1
The streets of Valencia were unusually crowded, more so than on any other summer's night. The noise and thump of music beats carried on the stilled air, and it became a choice of whether to keep open the bedroom window or to close it and suffer the warmth in the house, open plan and airy as it was. The music festival was only into its first day and two more were to follow. If the wind direction remained unchanged, so too would the sound of music be carried to where she lived.
"I'll go and get us both a drink," Alejandra told her companion and slipped out of her embrace. "Aren't you hot?"
Nuria laughed softly, and in dismay, as she reached out to detain her. "Only for you, now stay here with me. The music's tempo goes so well with what we've done, again."
Alejandra submitted to her caress then Nuria's kiss. She soon broke it and knelt between her lover's legs spread them wide and pressed her lips against her wet pussy tongued and licked her labia, then lanced her tongue into that welcoming vagina and flickered over her clit. She was learning how it went, going down on a woman.
"See? You don't notice the noise anymore!" Nuria gasped, writhing underneath her lover and feeling faint from the renewed intensity of Alejandra's claims upon her body, a hand reaching out to caress and clamp her sagging breasts, to tweak her nipples. "Yes, do that to me again!"
Three fingers were in her and reamed her pussy until she became a panting wreck, unable to remember just how many times she had cum. She was again overwhelmed by the pleasure Alejandra brought so expertly for someone new to the games of woman on woman, and she writhed in response to the rushes of her orgasms until she felt that she would lose consciousness.
"Me now, on you!" she called out when her pleasure had subsided and on coaxing Alejandra to lie back. "Your clients won't ever know what you do in your spare time."
"I love men and women, I realize now," Alejandra retorted. Her architect's business, 'Sanchez Arquitectura' wasn't to be spoken of now, but she was proud of what her efforts had achieved over the years since it had been a two-person practice. Her open-plan designed house, created within the shell of a retained frontage of some style, was now her home and designed just as she wanted.
As for her sex life, it no longer felt strange to go down on a woman or to have Nuria tease and finger her in practiced ways that she was still learning of. Her carefully tended and voluptuous body was a magnet, that was for sure, and she still wanted a man but none of the complications that had so often brought into her life.
"May I get that drink for us now?" she asked with a teasing laugh, feeling that after she had succumbed to an orgasm, brought on by Nuria's ways, she wanted a man's cock even more than ever and to gain some perspective of what she had so easily fallen into doing, seduced as she had been by Nuria.
But, she would find her pleasure wherever it could be found until then. Her lover was more of a lipstick lesbian than not, only her cropped hair a giveaway, perhaps. Both of them were equally fleshy, large-breasted and broad-hipped; not the skinny, flighty, almost androgynous look-alikes some went for.
Nuria suddenly sat up. "There's someone at the door! I hear thumping, not the sound of that infernal music!"
"I'll go and see. At this time of night, it can only be troublemakers."
"Just be careful, won't you?" Nuria called after her and slumped back on the bed, muttering to herself and sliding fingers down to her pussy, sighing with pleasure as she did so. "I don't want any interruptions, not now...not after what we're getting into, at last."
She had seen Alejandra tighten the belt of her silk dressing gown to her curvy figure, the print on the orange fabric decorated with a mermaid, the colour suiting her dusky skin. No one should see her like that, her rich silken brown-black hair a delightfully mussed tangle that fell just to her shoulders. The professional woman was someone else when she was naked in her arms and that was what she wanted again, and soon.
2
Alejandra wondered if she should open the door dressed only in a kimono-styled dressing gown that finished just above the knee and with nothing worn underneath. She loved the feel of the cool silk on her skin and dismissed the thought that she might smell of sex as she studied her reflection in the hallway mirror. She swept back her luxuriant black hair from a tired face.
The doorbell rang again, insistently and for longer, and she knew there was nothing for it but to see who it was.
"Aiee, chico!" she exclaimed on seeing her nephew, Diego, slumped in another guy's arms. Who he was she didn't know, immediately, but he was eye-catchingly good-looking and stared at the viewfinder as if to provoke her into opening up. When she did so, she saw that Diego was in an inebriated state.
"I'm sorry to do this to you, señora Sanchez..."
She had gathered her thoughts by now. 'It's Pablo, isn't it?"
"Si, you remember?" he grinned in evident pleasure that she had done so. "We have been at the festival, and....we're too pissed to drive...sorry, tanked up," he corrected and smiling apologetically for his use of language. "I wondered if we could crash here for the night?"
"Diego gave you the idea, did he?" It was then that she heard Nuria's footfalls on the landing, then her call. She cursed silently and realized her secret was out, or soon would be. "You'd better come in."
"I'm disturbing you," he observed only too knowingly as Nuria came into view. So, these two voluptuous women were into each other.
"Yes, you are disturbing us late at night, both of you, but just come in, and be quick about it."
She sensed Nuria's presence and turned to look her way and was relieved to note that she too had cinched her dressing gown tightly around her waist, but that did not keep from shaping her heavy breasts, her fleshy legs poking out from under the gown's frilly hem. It was only too obvious from the set of her full lips that Nuria was not pleased by this interruption to their night together.
They reached under Diego's arms and manouevred him into the hallway before they took him in shuffling steps to the foot of the open tread, polished concrete, staircase that was such a feature of her home.
