"You need to calm down," she implored, "or they'll know you are fucking with them." The words rolled easily from her throat and reverberated sweetly in Mrs. Moore's ears. She could feel her ears poking through her long hair and the slight weight of the wide hoop earrings through her lobes. She reached up to feel the holes, the way the metal studs pushed into them, filling them. She carefully combed her fingernails through her hair, brushing it back behind her, taking care that the strands were not tangled in the hoops; as she did this the bracelets on her left hand rattled in one ear and her long hair tickled the small of her back. She let a hand fall over her tummy and began tracing the waist of her bikini bottoms with the nail of her pinky finger. She felt lightheaded; the ghost of Mike's strong hands still lingering above her hips.
She tucked her finger beneath the hem and her other fingers followed. She could feel her stripe of pubic hair running down her palm as her middle finger settled above her crevice. She curled her finger, and her right thigh twisted in response. She stood there pigeon-toed. Something about touching herself there made her feel in control. She gripped her crotch firmly -- it was akin to an animal being taken by the scruff of its neck.
She opened her eyes.
"What...what am I doing?"
Brandon took stock of the situation without moving the hand from Mrs. Moore's pussy. He pushed a feminine finger against her entrance and cringed, fighting the urge to enter it. He looked down and his field of view was filled by Mrs. Moore's luscious tits. Brandon snatched the hand from Mrs. Moore's pussy and grabbed the glass on the counter in front of him, depositing a spot of sticky wetness to its side.
Brandon pulled the hand away and a tiny thread of moisture followed. He looked at the moist spot on the glass in horror, then lifted the wet finger up to his face. Mrs. Moore's finger glistened; her juices magnifying her fingerprint. Her long white nails peeked out from behind her fingers. He felt their length. Their substance. Her hands were so small. So soft. So beautiful.
What did she taste like?
The thought filled her with such revulsion and curiosity that her hand began to shake. As if scared to lose her nerve, she acted quickly, sticking her tongue out and settling her finger to its surface, feeling Mrs. Moore's nail hard against her tongue -- then her taste.
Mmmm.
Her body relaxed instantly.
"I taste..." Her fragrance filled her nostrils.
"She tastes so sweet."
She could feel her pussy between her thighs -- getting wetter. She tensed the muscles within her, muscles that would have once made Brandon's cock bounce -- now they clung against nothing in the vacant space within.
She stood for a moment enjoying how smooth and compact her crotch felt in her bathing suit before returning her hand for a second taste.
