Note: The characters in this story are referred to as 'she' and 'he.' I realize this may cause some confusion as to which 'she' I might be referring to, but I ask you this... Does it really matter? *smiles* Enjoy!
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She came up behind her. There was something vulnerable about being completely naked and at the perusal of someone else. A feather touch ran across one shoulder, down her arm, across one hip, to cup the fullness of her buttocks as one other hand floated around to her right breast, fingertips teasing the little pebble there to a delicious tautness. She had only touched her with her fingertips and already she was quivering with anticipation, her wetness spilling onto her inner thighs. She took a sharp intake of breath and let it out in a sigh as she felt her breasts touching the bare skin of her back. Her nipples stood erect as well.
From across the room, he watched them. There was a casual air in his stance, leaning against the wall, that belied the constriction in his groin. Yet, he resisted the instinct to touch himself or, better still, touch them. It was his pleasure... to feel himself harden, become mindlessly aroused, simply by watching until he could bear it no longer. That was the ultimate exhilaration. To be reduced to your most base instinct. To mate. With a ferocity and need that came on a much more primitive level. It was how he wished it.
The feathery touches continued. They could touch each other, but not themselves, and never, never, were they to touch their woman core. This was for their pleasure. Lust was something that one never took lightly, and arousal was equally important. The anticipation of what was to come played an important factor in this lesson. It was not about making love. This was about sex.
She turned in her embrace, wanting her own turn. Dipping her head, she took one of those rosebud nipples in her mouth, warming it, before flicking the peak with her tongue. The heightened sensitivity made her cry out, arching her neck. Almost in apology, she gently suckled on the nipple, running her tongue along the soft underside, then biting gently. She moved to the other breast, leaving the first wet and straining. Soft kisses and teasing bites brought the second to a matching hardness. Looking up, the eyes she met were heavy lidded with arousal. But it was not yet time.
Slowly, inexorably, they took turns nipping, licking, and suckling various erogenous parts... The pulse at the neck, the place where the neck meets the shoulder, the bend of the elbow, the ear, the navel, the back of the neck, the backs of the knees, palms of the hands, soles of the feet, and each hollow along the spine were all subject to their lavish attentions. Slick with sweat, saliva, and women's honey, they kissed mouth on mouth. This was no tender exchange of breath, this was a hungry, passionate duel of tongues, each fighting for the upper hand. As they kissed, their bodies rubbed together, not able to get close enough, trying in vain to relieve the sexual tension.
He knew they were ready then. They had forgotten the rules. He, however, was not ready. While he disrobed himself, he would let them forget about him for the moment...
They fell onto the bed, still interlocked, hands searching. She reached down, not to touch herself, but to touch her, needing to feel that hot core, wet and ready and wanting her. She moaned when she felt her hand stroke her where she most wanted it, crying out in frustration when that hand was removed. With something akin to a snarl, she bit her on the shoulder and reached down to spread the smooth hairless lips, humping her own hairless cunt against the other woman's. Each cried out as waves of sexual tension filled them. Their blood engorged clits penetrated each other's cunts like miniature dicks until they rode each other faster and faster, needing that tension released.
