Delicious Leftovers -- Complete
A Dani & Lorena Story
(For the convenience of readers, Chapters 01 -- 06 have been combined in one work, which is how I should have submitted it originally. This is not new content.)
by Miss Pamela Lightener
"Well, this is a nice surprise," thought Lorena, as she took in the sight of a very beautiful naked girl sound asleep in one of her spare bedrooms.
Tousled blonde hair, golden, flawless skin, and a petite figure with a perfect round ass. You could just eat her up. She lay on her stomach, arms embracing the pillow, and her right leg bent rather a lot so Lorena could confirm she was indeed a natural blonde. She could see the girl breathing easily, so she wasn't a medical casualty from last night's party. She was a leftover, and who doesn't enjoy leftovers?
It wasn't a terribly wild party, and her guests were mostly known to her. A few had brought friends, and that was perfectly all right, as long as everyone respected her and her home, which they did. Lorena was certainly a person who easily commanded respect. Five-foot-eight, olive complexion, black hair, 130 pounds, and in her early 30s a veteran of a variety of fitness and self-defense regimens, she carried herself confidently. But somehow she was also able to project alluring femininity together with a vibe that said,
"Cross me at your own peril."
"Finders keepers," Lorena thought to herself, and wondered how to proceed. Smiling, she left and returned with a feather. Careful not to wake her guest, she ran the feather ever so lightly up the girl's right thigh, over that closely-trimmed blonde tuft, and between her ass cheeks. Then along her sides up to her armpits, and down her back. She teased the girl's bottom again and blew softly on her pussy. Inhaling near that sweet treasure revealed a delicate, feminine, natural fragrance.
"Mmmh," came a faint sound, and Lorena thought she might have induced a rather nice dream. "Oh, wouldn't that be just perfect," thought the stunning mistress of the house, as she pushed her advantage. The feather traveled down the girl's side as Lorena's other hand gently brushed a fingertip up from her bent leg, slowly to her sweet ass. Moving the feather to her back, Lorena's finger pushed between those round cheeks a little, causing a tiny gasp to escape the petite blonde's lips. "Oohh," said the girl, still dreaming.
Her right hand leaving the pillow, the girl felt the front of her body, her hand and arm caressing her breasts, then moving past her stomach to the source of the craving. "She's going to do it," whispered Lorena, as the girl's fingertips found what was now obviously becoming hot and wet. She went right to her pearl and stroked it while also delving into the sweet depths of her sex. Rubbing up and down, still face down, still dreaming, she became more vocal.
"Now, please, please oh, oh, yes, please, oh, ohhhh," no longer murmuring, but quite clear and urgent. "Oh fuck me, please, oh yes make me come. Oh oh, YES!"
The heat and passion between Lorena's legs was increasing rapidly, and she dared to use her hands more intensely on the squirming girl. Two sets of fingertips ran up her thighs, teasing her butt crack, and up her sides. All of this blended into the girl's imagination as she vocally demanded more pleasure from her dream lover. Lorena sensed the girl was fast approaching climax, and seconds before, spread one ass cheek apart so she could stroke and tease her little anus. This set the girl off, and she buried her face in the pillow, ravaging her pussy, and finishing with a low and deep moan. After a moment the girl seemed to emit a mild whimper as her body and mind recovered. She was spent completely.
Lorena slipped out of the room soundlessly, and the girl was unaware that she had an audience when she came so powerfully and so beautifully.
*
In the kitchen Lorena brewed some coffee, hardly able to keep her hands off her own overheated body. Wearing just a silk robe, she could have easily have gotten herself off in seconds. But she also desired the tension and anticipation of the moment. So she sipped and waited. She didn't have to wait long.
"Hi, hello? I'm just going to get my things together and go. Sorry it's so late. Hello?"
"In the kitchen. Want some coffee?"
"Oh thanks, please, yes! I hope you don't mind I borrowed this. I don't know where my clothes are at the moment. I'm Dani, short for Danielle. I came with friends last night but I guess they let me sleep. I think they played a little joke on me. On us really." The girl came into the kitchen in a bathrobe far too big for her, looking like a kid playing dress-up, heartbreakingly adorable. Lorena almost came right then but held back.
"No, not at all. It looks a little big for you though. Did you sleep well?"
Blushing, Dana stuttered, "Uh, well, yeah, yeah fine. You?"
"Very soundly, but I got up a bit before you. I went down the hall when I heard your voice. I wanted to see who it was and if they were OK. You seemed to be doing quite well, if not very quiet." Lorena's look told the story.
"Oh. You saw me then?"
"More than saw you, Dani. I heard you, saw you, and then admit I helped just a little too. But you didn't seem to need any help." Dani stood there, mouth open, blushing bright red. "No need to be shy, everybody does it. But not everybody has someone appreciate and enjoy it like I did. You're a real firecracker, kid. But you know that robe isn't yours, right?"
"Oh yeah, I'll find my clothes and leave right now, I'm really sorry, I don't do this kind of thing. Give me a minute and I'll..."
"No, now. I want my robe back this instant. Give it to me."