Lauren's eyes flared open. The room was still filled with a murky darkness, and unfamiliar shapes stood out as deeper shadows on the velvety backdrop. A brief moment of panic assailed her before she remembered that she was in a hotel room and not her own. The luminous face of the alarm clock read 4:45 and provided the only real source of light in the room. Outside, it was the twilight time before dawn, and the weak light barely penetrated the curtains. Something had wakened her from an incredibly erotic dream. Her mind was still cloudy but she remembered it had been a sound, an animal sound. Something warm and soft brushed her clit and she moaned softly.
"Wha...?" she managed.
She realized her nipples were aching and straining against the thin t-shirt she had on. Her arms were pushed out perpendicular to her body, and her hands were clutching the sheet tightly, she could feel the tension in her back and arms. Another warm soft contact forced her to arch her back, driving her shoulder blades down into the soft mattress. Another quiet whimper was drawn from her lips.
She managed to raise her head and look down her body. She could see her nipples making little tents in the thin fabric of the t-shirt she had on. It had been pushed up and was bunched under her tits, leaving her tummy bare. A mop of red tresses that looked almost black in the semi-light, covered her hips and pubic area. She threw her head back as that warm, soft tongue caressed her most sensitive place again.
"Mmmmmm, haven't you had enough?' she said, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
There was no reply. Lauren's mind was beginning to function now. She realized the sound that had roused her from her sleep had been her own moan. Her erotic dream had probably been inspired by the slow, gentle action of her lover's tongue on her pussy. She must have been at it for a while, Lauren thought because her nipples were achingly hard and she was very damp. The day before she had literally worn herself, and her smaller friend, out. Her mind was forcefully pulled back to the present as Roxanne's tongue glided upwards between her lips and flattened out as it crossed her bud. The delicious shivers that ran through her let her know she was close to orgasm.
"Yesssssss," she hissed in spite of herself.
Roxanne's tongue glided back down her slit and forced its way into her slick channel. It lingered there, probing her opening gently and occasionally lapping up her copious juices. Her lover's nose was pressed between Lauren's swollen lips and bumped her inner folds with each movement of her tongue. Lauren arched her back again trying to press her pussy move firmly against Roxanne's face. This was to no avail as the little redhead had both of her arms under Lauren's thighs and her fingers locked together above her mound. She simply let her face "float" with the movements of Lauren's hips and all Lauren's wiggling produced was a stop to the stimulation. Lauren snorted in frustration and had to relax after a few moments of straining, she was still sore from the night before. As soon as her body was relaxed on the bed again, her lover's soft, warm tongue traced up and down her slick lips. Roxanne took her time, for she was in no hurry and wanted to build Lauren up to a fever pitch. Her tongue made languid trips up and down Lauren's slit, occasionally dipping between the lips to caress the soft inner folds.
To Lauren it quickly became sweet torture. Always the touches were feathery soft and infuriatingly slow. The occasional swipes over her engorged clit were never hard enough or long enough to do more than heighten the excitement. She could feel the frustration mixing with the pleasure until her body was taut with the unreleased tension.
Her hands massaged her tits and pinched her nipples. This added jagged bolts of pleasure to her system but did nothing to help her gain release. She groaned in frustration and again tried to bring her hips up and get firmer contact with her lover's tongue, but this again brought a stop to the stimulation.
"Bitch," she managed through her clenched teeth.
Roxanne finally allowed three fingertips from each hand to gently slip between Lauren's wet lips. With a touch that was at once gentle and firm she pried them apart, exposing Lauren's tingling clit to the warm air. She placed her pursed lips on top of Lauren's pussy and kissed gently.
"Good Morning," she said quietly, looking up for the first time. Her face was shadowy and vague in the half-light. Only her luminous eyes caught the faint light and sparkled.
"Don't stop," Lauren breathed, she was too wound up now for pleasantries. She tangled her hands in Roxanne's hair and pulled her face back to her soaked pussy. Her body felt like it was on fire, with every nerve ending tingling. She was sure that Roxanne must have been teasing her for a long time.
Roxanne needed no more encouragement. She flattened her tongue and began to swipe it quickly back and forth over Lauren's sensitized clit. This pushed Lauren towards a crashing climax. The redhead's tongue seemed to be totally empathetic to Lauren's body, varying pressure and tempo in response to the unspoken signals her body was sending. She built Lauren up to a peak and just as she was about to go over the edge Roxanne would back off or change tempo. The tension built in her until it was unbearable, she felt as if she were about to explode.
"Now, Please now" Lauren begged. Her breathing was ragged and the pleasure was so acute that the stimulation was almost painful in its intensity. The muscles in her legs and back were becoming tired from the straining and began to knot.
Roxanne attacked her clit in earnest then, using her tongue like a little buzz saw she swiped it side to side, just brushing Lauren's bud. Lauren's hips bucked against Roxanne's face as her orgasm began. She felt the warm rush of blood and the muscles clenching and relaxing spasmodically deep inside of her. With a suddenness that caused her to gasp the dam burst and her orgasm washed over her, threatening to drown her consciousness in its intensity.
Her mind struggled as the heady waves of pleasure flooded her senses. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for this. Each wave seemed stronger and more all encompassing than the one before. She gave up the struggle before she went mad and just rode the crashing waves, losing herself in the moment.
For a timeless period she was lost in the feelings giving no conscious thought to anything. Slowly she began to take notice of things around her, but her vision was like a love scene in the movies, out of focus around the edges. She rubbed her eyes to clear her vision and shook her head. Powerful aftershocks wracked her body at uneven intervals.
"Wow," was all she could think to say.
Roxanne was still between her shivering thighs, running her fingers through Lauren's soft pubes. Her touch was very light, comforting rather than stimulating, but in her heightened state even this was unbearable. There was more light, filtering into the room now, and Lauren could see her lover's face. She was watching Lauren intently with that questioning expression of hope and fear Lauren was beginning to get used to. Her lips and chin were glistening with the juices of Lauren's orgasm. Even with this ample evidence of how good it felt, Lauren could see she was worrying that she had not enjoyed it.
"That was some good morning," she said in a very contented voice. She was rewarded for this simple statement with a smile from her smaller friend.
"It was nice for me too," she said.
"Now come here," Lauren said sitting up and placing her hands under Roxanne's arms. When she lay back she pulled her lover up with her and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were soft and yielding and soon Lauren's tongue slipped between them. She could taste Roxanne's sweetness and a musky taste she realized was her own. A week ago the thought would have been unsettling to her, but now she greedily explored the smaller woman's mouth.
