Brooke lay back on the bed and her hands drifted across smooth, warm skin. She grazed one of her thick, dark nipples and it stiffened. Goose bumps rose on lush breasts and damp labia began to swell. She wished Allison was stroking her body, making her wet, making Brooke cum.
The half t-shirt and silk shorts were so tight she might as well have been nude. She reached under the small top and took both of her sweet buds between thumbs and forefingers. Her hands twisted and pulled at nipple rings and areolas in the way Ali did. Her tips sent rapid-fire pulses of pleasure-pain racing through her body. Delicious sensations dashed headlong into Brooke's throbbing clitoris.
"Mmmm, oooh," she whimpered. She quickly wet her fingers and resumed the nipple play. Desire burned between full thighs. She imagined showering Allison's vulva with kisses and licks and nibbles. Honey flowed from her and seeped between the cheeks of a round and heaving bottom.
She exposed large, soft globes and lifted one to her lips. As she suckled herself the erotic jewelry electrified her flesh. One hand slid down the curved tummy into the steamy recess of her slick vagina. She pinched its hood. Tingles from her hard nipples paled in comparison to that jolt of sparkling sensation. Thoughts of Allison's face at her breasts, a hand between Brooke's legs, made her shiver. More droplets slithered along her slit.
Lip-covered teeth bit down on one nipple and pulled at its ring. Her left hand played with the other ring and pinched hard. Sexual energy coursed through her fluttering tummy and raced lower into her pussy. Brooke yanked the shorts aside and they tore. Allison tore Brooke's short off once, and the memory made her smile. Two fingers trust into the girl's needy opening. She thumbed the fleshy hood and circled her clit in a flurry of stimulation. Her smile faded into a determined grimace.
"Mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmmph!" She gasped around the aroused breast in rhythm to the pounding pulse of a building sexual frenzy. The girl slurped with noisy abandon. Cruel fingers tweaked her throbbing nipple to just shy of the pain threshold. Brooke's hand thrashed her turgid folds as she dreamed of Ali's tongue.
She came in an explosive orgasm. There was no languid build, no teasing peaks and valleys. Her body simply convulsed in a huge and heady rush of sexual fulfillment. The nipples burned and the wildfire spread, igniting her skin. Brooke's body enjoyed the deep, full orgasm as her mind's eye saw Allison's beautiful face between shaking thighs. She curled her fingertips into her g, felt the second wave build, and cried out in joyful release. The wet nipple slipped from her mouth.
"Oooh . . . oooh . . . oooh! Fu . . . uh . . . uck!" Brooke's voice quavered in crescendo. Large breasts shuddered. Hips thrust over and over again. Thick spurts slipped from between her fleshy lips. The rush of fluid intensified her sensations. She tumbled into a second, trembling climax.
With her immediate needs met she relaxed and caught her breath. Brooke's legs closed on her hand and she rolled onto one side. Tiny aftershocks rippled for several seconds as she reveled in the afterglow. Even temporarily satisfied, though, she longed for Allison.
* * * * * * *
Brooks drifted for a few minutes then rose and went for the shower. She reached for the faucet handle and noticed how wet her hand looked. The girl licked her fingers and imagined the taste was Allison's.
After a quick rinse she toweled the thick black-brown hair and put on a light summer dress. She decided to let her ample breast swing. It might get the looks she adored. Besides, the sway of ample tits against thin fabric would generate a welcome friction. Brooke debated over the choice of panties—high-cut, crotchless, thong—then decided the simplest solution was to skip them altogether.
That'll be sexier, too,
she thought.
She looked in the mirror. The reflection peering back oozed sensuality and telegraphed just the right mix of confidence and vulnerability.
"I hope Allison's home," she murmured to herself. "God, I need a good tribing.
And
to munch some wet kitty!"
She blew her reflection a kiss and turned for the door.
Allison's house was less than two blocks away, and the late morning was mild and sunny. A soft breeze rustled bushes and trees lining the quiet street. Brooke enjoyed the stroll. An occasional breath of air whispered up the skirt and caressed her bare labia. The fabric stroked at still-tender nipples. Even the cloth stretched across her rolling bottom produced sweet chills. The empty street was slightly disappointing.
That disappointment was short-lived. As the young woman rounded the corner, she caught sight of Beth walking through the front door with armloads of groceries. Allison's mother was in her mid-forties and kept herself in wonderful shape. She had attracted Brooke's attention often. Her square face held relaxed blue eyes, and her wide mouth was just made for kissing. Brooke wondered how it would feel to run her tongue across Beth's even, white teeth.
She had often wondered about a mature woman's body in general, and about Beth's in particular. The woman's breasts held their lovely shape with little sag. Brooke imagined their rubbery nipples would taste so sweet. She had dreamed of nibbling her way down Beth's tummy until she could suck the woman's wet cleft and devour her erect clitty. Of course, she'd have to hold tightly to that pert ass to keep Beth's puss against her face. Brooke longed to give her friend's mom orgasm after orgasm.
She knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Hello?"
"Brooke?"
"Yeah."
"Come in! I'm in the kitchen."
Brooke made her way to the kitchen. Grocery sacks covered the counters. Her friend's mother wore a pale blue cotton dress. It shaped itself perfectly to her shoulders and torso. Then it flared from her hips and ended just above the knees.
"Hi, dear," Beth called cheerfully. "Allison isn't here."
"Oh," Brooke mumbled, disappointed. A hollow twinge needled the center of her sex. "Will she be home soon?"
"I don't know." Beth turned to put a jug of milk in the fridge. "And she left her phone."
Brooke wondered about the slight unease in the back of her mind, but the view of legs and ass distracted her. Brooke's libido re-exerted itself. Her mouth began to water and her pussy dampened as she watched Beth move.
"Give me a hand?"
"Oh, sure." Brooke's dark eyes tore themselves from the tanned thighs. Her mind tried to forget the illicit thoughts of Beth's bare breasts, and the young woman looked into the nearest paper bag.
"I'm sure you know where everything goes . . . ."
"Oh, yeah. I mean, I've stolen enough of your food over the years, you know?"
"You didn't
steal
it," Beth laughed. "It's no problem. Besides, you need to keep up your strength. Right?"
The way Allison's mother gazed directly into Brooke's dark eyes made the girl wary. "I guess," she answered. The answer sounded lame to her.
Beth touched the girl's cheek briefly and smiled before turning back to the groceries. She asked, "Are you hungry?"
God, yes—for your pussy!
she thought.
Instead, she answered, "No. I'm okay."
"Okay. Tell you what. Let's finish putting stuff away, and then we can have some tea—or something—until Allison gets home. How's that sound?"
"Sound great." Brooke wondered if the "something" might be, well,
something
. She had occasionally teased Beth on the rare occasions when they were alone together. Once she even did it in front of Allison just for fun. But despite the opportunities, Beth always seemed unmoved. That apparent disinterest made the girl bold.
She searched through the bags for items that either had to go up high in the cupboards, or low in the drawers. As luck would have it, the first bag had both.
Jack pot!
She smiled to herself.
"Do you have something to climb on? I need to reach the shelves."
"Yes, dear, in the pantry."
Brooke retrieved a small stepladder. She selected one item at a time and stretched to place each one on the shelves. She could feel the hem slip up and down her thigh. On one particularly difficult reach the fabric stretched high enough that Brooke knew the crease beneath her ass showed. She thought she heard a soft gasp behind her.
Next were the low items. Again, Brooke made sure to put away only one item at a time. She bent from the waist, keeping her knees straight. The bottom of her dress teased close to her smooth, ample bottom. She loved teasing. Indulging her exhibitionist side always gave her a thrill. She only hoped Beth would want more than a glimpse.
Brooke jumped when Beth's husky voice sounded in her ear. "You know, when Allison's phone rang earlier I couldn't get to it in time."
"Oh?"
