without a bra.
She could feel the heat of his cock right next to her face he stood so close. All she would have to do is turn and rub her cheek against that hard bulge. And then unzip him. He had to be big if the bulge was any indication. She could just feel him in her hand before she put him in her mouth. And then he would take her like this, right on the conference table with her frock shoved up to her belly and her cunt hot for fucking. Sarah threw the sheet off her body and rolled over on her belly, her naked bottom lifted and thrust down, her fingers working their way through her petals into her the hot wet little tunnel of her vagina searching for her G-spot.
The sensations coursed through her again. The come was right there. And then the door opened and Mary Sue her boss's sexy secretary was standing there watching and watching while she came and came on Charlie's cock.
Breathlessly Sarah rolled over into the sound of the telephone. She lifted the receiver and transformed its jangling into Vivienne's voice. "Sure, I'd love to have breakfast with you then maybe we can have dessert afterwards." Sarah laughed. "Okay. See you soon."
Sarah raced through her shower and her toilette. The day would be warm but shorts were not how she wanted to dress for Vi. Just a short, sleeveless sun dress with a deep V-neck and nothing else. She slipped into her sandals and crossed the lawn to Vi's. The scent of coffee drew her up onto the porch.
"Hi," she called and Vi was there opening the door, holding out her hands to her. Sarah took them in hers with a smile.
"Let's have breakfast and then we can relax in the Jacuzzi," Vi smiled.
They had their toast and jam and juice and shared a waffle and Sarah basked in the pleasure of the meal, in the movements of Vivienne's hands, in her slim fingers upon the silver, in her quiet absorption with taste, and smell, and texture. For Sarah there was a new richness in everything, in the dark coffee lapping at the china wall of her cup, a fresh savor in the aroma floating to her nose, an unaccustomed bite upon her tongue that set her taste-buds to tingling as she put down her cup and looked up. Vivienne was watching her, mirroring her movements with her own cup, her lips curving over the rim, opening to inhale the current, her mouth closing in a quick caress upon the hot liquid, her tongue appearing in a brief salacious touch of her upper lip afterwards.
The morning light lay across the table in soft edged shadows shifting with the movements of the breeze in the Passion Flower vines. Sarah felt a current stirring her sleeve where it touched her upper arm, and another moving her hem against her calf. A flutter in the lace of Vivienne's collar where it touched her neck raised a prickle of goose bumps upon her skin and she felt them course sympathetically beneath her own breasts and trickle down her ribs. They were utterly alone together, their eyes touching in the silence, unguarded, open, the current alive between them. "You said you wanted dessert after breakfast," Vi smiled at last with a meaningful glance.
Sarah nodded, feeling her pulse quicken and that sense of suspense fill her that had been nagging at her mind for the last two days. Another moment had arrived, this one even more exciting and questionable than the threesome. She had after all really been taken both by Vi and Cliff during their lovemaking. But she had to admit that the experience had not only been delicious it had opened the way to a whole new realm of pleasure that she had just dreamed about in the past. Feeding Cliff's threesome fantasies had been her way of openly reveling in her own secret desires, of being with another woman. Actually having a threesome with Vi was safe in a way too because it was ostensibly for Cliff and she had allowed Vi to take her for his pleasure. At least that's what she had told herself up until it happened. But the experience had been so incredibly delicious that it had opened the way to yesterday's sharing of that special Kiss and that long day of fondling and tenderness that followed it.
That's when she knew that she was falling in love with Vi.
"Would you like to have 'dessert' in the Jacuzzi?" Vi smiled, her lovely brows lifting with the question.
Sarah nodded smiling bravely back.
The morning light flooded the bathroom in pale gold and the curtains stirred every so slightly in warm breeze. Before them the Jacuzzi rose, like an altar, against the back wall its surface roiling with the blue-green turmoil that Sarah felt echoing within her self.
She looked down at her sandals and slid out of them, and when she looked up Vi had already slipped out of her robe. The threesomes had been so wild, her senses such a welter that Vi's body had just seemed beautiful in that objective way that a model's was beautiful. But now there was an immediacy about her nakedness, her person was coming through so strongly that beauty didn't seem important.
What did seem important was that difference in their ages. Oddly it was she who should be seducing Vi, and not the other way around but there was no question that the girl had plenty of experience making love to other girls if the past few days' of amours with her were any indication.
Vi perched on the wide shelf surrounding the tub her legs dangling in front of her and tested the water with her hand. "It's just right," she said and Sarah felt her watching as she unfastened her little sun-dress and dropped it on the floor taking a deep breath as Vi held out her arms to her.
The touch of Vi's hands on her shoulders was so light, so subtle that it would have been casual if it hadn't been so charged with expectation. The trickle of her fingers down Sarah's upper-arms to her forearms was a silky sensation of expanding warmth that merged in the clasping of their hands as they drew together.
The kiss was so natural and yet it was new too. Yesterday it had been discovery, this was renewal and the pleasure flooded Sarah. Hungrily she returned to Vi's mouth again, and again. She looked into Vi's eyes and sheer happiness surged in her. The touch of Vi's fingers on her nipples was expected and unexpected too in a thrilling way.
Sarah leaned forward and raised her shoulders lifting her breasts into the caress. She closed her eyes so she could just feel that sensation and nothing else, and the reward was instant. It flooded her loins and made her gasp. She leaned forward, pulled Vi's mouth onto her nipple and the charge was electric within her.
The arousal was so sweet, so compelling, so liberating. Sarah moved closer and put her hands on Vi's knees. Vi relinquished Sarah's tingling nipple and looked up into her face, lay back on the ledge and opened her legs. Her movement was casual, expectant, compelling. Sarah knelt slowly before the gift. All she had to do was open the package. Softly, reverently she touched Vi's petals with her finger and they parted, oh so readily. Sarah's heart was hammering now in her chest, her mouth was suddenly flowing with saliva, her tongue lifting and curling with a life of its own. The energy drew her forward and she slid a long languorous lick through the depths of Vi's Passion-Flower. Lifting her head she saw the blossom open before her upon a pink glistening primordial sea moist with tears of passion. Tears that she must wipe away with her tongue, only the more that she touched them the more they flowed. The blossom was exotic and full of the girl's wonderful fleshy taste at first but then it was just warm and wet and endless with mystery.
