Delicious Leftovers
Dani & Lorena #1
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!"