Maggie was sleeping when I opened my eyes. I had a moment of panic; a memory of the years when waking up might mean getting slapped around. My heart pounded and I forced myself to take a long slow breath. The muscle on the inside of my right thigh trembled a little and I remembered how softly Maggie's touch had been there.
I must have closed my eyes as a chill walked up my spine because Maggie was suddenly looking back at me. The thin laugh lines around her eyes crinkled as she smiled.
"This is the second time today I get to tell you, 'Good morning, Sunshine."
I tried to look away as my breasts tightened but something in her eyes kept pulling my gaze back. Long ago I had learned how to twist my head so that my hair covered my eyes, though. It was a perfect way to hide and watch. Maggie reached out and very softly ran her fingers through my bangs, pushing my hair back.
"Let me see your beautiful eyes," she said.
Her fingers slid through my dark hair and over my shoulder. Her touch was soft and cool, but I could feel flames shooting just under my skin as her fingers stroked my upper arm. My nipples hardened and I felt a heat growing between my thighs. God, this woman had some kind of magic spell on me or something!
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going to force my lust on you." Maggie's shoulder-length brown hair fell away from her throat as she pushed her body up and rested on one elbow. "Though there's plenty of lust here for you if you're interested."
Her fingers slid down my arm to grasp at mine weakly before falling away between us. I wanted to say something. I knew she was waiting for it. My God, my body was craving her. But old habits die hard, and this was moving pretty quick. I just laid there and watched her.
She turned away from me slightly and pushed the sheets back enough that her breasts were exposed to my gaze. They sagged slightly and the skin pulled against the top of her chest, but they were so beautiful. Pale white with coral pink nipples the size of silver dollars, they were the kind of breasts a half-breed Indian girl like me always wanted. She smiled again as she saw me looking at them and cupped them with her hands.
"It took me a while after my first time, too," she said as her fingers pinched and teased her nipples. Bright pink flesh rolled slowly between bright flashes of crimson on her nails. "Take your time, girl. There's never any need to rush with me."
I watched as she licked her thumb and forefinger and then rubbed the wetness onto her puckered nipple. My own hands were hiding under the sheets but mirroring her movements. The heat in my pussy was almost unbearable and I squeezed my legs together so tightly that I felt a bit of wetness push out from between my pussy lips. I licked my lips.