It was a good day today. The sun was shining, the temperature was good, there was a little wind, but not too much. The morning had begun very quietly, almost peaceful, at least, as far as you could call waking up in the middle of a city like Moscow peaceful. Nonetheless, the window was open, a light breeze came in, and it seemed that road just below the window of Kristen's apartment was deserted. There only was an occasional car coming by, and there wasn't much talking done either. But usually the most noise didn't come from the street, no, it was her next door neighbors.
It was a family with two small children, who couldn't be kept in line. They would always wake up around 7 and scream and yell their lungs out, which resulted in their mother yelling back at them, basically waking the entire building every morning. But not today, no, today was quiet, not a single sound coming from her neighbors. It seemed they weren't home, or were just not there. Either way, Kristen did not really care, because all she could look at was the face of the girl sleeping next to her.
Ever since Erica had flown in from Holland, Kristen had felt more and more attracted to her. And she cherished this moment to look at her face, so cute and peaceful as she was still sleeping. Kristen rolled onto her side, supporting her head with her arm, and just looked as Erica, as her chest slowly moved up and down, taking slow breaths, breathing through her nose. She was curled up in her bedsheet, looking like a mummy, but because of the summer heat, the sheets where made of thin fabric, more used to feel something covering you, than actually providing any kind of warmth.
It also resulted in her body being very well accentuated by the thin fabric. Erica was lying on her side, one arm under her pillow, and the other pulling on the bedsheet. She was leaning on her right breast, tilted over slightly inclining towards her stomach. She had her left leg pulled up, and her right leg stretched, lying wide, taking up almost two thirds of Kristen's king-sized bed. She had one leg sticking out from under the sheets, showing the smooth skin on her long legs. Her butt could be seen through the fabric, and Kristen needed all her willpower not to grab it.
Kristen got out of bed to get into the shower, she felt gross from all the sweating she had done last night, caused by the lovemaking they had done. It had been a long, slow session, mostly filled with kissing and generally touching each other, opposed to the wild sex they had done on the first night. Kristen smiled at herself. This was the third night Erica had spent here, and in those three days, they had only left the apartment once to do groceries. That had also been the only time that they had had clothes on. They had undressed each other as soon as they had gotten home again, and Kristen still remembered the feeling of lying naked on her kitchen table.
But Erica was sleeping nice and quiet and peaceful, and Kristen didn't want to wake her up just yet. She quietly snuck into the shower, and enjoyed the feeling of the water on her body. She decided not to take a very long shower, as it felt very empty. It was the first shower she had taken alone since Erica had come. She quickly rinsed herself, taking special care on her pussy, making sure it was clean and smelled fresh. She could feel the fuzz of the hair around her vagina, as it had started to grow again since she had last shaved it almost a week ago. She was sure Erica wouldn't mind it.
As she closed off the shower and stepped outside to dry herself, she heard noises coming from the bedroom. It was a noise that had only invaded her apartment recently, but was now a quite regular feature. She smiled as she walked towards her bedroom door, but stopped right in front of it. She had left it open, and could look inside easily, while it was quite hard to see her.
Not that Erica would have seen her, even if Kristen would have been standing right in front of her. Erica was lying on her back, her eyes closed, and stuck in her own little universe, as her hand explored the deepness of her wet folds. She was panting, close to moaning, as her fingers ran up and down her slit. She had thrown off the bed sheets, lying completely naked in the bed, her legs spread wide. She had one hand on her left, as Kristen thought, quite impressive, tit, and the other hand was furiously working her clit now.
Kristen didn't know what she would do. She could either stand there and enjoy the show, or she could hop in and participate. Somehow the thought of watching Erica masturbate, while Erica didn't know she was being watched, excited Kristen. She just stood there, unmoving, watching as Erica started to buckle her hips, humping her hand, trying to let it touch her clit harder. Without realizing it, Kristen's hand slowly moved to her own pussy, and started to caress it gently. She wasn't even aware of it as the display in front of her became bolder and bolder.
Erica's gasps for air become faster, harder, and more audible. As little sounds of pleasure had left her mouth at first, the air was now filled with a constant moaning. She had her hand flatly against her clit, rubbing it as you would rub your hands together to warm them up on a cold winter day. She was still moving her hips back forth, essentially humping her hand, but it became bolder and bolder, raising her ass of the bed further and further, arching her back, pushing her breasts upward.
Kristen had seen Erica do this before, and knew by now what was coming, or better, she knew who was coming. A loud gasp left Erica's mouth, as she pushed her pussy skyward, arching her back as far as it could go. Her hand was working her clit furiously, never loosing contact. She plunged back onto the bed, letting herself fall. A long, loud moan filled the entire apartment, and possibly the ones next to Kristen's apartment as well. Suddenly Erica was humping her hand like a mad man, thrusting her hips faster and faster upward and forward, as far as she could. Then the moan stopped, and she plunged back on the bed, suddenly lying still, her hand was still on her clit, but was only rubbing it slowly and gently now. Erica's face had become that of a warm smile, as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.
Erica opened her eyes and tilted her head towards the door, where she saw Kristen standing, leaning against the doorpost, one hand on her pussy and the other on her breast. Her eyes wide with fascination and her mouth opened slightly as she was breathing more heavily than normal.
"Enjoyed the show?" Erica asked with a wide smile.
"Very." Kristen answered back, as she started walking towards the bed.
"I knew you were there, I felt your eyes watching me. It felt so good, and I wanted you to see me. It made it so much better somehow knowing you were watching me."
Kristen sat on the bed, bending backwards, resting her head on Erica's stomach. She could smell the fresh scent of a pussy that had just excreted some of its juices, and it turned her on even more. She had fallen in love with the smell and taste of Erica's pussy, and couldn't get enough of it.
What made it even worse, was that she felt Erica's hand on her breasts, slowly teasing her nipples. She felt a shudder go through her entire body, relapsing back to her breast, just enhancing the pleasure it was giving her. She started breathing harder, with short breaths. Even though she had been horny all morning, this was expanding the way she felt. Knowing herself, it wouldn't take long before she threw herself at Erica again and started making passionate love.
Which was exactly what Erica wanted. Erica started groping Kristen's breasts harder, urging her up on the bed. Unable to ignore what Erica was doing, Kristen complied and crawled up on the bed, until she lay next to Erica. Erica threw her arms around Kristen and rolled on top of her, kissing her passionately. Kristen let her hands roam around Erica's body, paying special attention to Erica's very naked butt. Erica grabbed Kristen's hands and put them above her head, pinning them to the bed, and still kissed.
Kristen was lost in her pleasure, when she suddenly heard a soft click. It was that moment when Erica suddenly stopped kissing her, and lifted her face up just enough so Kristen could see that Erica had a huge smile on her face.
Kristen wanted to pull back Erica again, so she could kiss her again, but suddenly found herself unable to move her hands. She looked up, and saw that her hands were tied to the bed with two handcuffs. Erica had slipped them on the bed while Kristen was showering, and now she was chained to them, her arms spread wide over her head.
Erica moved off Kristen, and before Kristen fully realized what was happening, she found her legs chained to the bed as well, spread wide, exposing her completely. A mingled look of fear and lust appeared on Kristen's face, and she tried looking Erica in the eyes. Erica was still smiling, and comforted her.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. If you feel like it's too much, just tell me to stop, and I'll stop immediately. I know you want this, and I'm gonna make sure you enjoy this. Now, first, let me get some things."
