The brunette's hands weren't sitting idly by as she was devoured. One hand slipped up the back of the blonde's blouse, caressing her fair skin under the concealing cloth. The other slid to the blonde's hip, tracking down the zipper to her long skirt without difficulty. A moment later and the skirt slid off the blonde's hips, giving a brief little breeze up between her thighs and over her dampening panties.
The aroma of highly aroused women filled the air, and both responded strongly to it.
The brunette lifted the waist of the blonde's blouse. Helping her remove it, the blonde let it fall by the wayside, left in a set of powder blue panties and bra. Intended for comfortable wear they still were very sexy on that blonde's taught, thin form, cupping and lifting a small, firm bust and wrapping her waist, her hips, and diving into the gap between her shapely thighs.
The two squeezed each other closer, feeling skin on skin spike their temperatures and lusts all the higher. Clutching hands, greedy mouths, aching nipples all brushed back and forth between the two even as the blonde slid a long, strong thigh forward between the brunette's linen-clad legs. The brunette took the invitation and firmly ground herself on the blonde's fit limb as their tongues closed back together to dance back and forth in between their mouths.
The epic battle of tongue-on-tongue caresses, of clutching, needy lips, of lungs pulling air deep to draw the lovers closer, grew ever more frantic. The blonde unhitched the linen trousers off the brunette, who stepped back off the blondes thigh before slipping out of her stilettos and the linen bundled around her shapely little ankles.
The brunette grabbed the blonde's hands and tugged her firmly further into the home, leading them quickly to the nearby overstuffed recliner. Releasing the clasp on the blonde's bra, she pushed the blonde back into the seat. The brunette leaned in and kissed her hard as both their core temperatures spiked,
Throwing the bra out of her way, the blonde grabbed for the brunette, but the brunette was a split second faster. She ducked out of the blonde's grasp, forcefully pulling the blonde's last garment down over her tight little ass and shapely thighs. The panties caught behind the blonde's knees, and the brunette used that to pull the blonde's ass forward, to the very edge of the seat.
Dropping to her knees, the brunette slid the cloth down to the blonde's ankles as she parted those gorgeous, thin legs. Bending forward she kissed the blonde's left inner thigh wetly, about half way along that long, clean limb. Suckling the sweet, hot flesh, the brunette worked her way upwards towards the blonde's fragrant pussy, begging for attention as it clearly was.
Another heart-felt groan fell out of the blonde's mouth unconsciously. This was the loudest yet, knowing as she did where the brunette was headed and how she hoped it might feel. The blonde kept praying inside her head that the brunette knew how to treat her - soft and firm and teasing just enough to add to the pleasure without driving her insane with need.
As if reading the blonde's mind, the brunette met the blonde's desires better than the blonde ever dared to hope. Showing unexpected strength, the brunette lifted and spread the blonde's long legs, all but folding her double in the chair. The brunette's pointy little tongue slid from the crack of the blonde's ass up over her tightly clenched hole, across the sensitive taint, and - spread as wide as it could be - lightly along both damp outer lips of her mound. Reaching the blonde's half-hooded clit, the brunette's lips wriggled in through the almost closed outer lips and sealed tight just outside the hardening little bean without directly touching it. Her lungs pulsed, sucking firmly and indirectly on the trapped organ, forcing the blonde to arch her back and try to drive her hips up to reach something - anything! - to help relieve the sudden wonderful ache.
The brunette handled the blonde's thrusting hips as easily as she would have handled a kitten, preventing her from reaching her suddenly urgent goal. She wanted this to be even more special for the blonde, she felt the need to make it unique in the blonde's experience. Her tongue danced in her sealed lips, flickering back and forth around the aching little man-in-the-boat without touching it yet. Building pressure inside the blonde's sexuality, the brunette kept at the tease even as the blonde grasped the back of the brunette's head, trying to find some way to release the pressure even as the brunette worked to keep raising it.
The two struggled, the only indication their freely sweating skins, the blonde's irregularly thrusting hips, their ragged breathing, and the blonde's constant, soul-deep moans. Both hands on the backs of the blonde's thighs kept the brunette from being able to do anything about the blonde's hands pulling on her hair, but somehow she was able to resist the force the blonde tried to bring to bear, continuing to build and build the pressure on the blonde's sexual needs.
Eventually the pressure built too far, and the blonde exploded in orgasm to relieve the overwhelming need. As she did, the brunette finally ran the whole length of her wet tongue over the proudly erect bean, driving her orgasm higher and deeper than expected. The blonde's aroused scream would have caused her neighbors to get hard and/or wet, had they heard her. No one but the brunette did hear her, and the brunette was already very wet.
Head whirling, the blonde eventually returned to normal reality, the pleasure sloshing through her body leaving her weak and tingly from head to toes. Humming happily, she stretched, finding herself nude in her bed with just a single thin sheet over her. Looking around, she wondered where her partner had gotten to for a second before the brunette reappeared, carrying a couple glasses of water. "I thought we might need a little water before we continued - thirsty?"
Realizing she was, the blonde blushed and nodded, accepting the glass silently but gratefully. She'd just wanted a sip, but she found herself finishing the glass in one long pull. Chuckling, the brunette handed the blonde the second glass without other comment, which the blonde started to sip at.
"Feel better sweetie?" asked the brunette
Shyly, the blonde blushed a little more and nodded. She didn't know what to say, she'd never felt such overwhelming bliss before.
"It's OK, honey. I'm happy you enjoyed it - you did enjoy it, right?"
The blonde nodded rapidly, almost comically. "Good, good. I'm so glad you did - I thought you needed a little release."
The blonde's voice cracked and was full of disbelief, "A LITTLE release?" Her eyes were huge in her head at the thought that it might get more intense than that.
"Yes, sweetie, just a little release. Why, you didn't think we were done yet, did you? Oh, I hope we're not done yet - we've got tons of time to do whatever you would like!"
The blonde's head swam at that thought. Looking at the alarm clock next to her bed, she realized it was just shy of two PM. All that took less than two hours? It usually took an hour for her just to get home!
"Do you have anything special you need to do this weekend, sweetheart?" the brunette asked.
Shaking her head, the blonde realized she was going to turn into a puddle this weekend. A very, very satisfied puddle, but still a puddle.
