Flavia moved away from Sarah's ear. "No bra! What a good girl you are."
Sarah smiled as the older woman bent to take a nipple into her mouth. "I didn't want to waste any time."
Flavia looked up and smiled at her, but said nothing, taking more of the breast into her mouth, then exploring with her tongue and lips. Sarah's hands instinctively went behind her head. After a few minutes, Flavia raised her head, kissing Sarah passionately while her hands toyed with Sarah's breasts. A gentle push sent Sarah backwards, to lie on the soft bed. Flavia lay onto top of her, looking into her eyes, her hair a dark waterfall about them.
"I missed you," said Flavia.
"Not as much as I missed you."
Flavia kissed her again, but while she did, her hands reached between them, and Sarah felt her the catch of her jeans and the zip being undone. When the older woman sat up, she pulled the jeans down Sarah's toned legs, struggling with how tight they were. But she finally got them off, along with Sarah's socks, leaving them to tumble to the floor.
Looking down at Sarah's only remaining clothing, a pair of white knickers, Flavia said, "So you weren't that committed to not wasting time?"
"I'm not going out in public without anything down there. But since we're in private..." Sarah rolled her legs above her and whipped the knickers off, before lying back down and shuffling further back along the bed.
Flavia lay beside her, reached between her legs, and ran her fingers over Sarah's hairless groin. "I've missed this too." Her fingers traced the outline of Sarah's lower lips, while her tongue traced Sarah's other lips. "You're wet."
"All the more reason to wear knickers when I see you. Aren't you undressing?"
"All in good time."
Sarah gasped as she felt a finger slowly, oh so slowly, penetrate and enter her.
Flavia kissed her. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"Never better. If you like, you can..." She didn't finish because Flavia began to do what she'd been about to suggest, her fingers pumping slowly in and out. Sarah closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensations. She felt Flavia's other hand running through her hair, and the older woman's mouth returned to her breast, hot and wet, the tongue sliding over her nipple. Sarah thought things couldn't get any better, but she felt herself filled as what she judged to be another finger joined the first in its pumping. As they reached the ends of their thrusts, filling her, they curled upwards, thrilling her more. Sarah moaned at the feel of Flavia's thumb rubbing over her clitoral hood.
"That fee -- feels fantastic."
Flavia's pace increased, and Sarah heard squelching sounds. Her legs spread further, and in response Flavia left her fingers buried inside her. They rubbed Sarah's G-spot, while Flavia's thumb pushed back Sarah's hood and toyed directly with her clitoris. Sarah found her hips gyrating, unable to keep still with the onslaught of sensations.
"I'm gonna -- c -- cum."
Flavia bit gently on Sarah's nipple and pressed her thumb into Sarah's clitoris. The world faded away in a burst of white; Sarah heard her own voice screaming Flavia's name, but it seemed far away, distant thunder compared to the lightning consuming her body.
When her senses returned, she found Flavia lying nude beside her, holding her, her breasts pressing into Sarah's arm and chest.
Sarah kissed her. "That was amazing."
Flavia smiled and ran her fingers through Sarah's hair. "I've never known anyone to get as lost in her climaxes as you. But I'm glad to have you back."
Sarah kissed her again. "I want you to feel the same. And I want you to teach me more. May I...?" Her eyes shifted down Flavia's body, past her full breasts and toned abdomen, to the slick patch of hair between her legs.
Flavia chuckled. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." She rolled onto her back and bent her legs, leaving Sarah to miss the heat and softness of her body.
With a smile, Sarah moved to kneel at the bottom of the bed, staring at Flavia's glistening womanhood and inhaling her heady scent.
Flavia craned her neck to look at her. "You know, you don't have to rush everything. I'm flattered that you want to go straight there, but you could work your way down my body. Perhaps start with my breasts, caress or kiss them, then move to my belly button. Take your time."
"OK," said Sarah, as she started to move back up.
But Flavia raised her hand. "Since you're there already, why don't we skip that this time?"
Moving forward, Sarah pressed her lips to Flavia's labia, her tongue creeping out to sample her lover's delicate taste.
"That's it," said Flavia. "Take your time. I like to start with slow licks from top to bottom, if you remember."
Sarah did remember; she'd thought of little else since that weekend. Doing as she'd been bid, her tongue travelled up and down, enjoying every touch, every taste, every scent. Smiling, Sarah continued licking for some time; she'd happily do this all night. Perhaps Flavia would let her, judging by the growing moans.
But Flavia wanted more. After a while, she asked Sarah to concentrate on her clitoris, and Sarah did so, holding it between her lips and running her tongue over it. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing, but Flavia held her head against her groin, which seemed to show she enjoyed it. Even as she enjoyed the closeness, Sarah felt Flavia's pubic hairs tickling her nose; she was going to sneeze soon, but didn't want to stop. With a shuddering moan, Flavia climaxed, and Sarah kept her mouth in place while the older woman's hips threshed about, swallowing as many of the delicious fluids as she could.
When Flavia had finished, Sarah cuddled into her and sneezed. Her knees ached; how long had she knelt between Flavia's legs?
"That was amazing," said Flavia. "What did I do to deserve you in my bed?"
"I was thinking much the same about you." Was now a good time to tell Flavia the depths of her feelings? To find out if they were reciprocated? Sarah opened her mouth.
"Come on," said Flavia, sitting up. "Let's brush our teeth and get ready for bed."
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After another bout of lovemaking, the two women slipped into a deep slumber, Flavia spooning Sarah, both still nude. Sarah had missed sleeping with Flavia: the physical contact, the occasional waking to see the older woman sleeping there limned in moonlight, the smell of her.
When she woke it was morning, and opening her eyes she saw Flavia staring at her. "How long have you been awake?"
"Just a few minutes," said Flavia. "I think I could spend the whole day looking at your beautiful face."
Sarah kissed her. "I can think of more fun ways of spending the day."
Flavia kissed her back passionately, their tongues gliding over each other. Meanwhile, Flavia's hand reached down, caressing Sarah's breast, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. Flavia's mouth moved from Sarah's lips, kissing down her jaw, then along her neck, then up towards her ear. Flavia's other hand moved under the covers, touching Sarah's -- a mobile phone began ringing, and Flavia raised her head to look for it.
"Ignore it," said Sarah, her hand on Flavia's face turning it towards her. They stayed like that for a moment, until the phone stopped ringing.
Flavia dropped her head to Sarah's neck again, and Sarah felt those soft lips laying a fluttering trail of kisses to her -- that damned phone again!
"Maybe you'd better answer it," said Sarah, lying back in disappointment.
Flavia reached across Sarah to grab it, and lay across her stomach while she answered. It might not be the sex she thought she was going to have, but it wasn't a terrible position, with Flavia's round bottom just before Sarah's face, and her breasts hanging down against her side. While Flavia spoke, Sarah caressed her bottom, feeling the smoothness of the skin, and the softness of the succulent skin.
After hanging up, Flavia got out of bed and began to dress. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; there's a problem at work. Someone forgot to pay our main wine and spirits supplier, and if I don't sort it out, we'll soon run out of anything stronger than lemonade."
Sarah watched her change from magnificent nudity to professional businesswoman as she put on a tight skirt and blouse. Stretching and pouting, Sarah said, "Do you really have to go? I thought we were going to spend the day together."
Flavia kissed her long and deeply, her hand cupping her breast. "With you naked in my bed, the last thing I want is to leave. It should only be an hour or so. Please stay here and wait for me."
"Just try getting rid of me."
Flavia kissed her again. "Make yourself at home: have breakfast, watch television, stay in bed, whatever. But will you make me a promise?" She moved her lips to Sarah's ear, to whisper huskily. "Promise you won't get dressed until I get back. I really don't want to waste a second."
Sarah turned and kissed her. "I promise."
She watched Flavia leave the room, admiring her. Nobody could sort out the problem at the pub except her Flavia. When she heard the front door shut, she stretched, pleased with herself. Of course, she'd rather have had Flavia there, but she remembered cooking a meal for Flavia once and daydreaming about being a housewife living with her. Watching Flavia head to work and leave her in bed fed into that fantasy. She rolled onto Flavia's side of the bed, feeling the warmth that was still there, and the smell of the older woman on the pillow. If she had to be in bed alone, this was the way.
