"And what are you smiling so brightly about this morning?" Alexandra asked as she pulled me over on top of her and her lips claimed mine. Her tongue laid siege to my mouth, claiming it as her sovereign territory. I gave it up willingly, wanting her to possess any part of me that her heart desired.
"Well?" she asked once our lips finally parted. "Are you going to keep me in suspense?"
"Can't a girl in love just have a bright smile without it meaning anything else?" I asked innocently.
"She can," Alexandra replied, "but why do I get the feeling that that isn't what this is?"
"Fine," I said with exasperation, "I was thinking about all the naughty things you did to me last night. And I hoped you could do some of them again later."
"Anything, in particular, you'd like to do?" Alexandra asked with a throaty tone, betraying her own excitement.
"That rope thingy, for sure," I said, my chest and face flushing at my admission.
"Shibari; that's what it's called," Alexandra explained as she caressed a finger softly across my cheek. "Anything else?"
"The clothespin thing was intense when I was hanging there. I think I could do more than twenty of them. And I came so hard I thought I would black out when you attached that vibrator to my clit and left it there. I climaxed so many times in a row that I lost count. You scrambled my poor little brain."
"I might be wrong," Alexandra said with a wicked smile, "but I think I counted at least four times before I took it away. Alexandra said with a wicked smile. I suppose I could be convinced to leave it in place a while longer tonight if you're a loyal pet and eat your mistress's pussy well on our lunch break today."
"Oh, I think I can manage that," I cooed seductively. "I might even be willing to do it right now."
"We don't have time, I'm afraid," Alexandra pouted. "We have to shower and get dressed for work. We have a busy day ahead of us."
"I could take care of you
while
we shower," I said seductively, licking my lips in a lustful display.
"Well, perhaps I could be convinced to do that, but only if we get moving right this second. Otherwise, the day will get away from us."
Alexandra swatted my bottom, causing a squeal of delight to escape from between my lips. I jumped up, eager to be naked and feel our bodies' skin-to-skin connection. Once we were in the bathroom, I turned on the shower and began to shed my sleepwear enthusiastically. The thought of serving Alexandra's needs filled me with excitement. When she finally joined me in removing her clothes, I opened the shower door and hurriedly pulled her inside underneath the hot spray of the showerhead. I immediately pushed her up against the wall and dropped to my knees. There was no time for kisses and no time for foreplay. My desire to taste her was too vast, and I wanted to spend as much time as possible bathing my senses in her essence.
"That's it, kitten," Alexandra said. "Eat my pussy!" Her fingers found my hair and gathered it into a set of reins that she used to guide my efforts. I stuffed my tongue inside her and sucked at the copious juices freely flowing into my mouth. I tried to drink her dry as the water rained down on my head. My hand was already between my legs, frigging at my naughty hole as I wantonly fed on her essence as if it sustained me.
Then a thought struck me, and I found myself unable to resist it. My hands went to Alexandra's hips, twisting them and forcing her to turn and face the wall. My fingers instantly found the ample supple globes of her golden ass cheeks, their color proof of how she liked to sunbathe nude. They sunk into the taut flesh and squeezed it, spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her crinkled rosebud. I instantly buried my tongue between her ass cheeks. I began to lap at her asshole, rimming her with aplomb. Alexandra moaned as she reached back to place a hand atop my scalp to guide my efforts. My desire to please her instantly doubled. I slid my free right hand down below my chin and extended my middle and forefinger against the entrance to her pussy. I slowly dipped them inside, her tightness stretching to accommodate me. I curled them with the back of my hand toward the showerhead as I began to fuck her sweet pussy. I heard Alexandra growl in response as she backed up on my tongue and digits. I could tell she was getting close and pushed my efforts into overtime. My fingers continued to rub briskly against the tender bundle of nerves inside her. My lover's hips gyrated as she ground her backside against my face while I ate her asshole. I felt her stiffen; her hips and ass pressed out from the wall as her pussy gushed, and she cried out her release. I lowered my mouth to her pussy to try and drink up as much of her ambrosia as possible. I supped at her still-spasming hole like a thirsty woman in a desert who'd wandered upon an oasis, doing my best to drink all the sweet, free-flowing waters within. Random trembles still radiated through Alexandra's thighs as I policed the last of her creamy goodness.
"Oh, my god!" Alexandra said. "That was the perfect way to start the day!"
"You're welcome to it anytime you want it," I cooed as I stood and stepped back under the spray of the rainfall head. I allowed the water to wet down my hair. I began washing it as Alexandra soaped up our loofah and began to clean and exfoliate my body. We were already a synchronized pair in the shower; we'd seldom bathed alone the entire time I'd been staying with her, and hadn't once since I'd finally moved upstairs to the main suite less than a week ago.
I'd gone three whole weeks living in the downstairs bedroom, the two of us making booty calls like college students, and then leaving afterwards. After a particularly exhausting lovemaking session, though, I'd simply fallen asleep with her, and when I awoke the following morning wrapped tightly in her arms, I'd known it was time. I belonged with Alexandra, in our room, in
our
bed. My old life was my past. Alexandra was my present and future. And I liked the way my future looked. We wouldn't rush into anything as I'd done in my last relationship. This time, I will do it right. This one would be forever.
"Jenny was at it again yesterday," I said as I washed the shampoo out of my hair. I then applied conditioner as I watched my girlfriend massage the large globes of her tanned breasts. I'd taken to suckling on them so often over the last month that Alexandra had started to tease me that I would make her milk come in. "I really don't believe she's just fantasizing. I think she's serious about it."
Jenny and I had gotten close since she'd filed for divorce, with her husband countersuing on the grounds of mental cruelty. They both sought full custody of the kids, and Jenny's lawyer was going scorched earth. My husband was scheduled for a video deposition by her pit bull of an attorney. He'd blown up my phone for nearly a week, trying to get me to "talk some sense into that crazy harpy friend of yours." I'd laughed and told him there was nothing I could do, particularly since Marcus was attempting to take her kids away. In truth, I badly wanted the video deposition to happen. It would be the tipping point that would change my world. It would mean I could proceed with my divorce on the grounds of adultery, and leave Steve with no leg to stand on. If he fought it, Gretchen would eat him alive.
"What makes you say that?" Alexandra asked as she began to wash the soap from her body.
"She told me that she's watching lesbian porn exclusively now, and that it's all she can get off to!" I grabbed my towel and exited the shower. "She says she's even been chatting with other women on lesbian chat lines. I swear if she wasn't worried about her divorce and custody battle, she would be headed to the lesbian bars in the city."
"And what type of women is our neophyte lesbian neighbor interested in?" Alexandra asked. She'd been listening to my reports about Jenny's sapphic inquiries for the last month, but mostly as a source of amusement. She exited the shower and immediately slid into the white, heavy terry-cloth robe that always hung there. Alexandra left it open; the part in her breasts was wholly exposed, as was the thick thatch of dark hair on her mons that overlooked her feminine core.
"She wants someone feminine and older than her. She says a full-figured woman with curves would be a plus. She wants her to have her own career and says that it's an absolute must that they love kids and want to help parent them."
