"Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly..." the soft, raspy voice of Rod Stewart drifted sexily on the warm current of air as the fire crackled and popped in the upstairs living room. A rosy golden glow suffused the room, stopping short at the heavy drapes holding out the darkness. Shadows danced on walls and ceiling lending the room a certain life of its own, while two naked figures lay on the thick ruddy fur in front of the fire.
"Mmmmm ... god, Em, you sure know how to push a woman's buttons. Ahhhhh..." Mac's stretching was so feline that Em could almost hear a purr in her friend's soft voice.
"I aim to please, hun," she breathed into a dainty ear, blowing wisps of hair clear as she continued to tease the folds and channels with the tip of her wine-moistened tongue. Her hand resting on Mac's alabaster cone of a breast felt a shiver ripple through the blonde's body. The nipple stiffened to attention. Em smiled to herself as her fingertips felt the movement, then concentrated their endeavors on that point.
Mac's body squirmed with wanton delight at the touches assaulting her body and senses. Her skin took on the likeness of white molten liquid in the light of the fire. She luxuriated in its warmth. Disrupting the spell for a brief moment, Em reached for a small long-necked ceramic bottle nearby.
Feeling it to be warm enough, she held it some distance above her lover's glowing skin and began to slowly pour the contents in a trickle over the conical breasts, making a particular point to include the stiffened nipples. The viscous stream trailed down to the flat stomach, pooling in the depression of the belly button. Em placed the bottle back where the fire would keep it warmed then, resting on one elbow, gazed for a few seconds along the length of Mac's supine body.
She was the quintessential goddess from the pages of ancient Rome or Greece—smooth flowing lines, flawless, breathtakingly beautiful. Golden tresses spread around her head like a glowing aura. Soft, moist, rose-petal lips parted slightly, bespeaking untold pleasures. The neck sweeping from a classic jawline down onto the gently undulating chest with its twin conical peaks swelling high and smooth, with each topped by its lonely stiff sentinel, dropping away from these twin mounts to the smooth, flat plain of the stomach with its slight curves and lines.
Beyond this plain the glowing fire followed the gentle slope down below the belly to the solitary low hill—the mons, covered with soft golden-white curls, through which Em could get a glimpse of the secret cleft dropping out of sight behind the far side of the mons. The legs, like two exquisitely smooth rounded lines of hills, drifted away from the magic cleft. Em drank in this vision of splendor with held breath, such was her friend's beauty. Eyes fluttered open and Em found herself drowning in pools of deep rich blue. She bowed her head and kissed the parted rosy lips.
The chocolate syrup had run its course, from nipple-tipped breasts to the pool nestled on the plain between breasts and mons. Mac's skin glistened in the fire's glow and Em began to use her fingers to gently spread and massage the silky fluid over the smooth skin. As she tongued Mac's mouth, Em's fingers glided around and over slick breasts.
She teased the nipples, softly squeezing, twisting and pulling them, feeling the mewing sounds throbbing from Mac's throat and resonating in their tongues. Her hand wrapped itself one breast and felt the gorgeous bulk under her palm and fingers, like clutching an syrupy balloon. Em massaged it, increasing the pressure as her ardor grew; she sensed a fiery warmth welling between her own legs.
Em's hand pressed down over the stomach, massaging the chocolate in, then easing off and allowing just her fingertips to skim across the ultra-fine hair covering her lover's body. She withdrew her hand from its southern movement and caressed the curve of breast, neck, and shoulder, grasping golden tresses tight as she kissed deeper, stronger, forcing her tongue to explore every reach of Mac's mouth, sucking, nipping, pulling her wet lips.
With a final sweep of the lips with her tongue, Em moved her mouth to Mac's breast, taking a mouthful of spongy flesh and hard nipple—drew it in deep, teased the tip of the nipple with her tongue, rasping back and forth and around the nodule. Mac groaned and arched her back, grabbing a handful of Em's long, dark hair, then reaching between their bodies, groping for a full pendulous breast. Em groaned in response.
Letting go Mac's hair, Em trailed her hand down the side of the woman's face, tracing the jaw with her thumb, paid homage to the other breast standing unattended, then edged slowly southward over the slickened stomach and stopped, fingertips to silken curls.
Mac's hips squirmed with anticipation. A deep guttural groan rose from her lips as she forced her head back, offering her neck to Em's nibbles. The hand disappeared from the upper slope of Mac's mons, but returned seconds later. She felt the exquisite sensation of warm chocolate flowing onto her mons, soaking her tight curls there, seeping slowly into the folds of her pussy lips. She spread her legs wider so that the thick liquid penetrated her cunt and overflowed, down between her butt cheeks.
Em eased her fingers through the thickened pubic curls till her palm rested on the mound. She excruciatingly dipped her fingers into the damp slit, gently slipping her fingers between the labia. Taking her middle finger, Em rested it full-length along Mac's pussy, left it there for a few minutes while toying with the pussy lips on either side with her remaining fingers.
Mac squirmed under her hand, but Em kept a steady pressure on her friend's slick, silky cunt. Mac's breathing had increased a little; Em could hear her heart pounding between her breasts. Once again, Em pushed her tongue into Mac's mouth, drawing and coaxing the other's tongue into her own. She pushed her middle finger deeper between the labia; it submerged from sight like a submarine slipping below the glistening surface of the ocean.
