Steve And Lisa Ch 03

"Knock, Knock, Sara are you home?"

"Oh hello Lisa, you startled me."

Lisa had this innate ability to approach like a feline, unnoticed, and find me in one of my moments of deep concentration. She could enter my solitary scene and steal the show.

"Sorry," she said, as she walked into my view, freckles and all, tan, fit, filling the air with a familiar bouquet of vanilla, enhanced with jasmine, released by the warmth of sun, blocked by her blond locks, pulled up just enough to reveal the curve of her neck and her left ear, pierced with a crescent of sterling studs.

Her silk, floral sleeveless top gave up trying conceal her breasts and nipples, as I caught myself thinking again about the way she bruised my lips last night, on her knees, lowering her kitty and clit onto my open mouth, her trim, blond Brazilian tickling and rubbing my nose.

"After last night in the Gazebo, and the way you devoured me on the floor, I thought maybe you'd had your fill of me for a while," I said.

Lisa just smiled, her lips full under a fresh gloss.

"Steve was horny as a dog with a bitch in heat this morning," she said, with a sly grin.

"What is it about guys?"

"There so clueless."

"I rarely shower at night, and when me and Steve went to bed I was so wet from your kisses, and cumming all over you, I though for sure he would notice."

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"He and Ron may have had one too many," I said.

"That was definitely the case with Steve, because he dropped into his annoying snore the moment his head hit the pillow. I had to sleep in the guest bed."

"Then, around 4:00 am, I got back into our bed. Steve woke me up about an hour later, horny as hell. He fucked me like he was still drunk."

"Mmm, I love drunk sex," I said.

"Same here. But I just laid there, thinking how strange it was, on my back, feeling Steve slide inside without a single whisper or even a kiss, and with one shove he goes down inside me deep, oblivious to the fact that I'm still wet as rain."

"Me too," I said.

Lisa looked at me, her expression conveyed a moment of confusion.

"You are such a bitch," she said with a throaty laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

"It's your turn now," she said, as she reached for my shoulders and held me at arms length.

I reached up, pulled the tie from her hair, and grabbed onto the cascading blond mop.

"Cat fight," I said with a scream, which brought Lisa to her knees with laughter.

I pulled her head back and then guided her face to my stomach, shoving the diamond stud for my belly button against her nose.

I felt her mouth open and her tongue flick over my bare skin.

"Mmm." she said, purring like a kitten.

Lisa pushed herself up onto her feet like a surfer, her hands out for balance, then taking me into her arms. We kissed.

Each kiss was incredibly soft, even by my standards; her tongue reached deep into my mouth.

Lisa combed through my hair with her fingers and bit my neck.

I licked and bit Lisa's ear and whispered, "Come up to my bedroom, I have something I really want us to share."

Lisa followed me up the stairs, sat on the edge of the bed, watched as pulled open a large dresser drawer, and she gasped.

"Ohh my God."

She laughed at the dildo and harness I held out like a shrine in my hands.

"You got that for me?" she asked, with an accusing smile.

"Well sort of; actually I bought it for me," I said, with a look of embarrassment, which brought us both to a hysterics and almost to tears.

"When hubby is away..." I said, with a mischievous grin.

"And Steve won't be home till 6," Lisa said, as we bounced on the bed, and slapped off our "high-five."

We kicked off our shoes, like summer camp girls, and shared the moment, as we stripped down to our bikini panties and bras.

Lisa ignored my home field advantage, and pushed me down on the bed, with hands pinned over my head. She kissed my neck as she wedged her hips and thighs between my legs.

"Fuck, you make me so hot," she said, as she worked me with a rhythmic grind.

I pushed back to the pound of her Mons, while she released her grip on my wrists and reached down under the canopy formed by the stretch of my panties across hip bones.

I looked down at the turquoise and silver around her wrist and felt its tap on my abs, timed to the slide of her finger over my clitoris.

"Holly fuck," I said, as I moved my hips up to the pull of her fingers, which she slid and used like a cock, first one, then two, then three, spreading my lips and rubbing my clitoris with her thumb.

With her other hand she reached up under my bra and brought my nipple to erection, as she expertly teased, with her thumb and index finger, using the tips her polished nails, like tweezers, pinching and twisting, almost to the point of pain.

"Take my tits in your hands, suck both of my nipples at the same time if you can," she said, as I obediently released the clasp on her bra, watched then felt her firm breasts slapped down onto my face.

I felt the heat of her breath in my ear, the sound of her tongue, as she licked and kissed and I heard the commanding whisper in her voice.

"Will you come for me Sara?"

"Satisfy me. Let me feel you shudder. I want to see you you blush and hear your moan."