Sara -- Returning home that same weekend
Sara's eyes darted up to the rideshare's rearview mirror, scanning to see where the driver's eyes were positioned. She was usually the bold one in her relationship, but it was Alison's hand that was currently snaking under the waistband of her skirt. After a moment of frustration, she felt a tug at the zipper on the backside. Still, the fabric was so tight that even a cursory glance in her direction would leave no doubt where her lover's hand was. Not that she had any compulsion to inhibit her progress, she just did not want to get caught by a random driver. Sara was not one to typically go commando when out and about, especially not in a skirt. What had been a liability for the first portion of the night had her libido on a low simmer all evening.
It was not that typical for Alison to be so playful during the school year; being the least senior assistant principal for a large high school meant that she was often the one going to early morning activities. Instead of going out on Friday evenings, they would go to bed early. As soon as her fall activities would be winding down, Sara's coaching obligations would rob their weekends.
Sara embraced the contact, with a wary eye on their driver. She parted her legs slightly as skillful fingers plied their trade on her naked kitty. "So smooth," Alison whispered, perhaps a little too loudly, or maybe Sara's sensitive hearing was making it seem too intense. The thumping, EDM, beat blasting from the small SUV's speakers was more than likely obscuring her partner's outbursts. She hoped the same beat would hide her whimpers and moans if she could not hold up on the onslaught of her fiancée's seasoned fingers.
Alison's particularly amorous mood was likely precipitated by the excellent evening they had spent out with her new school leadership. Gone was the elderly head principal who had never entirely accepted lifestyles separate from his own. While he was a decent school leader and had a pleasant enough personality, there was still some animosity. Although he did not have much of a concern about Alison being a lesbian, the fact that they lived together before marriage or at least being engaged had been a point of light friction. The new head principal seemed much more open to them. Sara had the impression that she had made an excellent formal introduction to the middle-aged woman. Alison had been excited about getting her assigned to their school since the former principal announced his retirement.
In addition to a great meal with her staff, the school had beat their hated rival for the first time in nearly a decade, in a stunning come from behind win. Couple that success with running into some great friends at Lou's after the game, and some stories of their wilder days in college, It was a recipe for a great Friday night that looked to be ending even better. The application of several martinis to one another's inhibitions had also had a lubricating effect. Sara kept her eyes forward and attempted to keep a placid look on her face as Alison continued her play. She knew that Alison would probably take it as a challenge, putting her on edge to give away what was going on.
Deft fingers parted Sara's lips, titillating her nethers. A shock and shudder pulsed up her spine, flaring an ember of desire within her to life. Soft lips kissed her neck before nibbling up behind her ear. Sara pushed her legs apart just a little, giving Alison more room to work. A thumb flicked out and circled her clitoris, sending a second reinforcing slam up against her spine. Desperately, she wanted to reach over and return the favor, then pull off her clothes and make love to Alison in the back of the SUV. She doubted strongly that the man in his early thirties would mind the show. However, she looked out the window to see that they were turning on to their block. She didn't want Alison to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar when they pulled up to their house.
"We're home, love," She whispered, placing a hand on Alison's wayward wrist. Sara did breathe a slight sigh of relief when Alison caught the hint. Slowly she snaked her hand from under her waistband, but not before a parting caress on her way out. Sara zipped herself back up as the song changed.
He had to have heard that.
The driver's facial expression did not change.
Might have gotten away with it.
A glance out the window showed that the lights in her house were still on as they drove up. Samantha and Derek seemed to be awake.
Interesting
She was not 100% sure how she felt about the two of them lounging around the house in the nude all weekend, but any excuse to see Samantha in her birthday suit was one she would gladly take.
Sara thanked the driver and opened the garage; as soon as Alison had sprung from the door, she moved briskly to the garage, tugging Sara by the hand along in her wake. The driver lingered for a moment, seeming to want to ensure that they were getting into their house alright before he took off. His vigilance did not turn creepy as he pulled off as they walked into the garage. "Close it," Alison ordered, pulling Sara into her arms, lips ferociously on hers. Sara pressed the button and pushed back on Alison, driving them both into Samantha's car's rear fender. No longer having to have a modicum of modesty, fingers started to unbutton Alison's blouse. Not breaking the series of passionate, frenzied kisses, Alison's hands were on Sara's hips and then on her skirt's zipper. Sara kicked off the dress as it tumbled to the garage floor.
Alison's fingers began to explore her creases and folds, going back to coaxing pleasurable sighs from her. Sara broke the embrace for a moment as she finished unbuttoning Alison's blouse. Alison took the cue and discarded the garment on the floor. Sara pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the ground. Alison took the opportunity to free her ample bosoms from confinement. A couple of seconds later and Sara was naked before Alison's Topless form. She put a hand behind her neck and pulled Alison Down to her lips. Again, Alison's digits returned to their task; this time, they did not keep their toil external. Her wet pussy, welcomed new the stimulation, pulsing out waves of pleasure into her body.
Sara did want to leave Alison out of the fun, shifting her mouth from Alison's down to her breasts. Sara had always been a little jealous of Alison's large, natural breasts. Genetics had not blessed her body so, but at least she had a pair like this to play with regularly. Lips wrapped around her nipple and then flicked the hardening nub with her tongue repeatedly. Years of making love to the same woman told her exactly how to get the best reaction out of Alison. A loud sigh bellowing from her lover's lips further confirmed that she was on the correct path. A heartbeat later, Alison was picking her up and spinning her around, ass now seated atop Samantha's car.
A sequel of delight mixed with surprise issued from Sara, changing to a giggle. "Someone is excited this evening." Alison nodded in response then teased open Sara's legs just a little with her hands. Sara had to stabilize herself on the car's trunk, leaving her arms occupied as her fiancée went to work on her.
Alison leaned in for a kiss, and when she withdrew, passionate kiss planted, she pinned her eyes on Sara's, lust and determination blazing in her glare. Alison's hands went into action without breaking the eye-line, first dragging against her labia, sending more shivers of pleasure speeding toward her spine. "I am going to need you to cum for me," Alison commanded. Fingers sunk into her waiting vagina, seeking to please her g-spot. Other digits were teasing around the nub of nerves at the crown of her labia, but not yet applying the attention for which she was yearning. A couple of breaths later, the desperation was briefly quenched, stroke of the thumb flared across it.
Sara moaned a long low exhalation of pleasure; Alison seemed to take the moan as cheering her on, pushing into her clitoris as her opposite fingers found her most sensitive parts within her. "I think that can be arranged, my lady. Just as long as you are prepared to do the same." Face contorting briefly in her most mischievous look before it faded back into another blissful sigh.
"Oh, we'll just have to see about that." Alison waggled her eyebrows, looking like a cat that was playing with a mouse. Her head descended to wrap her lips around one nipple, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Another blast of sensation ripped through her nervous system, pleasantly adding another sense to the building pleasure within her. Her mouth did not stay long at her nipple, briefly passing over and repeating her motions over her other breast before descending slowly down her stomach, kissing each of her abdominal muscles independently. Although Alison's hands never stopped their movements around and, in her vagina, Sara felt herself, subconsciously canting her hips up in anticipation of the coming of her paramour's expert mouth.
She was always surprised that she could have additional wetness that had to be coating Alison's hands. She gave in to the need to cry out in pleasure, echoing off the garage walls, mingling the wet sounds of Alison's hands moving in an out of her. Alison must have sensed weakness, lips wrapping around her swollen clitoris, setting off fireworks within her. Between a night of teasing Alison, the fingering in the ride home, and the naughtiness of the situation, those fireworks were already awfully close to setting off a chain reaction within her. Short-fused dynamite would need only catch the smallest of sparks to set off a massive explosion.
Again, Alison must have sensed that she only needed the slightest push to get Sara past the line. She looked up from between Sara's legs, thumb pressing into Sara's clit, fingers working her g-spot like a musician playing a violin. "Cum for me now, baby!" Her hips once again leaned into the stimulation and let the fuse get lit. She felt her pussy contract rhythmically around Alison's fingers as the explosion was touched off. She shut her eyes and embraced the orgasm.
"Ohh... Yeah..." Sara yelled into the garage. She leaned back, hands gripping the sides of Samantha's trunk as pleasure blasted through her nervous system. She was surprised at the power of the orgasm, considering the short amount of time that they had been at it. Her vision, with eyelids shut tight, exploded like bright fireworks in the late-night hours. She felt the pressure that had been building suddenly dissolve into pure bliss. Alison's hands had shifted from her vagina to her hips. She writhed through the pleasurable detonation, thankful that those strong hands were keeping her from falling from her precarious perch.
The sensation was incredible, legs shaking and clinching around Alison's still clothed waist. The fiery desire that had set off the outburst slowly started to morph from taking care of her own pleasure to getting Alison to cum at least as hard as she was. The first of what she hoped would be at least a couple of plateaus of pleasure released its grip on her nerves. Sara sat up and locked lips with Alison, tasting her juices on her lover's tongue.
"That looked like a good one," Alison whispered as they broke the kiss. Sara's breathing and heart rate returned to normal as one last shiver of pleasure pulsed through her naked body.
"It was, but now I am going to need you to take off your pants." Sara slid off the trunk of Samantha's car and placed a hand in the middle of Alison's chest, lightly encouraging her to take a couple of steps back. As was common in their love life, they traded the more dominant role silently between the two of them; Sara was going to take the lead until she had driven Alison to at least as hard as an orgasm as she just shuddered through.
