As the dryer dried Cassie's hair, my hand combing through her locks, I watched her reflection in the dressing table mirror. Her eyes were shut and her lips wore a huge smile. Her head would sometimes move as I played my hands through her hair and as she leaned back it would touch my body and I would respond by gently pushing back against her.
She was humming a tune of contentedness quietly to herself as I shifted my position to stand in front of her. Her long blonde hair fell down in curls as I picked up the hairbrush and started to brush it in long but slow and gentle sweeps. Her smile radiated from her face warming my heart. Her eyes were closed but she saw and sensed everything. "This was how my mother would brush my hair when I was younger," she whispered. "Every Sunday night she would wash my hair and spend hours brushing it before making pigtails for me, ready for the school week ahead."
As she said this she lifted her hands and placed them on my waist. A slight tug and she had pulled me closer to her and her arms now encircled my waist. Her cheek now rested gently on my stomach. She was a child remembering the love and affection her own mother had given her all those years ago. I bent my head and kissed the top of hers smelling the sweet scent of the shampoo she had used. She responded to my kiss with a squeeze of my waist.
As I continued to brush her hair she dropped her hand from my waist and I felt it take position just behind my knee. In small and tender motions she started to caress my leg. Minute strokes of her fingers and fingernails on my skin caused a tickling sensation to run up and down my entire leg. It felt like heaven but the seemingly innocent strokes made my sexual arousal reach new pinnacles within me. My legs weakened as did my resolve as I found myself being drawn into a paradise of sexual appreciation.
Cassie must have sensed my weakness as her hand now travelled further up my leg towards my thighs. She shifted her head from my stomach, opened her eyes and looked directly in my eyes. Her blue eyes glistened and smiled at me but I could also detect a plea within the depths of her eyes. I bent my head down and kissed her tenderly and softly on her lips. Her lips were soft, warm and moist, and felt as velvety as a delicate summer rose petal. Our touching of lips lasted about a minute before I broke the kiss.
She continued to look me directly in the eyes as if pleading for something that she knew I had and she wanted. Her hand started caressing the back of my leg again but this time the touch was higher - much higher. I could feel my pussy starting to release some love juice from within its hidden depths.
I dropped the hairbrush onto the dressing table as my hand sought the place where the bath towel was tucked in close to her breast. I gave the towel a little tug to release it from its tether and, using both hands, opened it to reveal her bronzed body. Her hand continued to stroke my leg from my knee to my panties.
As my hand cupped her left breast she uttered a slight sigh - a sigh of contentment and approval. I could feel her nipple was already swollen and hard. My right hand sought her left breast which I cupped in a similar manner. She closed her eyes as I started to gently squeeze her breasts and run the backs of my fingers over her nipples and areolas causing them to harden and protrude more.
She was now caressing both my legs. Her nails and fingertips would travel from the back of my knee to my panties. Both hands in unison. Both sending tantalising and teasing messages to my brain and my pussy. How I wished I hadn't worn underwear this day!
She leaned into my midriff and kissed my stomach through my blouse. A simple enough gesture but one that weakened my legs as well as my resolve. I stopped caressing her breasts and placed my hands under her arms in a motion of lifting her. She stopped her leg caresses and stood. The towel completely fell away from her body. She was naked. She was beautiful.
I took her hand and led her to the bed. She followed me, silently and willingly. She sat on the edge of the bed, I stood facing her. I started to unfasten the buttons of my blouse. Slowly and deliberately I undid each button until all were unfastened. I took my blouse off and let it drop to the floor. As usual nowadays, I was not wearing a bra and Cassie had full view of my breasts. Nipples hard and erect; areolas reddened and puffy.
I found the zip to my skirt, pulling it down and then unfastened the small catch at the top. My mini pencil skirt slipped down to my ankles. As I stepped out of it I used my foot to hook it and kick it away from the area surrounding my feet.
Cassie reached her arms out to me and hooked both her thumbs into the elasticated waistband of my panties and unhurriedly pulled them down. I stepped out of them and kicked my panties away. Cassie started to plant gentle butterfly kisses on my stomach and midriff. I held her head in my hands encouraging her to continue. I was enjoying the attention and the sexual desire that she was causing to flow through my body.
She stopped the butterfly kisses as her hands took my hands and she pulled me gently down onto the bed next to her. "Lay down, on your side," she asked in a commanding and sexy way. I did as I was asked. "Strewth, you have great tits, Becci," she said as she surveyed them, wetting her lips with her tongue, and began tracing her fingertips across my nipples and in small circles around my areola.
She took my hand and placed it over her tit, pushing it into me as I fondled and played with it. She moved slightly allowing her erect nipples to touch my nipples. We both started to move into each other as we became more passionate. The tingling waves radiated to all parts of my body. I could feel my pussy making juice and felt some trickle onto my leg.
Cassie pushed me onto my back and straddled my tummy. I could feel the wetness and the heat from her pussy as her pubic hair tickled and played with the goose-bumps on my tummy. She reached behind her and I knew that I would soon feel her fingers on my slit. My pussy generated more love juice in expectation of what was to come.
When I felt her finger I almost fainted. It moved along my slit, collecting my love juice, playing gently with my labia. My mind became foggy with desire. My body began the tremble with anticipation.
I watched, in a trance, as she placed her finger in her mouth and sucked and tasted my love juice. "God, Becci," she said, "you taste so sweet and sexy. Would you like to taste it?" The same finger went back to my swollen labia. I moaned and twitched a little in excitement and anticipation. Again she drew the finger up my hot slit gathering more love juices. As she lowered her juice covered finger to my lips I opened my mouth and closed my lips around her finger. My eyes closed as I sucked every drop off it with relish.
As she climbed off my tummy and made herself comfortable lying next to me I could feel the coolness on my tummy where her love juice had leaked. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as her finger traced a line down my cheek.
"I need to taste more of that pussy juice of yours," she whispered as she leaned in and kissed me on the side of my face. In an instant she was kneeling between my legs with her head inches away from my secret opening. Her hands pushed my legs further apart as she made herself comfortable. I could feel her warm breath blowing gently on my pussy lips as her fingers opened them slightly. As her tongue flicked out and touched my wet waiting lips I orgasmed.
My hands held her head between my legs; my knees held my hands in place. My bottom lifted off the bed pushing my pussy against her tongue and lips. Bright light flashes hit my retina and a feeling of contentment started deep within my soul and travelled through my body finishing in my fingertips and toes. I moaned loudly as her tongue and lips brought me to the height of passion and my pussy pumped excess juices out to her waiting lips. She lapped up the juices with savour making sure she drank as much as she could before my body relaxed in the aftermath of my orgasm.
"Your turn now," she directed as she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. I didn't need a second invitation. My head went between her legs and I could smell her sweet scent as I looked at her pink and swollen pussy lips. I spread her lips open with my fingers spreading some of her love sap over her puffy pink lips as I toyed with her enlarged clitoris. My tongue licked it and I felt a quiver run through her body. My lips opened slightly and I sucked her clitoris onto my mouth where I sucked it gently, occasionally flicking my tongue out to feel the hard rounded swelling.
"Fuck me with your fingers," Cassie whispered. "I want to feel your fingers deep inside me, fucking me." I did as I was asked. I slid my fingers deep into her pussy feeling the heat and the wetness of her love tunnel. "Oh! God!," she whimpered. "That is so fucking nice." Her nectar covered my fingers and as it oozed out of her pussy my mouth was waiting to lap it up. She tasted exquisite as she brought me to my second orgasm of the session. It was not as intense as the first but was a gentler more calm orgasm but fulfilling never the less.
"I'm going to cum, Becci!" she shouted as her bum lifted off the sheets forcing my fingers deeper into her pussy. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she demanded as he whole body started to twist and writhe. Her breathing became hard and furious and she emitted a loud moan from deep within her throat. Suddenly her whole body stiffened as I felt the walls of her pussy tightening around my fingers. She stopped breathing for what seemed like an age before a final convulsion of her body completed her orgasm. Her breathing resumed and her body relaxed back onto the bed.
