Private Tasting

Cleo took a in deep breath. A grin creeped across her face. Her unfocused eyes bounced around the ceiling, searching for something to rest on. The only detail on the blank white ceiling was the thin, spindly shadow from tree branches outside. The whole back wall was glass windows, and the setting sun cast the shadow up for Cleo to gaze at. Her head and one arm hung over the edge of the couch.

She let the breath out. Cleo felt full. Sated. It had been so long since she felt like that. She'd been lost in the drear and monotony of her menial job. It wasn't that she hated her work, sure she'd rather bartender somewhere better, but she could put up with it. The problem, she realized, was how it had been gradually consuming her. She'd forgotten how this felt. That hunger would be back before long, she knew, but that was all part of the fun. She was already excited for that desperate, passionate need to course through her veins again.

With an effort, Cleo pulled her head back up and glanced down. Madeline sprawled against the arm of the couch, her legs still spread, and her eyes closed. Cleo chuckled. She just looked at Madeline for a long moment. She was stunning. Still glowing from orgasm after orgasm. Her soft skin shone slightly from the sweat.

Cleo got up as carefully as she could and swept the hair out of her face. After another lingering glance at Madeline, she turned and followed the trail of torn off clothes back to the bar. Her half-finished drink had long since warmed up, but she took a sip anyway. She swirled it around in her mouth, letting the spicy, earthen liquor pull her head down out of the clouds.

"Are you leaving?" Madeline called out from behind. Cleo put the drink back on the bar and turned back to the couch. Madeline was sitting up, with her arms and legs crossed self-consciously in front of her.

"Only if you want me to," Cleo replied.

"No!" Madeline cried. Cleo smiled.

"So, you want me to stay?" Cleo asked, taking a step back toward Madeline. Her cheeks flushed as she nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, please," Madeline said. Cleo kept slowly closing the distance. They locked eyes the whole time. Cleo made her way around the outside of the couch, and Madeline craned her neck to follow Cleo's movement. She only stopped when Cleo came all the way behind her.

"How do I know you mean it?" she asked. Madeline felt Cleo standing behind her. Her hairs stood on end with exhilaration.

"Um," she began. Madeline's mind filled with ideas. There were so, so many things she would do to keep Cleo right there with her. Anything, even. But she hesitated. She didn't want to say something she couldn't live up to.

Cleo put her hands on Madeline's shoulders. She melted into Cleo's fingers. Cleo rubbed gently as she leaned down and put her head on Madeline's shoulder. Madeline turned to look at her. Their noses were barely an inch apart. Cleo's wide dark eyes welcomed Madeline in. Her fears fell away.

"I have an idea," Cleo whispered. Madeline could feel how close their lips were. She could feel every syllable. She wanted to kiss her so badly.

"Oh...?" Madeline stumbled. "What is it?" She burned with desire. Cleo could've said anything, and Madeline would've promised to do it without a second thought. Cleo read it all on Madeline's face. She broke into a grin, and let the moment hang before she finished the thought. Madeline was so pretty when she played with her. Her lips parted and she made a little expression between terror and desperation.

"I think I want to taste myself on your breath," Cleo said. There were a thousand things in Cleo's mind. She could've said any of them, just to see how Madeline would react. Eventually they'd do anything and everything together, but she'd ease into it.

"Okay," Madeline's voice shook. Cleo reached up and stroked her cheek.

"Oh, honey, are you nervous?" she asked. Madeline nodded, very, very slowly. Her face burned with embarrassment. Cleo smiled gently. She moved her body around the arm of the couch and stood right in front of Madeline. Madeline's eyes dropped from Cleo's face and were mesmerized by her.

Cleo stepped forward and sat down right on Madeline's lap. Her skin was so warm. She pushed lightly on Madeline's chest, and she leaned back obediently. Cleo leaned up against her and brushed the long strands of hair out of Madeline's eyes.

"Don't be scared. I'll be right there with you," Cleo said, straddling Madeline and rocking her hips back and forth. Madeline moaned.

"Okay," Madeline murmured. "I'll try."

"That's the spirit," Cleo replied, with a wink. "There's a first time for everything." To Madeline's dismay, Cleo got up. Cleo's stroked her hand along the bottom of Madeline's chin. Then she let go and walked to the other side of the couch.

Cleo sat down and spread her legs, one on the floor and the other bent over the back of the sofa. She beckoned Madeline over.

Madeline swallowed, and again hesitated for a moment. But the inviting look in Cleo's eye and the irresistible allure of her body finally broke through. Madeline crawled forward across the couch. Cleo watched her with devilish curl to her lips. Everything she wanted was coming to eat her out on all fours.

Madeline stopped with her head between Cleo's stretched legs. Her eyes bounced back and forth between her meal and Cleo's eyes. Cleo nodded encouragingly and Madeline lay down and moved her face even closer. Her eyes lingered more and more on Cleo's pussy. It was so tantalizingly close.

"Get me wanting it. Needing it. Work the inner thigh first, you remember what I did?" Cleo said. Madeline remembered. She'd never forget. She reached one hand to massage Cleo's thigh while she moved to kiss the other one.

Cleo moaned. It was a little performative, but she knew Madeline needed the reassurance. And she was making a good start. Madeline's mouth worked its way up Cleo's leg. As she got closer to what they were both waiting for, Cleo kept talking her through it.

"Take it slow. Build the suspense," Cleo said.

"Like this?" Madeline replied, between sloppy kisses as close to Cleo's labia as she could get without touching it. Cleo gave her an approving groan.

"You get yourself off sometimes, don't you?" Cleo asked. Madeline froze for a second in surprise. Cleo felt Madeline's cheeks get hot as they were pressed against her thigh.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess. Everyone does, right?" Madeline stuttered. Cleo chuckled.

"Of course everyone does, love," Cleo replied. "All you've gotta do is fuck me just like you'd fuck yourself." Madeline's mouth finally reached Cleo's pussy. They were both dripping wet.

"Okay," Madeline said, still sounding a little unsure.

"You know what a pussy likes, don't you, baby?" Cleo said. "You can make yourself cum like your husband can't?"

"You can make me cum like he can't," Madeline replied, licking up Cleo's soaking labia. Cleo closed her eyes and moaned again. Madeline's tongue moved on its own along her pussy, Cleo tasted so fucking good and she needed more.

"Aww thanks," Cleo cried, her voice spiking as Madeline's tongue pressed around her clit. Knowing that fact alone gave her as hard a jolt of pleasure as Madeline's mouth. Cleo was already imaging herself masturbating to that knowledge some day in the future. As Madeline's mouth moved down, Cleo remembered she was supposed to be teaching. "It's up to you have fast you want to take it."

"Well, I'm couple ahead, so we need to catch you up, baby," Madeline said. Between Cleo's words, and her sounds, she was starting to get confident in herself now. She brought her hand over to spread Cleo's folds and focused her tongue on her clit.

"Oh, well in that case—oh. Oohhh. Mhmm," Cleo started. "You'll want to work the clit from—mmm, you'll, uh, you'll want to—oh fuck." Cleo tried to force herself through the sentence, but it got harder and harder with each word. Madeline's eagerness and passion was making up for her inexperience. Pleasure washed over Cleo, but she knew Madeline could do even better. She could make Madeline a star. Madeline's tongue would be Cleo's masterpiece. "You'll—fuck. Oh, fuck me. You—you'll, oh my god! Fingers Maddy, curl them up like this."

Madeline obeyed instantly. Two of her fingers slid up into Cleo. Cleo cried out as Madeline's fingers clumsily searched for the right spot. When they did, Cleo screamed. Pressured between Madeline's tongue and her fingertips there was nothing else she could do.

Cleo came. Her body slipped into it so easily. Her cunt craved the orgasm on a level Cleo wasn't even aware of. A level pleasure Cleo had forgotten was possible radiated out from the fingers buried in her pussy. Cleo bucked her hips up as she cried. Madeline squealed happily and held Cleo down, continuing to fuck her. Her free hand massaged Cleo's shaking thighs.

"Hold still honey," Madeline laughed. She wanted to make Cleo's orgasm last as long as possible. Cleo's mind drained completely empty.

"Maddy oh my fucking god," Cleo babbled. As her moans and pants gradually slowed, Madeline matched Cleo's pace with her fingers. She finally pulled her face away and crawled up Cleo's body.

Cleo tried to catch her breath. Her small chest heaved. It'd been so long since she'd last had sex. She was too worn out after her long shifts to even think about women. Every couple of weeks, she'd get drunk and half-heartedly fuck herself, but those never felt this. Something locked deep inside her clicked open again as she remembered the kinds of pleasure that were out there.

"You look so cute when you cum," Madeline said, smiling at her. Her words shuddered for a second as she saw Cleo's face. A ravenous glee glazed over Cleo's eyes. Before she could say another word, Cleo reached forward and pulled her in.

Cleo's mouth was all over her the second she was close enough. Her lips, her tongue, her teeth were all desperate to get a taste of Madeline. Cleo's tongue ran all over Madeline's lips and chin, licking up the remains of her orgasm that coated Madeline's face. Madeline uttered a little squeal of surprise, and she tried to keep up. Cleo's hands stroked Madeline's back and caressed her neck.

Madeline crawled closer, and her right leg paused on the slippery swath of couch below Cleo's drenched pussy. As soon as she was close enough, Cleo started desperately rubbing herself on Madeline's thigh. Madeline chuckled as Cleo continued to plant wet kisses on every part of her body in reach.

"What's gotten into you?" Madeline laughed, using her free hand to squeeze Cleo's breasts.

Cleo grabbed Madeline's other hand pulled it up between their briefly separated mouths. Her fingers still glistened from Cleo's cunt. Madeline took them both all the way into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted her lover again. She slowly pulled them out, after carefully licking up every drop, to make room for Cleo.

The instant there was space, Cleo dove forward to make out with Madeline again. Their tongues rubbed against each other, Cleo desperately trying to taste her cum on Madeline's mouth. Their flavors mixed together as they kissed.

Cleo's hands rushed up and down Madeline's skin. She needed to touch her lover's soft, hot skin as much as she could. She couldn't get enough of it.

"When does your husband get home?" Cleo panted. Madeline froze at the word. Every muscle in her body tightened. Cleo giggled and touched her even more fervently.

"How can you talk about him right now?" Madeline asked. She remembered him. She remembered who she really was. How she had a real life. A life beyond this perfect moment of bliss. Madeline expected, Madeline wanted, to feel regret and embarrassment and horrible, bone deep guilt. But she didn't feel those things. She felt Cleo's lips drinking her in. She felt Cleo's hands playing with her hair and digging into her back.

"Because its fucking hot," Cleo said, gazing into Madeline's deer in the headlights expression and licking her lips. "Aww, what's the matter, Maddy? You don't want to think about him while I fuck you?" Cleo giggled more.

Madeline's rational mind wanted her to be revolted. But how could she be? She had never felt this good in her life. She'd never felt this aroused in her life. That instinctive protest within her drowned in the feeling of Cleo's hands on her body. In the memory of Cleo's tongue caressing her. Of Cleo's fingers buried inside her. Cleo was right. It was fucking hot. It was the hottest thing Madeline had ever done. Fuck her real life. This is what mattered. This was what she wanted.

"Don't my hands feel better than his?" Cleo asked. Her hands flirted lightly across Madeline's side and up her chest. They cupped her breasts and then squeezed around the sensitive flesh.

"Yes," Madeline moaned. The dazed look on her face finally melting into one of ecstasy. Cleo grinned. She planted a kiss of Madeline's still parted lips.

"Don't my lips taste better than his?"

"Yes! So much better than his," Madeline cried. Cleo drank in the praise. It fueled her, like even more dry brush being consumed by raging forest fire. She thrust her hips against Madeline's thigh.

"Don't I make you cum better than he does?"

"Yes! Baby, yes!" Madeline screamed. "Everything about you is better than him. He's never made me crazy like you do!" Cleo's body blazed. She poured wet, feverish kisses on Madeline. Cleo's saliva was all over her face. Her hands pressed desperately up and down Madeline's skin. She thrust her needy clit again and again on Madeline's thigh.

Madeline was just as frenzied. Her lips attacked Cleo right back. Their faces were as wet as their legs. Her fingers dug into Cleo's hair and massaged her scalp. She ground her thigh into Cleo's pussy, making her lover's head fall back and exposing her neck to Madeline's mouth.

"God, you really know how turn a girl on, don't you, Maddy?" Cleo panted, her head still hanging over the arm of the couch.

"I'm just following your lead," Madeline replied, every word punctuated by a long kiss as she worked her way down past Cleo's collarbone and toward her breasts. Cleo chuckled. She wondered if Madeline was just being humble, or if she'd realized how Cleo reacted to compliments.

As Madeline's mouth closed around Cleo's nipple, she raised her head and watched. She enjoyed Madeline's tongue exploring her for a moment, before she reached down and gently lifted Madeline's chin until they made eye contact.

"I'm going to make you cum again," Cleo said, barely keeping a leash on her hunger. Madeline whimpered. Cleo applied soft pressure to coax Madeline up until they were level again. "And when I do, you're going to tell me all about how your husband compares. Sound like a deal?"

Madeline swallowed. She imagined the moment. The fantasy alone was enough to melt her legs. Cleo's voice, the way she spoke, Madeline couldn't control herself. She tried to think of the perfect word to call Cleo in that moment. Something that captured all her desperation and arousal and obedience. But in the end, all she managed was,

"Yes, Cleo. Anything." Cleo smiled at her so wide. She leaned in and kissed Madeline on the lips.

"You're perfect," she said. Before Madeline could respond, Cleo acted. Nimbly, she swung Madeline to the side and rolled over. Within a moment, Cleo was on top, straddling Madeline's torso and rubbing herself on Madeline's lap. Madeline leaned into the motion and settled eagerly into her new spot on the couch, which was still sticky with Cleo's sweat.

Cleo planted her hands on either side of Madeline's head and leaned over her. She gazed down at Madeline with a heat in her eyes that was spreading all over her face. Cleo rolled her body along Madeline, as Madeline grabbed Cleo's thighs and just looked up at her, seething with anticipation.

Cleo swept in and pressed her lips against Madeline's ear. It was Madeline's turn to stroke Cleo's sides as Cleo nibbled on her lobe. As Madeline's hands worked her body, Cleo moved to the right. She let her tongue out to take a long lick of Madeline's cheek. As Madeline's mouth opened to groan, she was on the move again. Cleo's restless mouth left a trail down Madeline's face and neck. She took the same route Madeline had minutes before until she was finally in position to make out with Madeline's tits.

Here, Cleo was more than happy to pause. She devoted her full attention to Madeline's breasts. She brought her hands down to squeeze them as she sucked. Madeline was so sensitive at this point, that this alone was enough to make her cry out. This only egged Cleo on. She pinched one nipple as her tongue circled the other.

"God, I fucking love your tits," Cleo mumbled. Madeline half moaned half giggled happily.

"How are you so good at that?" Madeline replied. "You're gonna make me cum already." Cleo couldn't drag herself away just yet, so continued pressing her tongue in tight arcs for a moment before she responded. She finally managed to pull barely an inch away and looked up at Madeline with only her eyes.

"Practice makes perfect, love," she said, with a wink. "And don't worry, you won't cum until and I want you to." Madeline decided Cleo could make her cum with only her words at this point. She moaned, and she kept moaning as Cleo dove back in.

"Yes. Yes!" The words slipped out of Madeline's mouth unconsciously as pleasure radiated from every point of contact with her lover's body.

"Does your husband even suck your tits?" Cleo asked, derisively.

"No," Madeline exclaimed. "No, almost never." Cleo clicked her tongue with disappointment.

"He doesn't even know what he's missing out on," Cleo mocked.

"It doesn't matter," Madeline sighed. "He couldn't do it like you."

"No?" Cleo asked, innocently. She replaced her mouth with her hand, and began kissing down Madeline's tummy.

"No!" Madeline's voice shot up as both Cleo's hands tightened around her hardened nipples. Her cry of pain was stained with pleasure and thrill. "He barely knows what to do with his tongue, either."

Cleo passed Madeline's belly button and couldn't stop herself. She sped down the rest of the way, the need to taste Madeline again overwhelming everything else.

"He does try, though?"

"He tries," Madeline laughed softly. Cleo chuckled as she shoved her face into the soft, tender flesh above Madeline's pussy. She took a deep breath of the scent trapped in the short, dark hairs.

"So, he eats you out," Cleo started. "But it doesn't feel anything like this?" She licked her tongue all the way up Madeline's labia and then went straight onto her clit. Her tongue flicked up into the folds and stroked it perfectly.

A current shot through Madeline's body light a bolt of lightning. Her back arched up and she screamed louder than she had all that day. All of Cleo's teasing and talking and pressing and rubbing had primed her for this moment, and Cleo's tongue delivered like never before. Madeline couldn't respond, she couldn't even process the words as the most sensitive cluster of nerves in her entire body lit up like a firework and shut down every other function.

Cleo kept the pressure on for a moment, but eventually she was done playing with Madeline and eased up. Madeline had been pushed right up to the precipice, but Cleo held her firmly and wouldn't let her fall. Madeline's cries of pleasure slowly evened back out, and she tried to catch her breath and understand what Cleo had said.

"No, nothing like this," Madeline said. Her words came out breathless and contented. Cleo giggled and gazed up at Madeline as she continued. Madeline's eyes were gently closed, and her lips hung open, quietly mouthing her little moans. She looked so perfect like this. Madeline's hand climbed up her leg and onto Cleo's head, her fingers slipping deep into Cleo's hair and scratching her scalp.