"It's true," she agrees, favoring me with that quirky little half-grin of hers. "Lucky me." We struggle to our feet, and she reties the sash on her robe.
"Thank you," I say with a grin.
"No, thank you for starting my day in such an interesting fashion. I hope I can concentrate on my job. Flashbacks can be distracting." She kisses me sweetly. "I am now going to take another shower." I happily watch her backside as she climbs the stairs ahead of me.
I am suddenly exhausted, physically and mentally and decide I don't have the energy to make it to my own apartment. The fire within now doused, at least for the time being, I follow her up the stairs, strip out of my clothes and slip between the sheets of her unmade bed. I sigh with bliss, soothed by the gentle sound of the water running in the bathroom. I wait, knowing that once she's done in the shower, I'll have the perfect view of her morning preparations. It sounds silly, but I love to watch her get ready...from the donning of the panty hose, suit, and heels to the application of her makeup and the selection of just the right jewelry, it's all very sensuous to me.
As I burrow into the pillow, I'm not at all surprised to feel the smoldering begin once again deep inside.
I scold myself, thinking of how she'll already be late for work and just how much later she'd be if I were to pounce on the poor girl once again when she emerged from the bathroom. Shaking my head in disbelief at my own train of thought, I close my eyes, hoping to drift off to sleep surrounded by the sweet, intoxicating scent that is my love.
A flashback of her body, mid-orgasm, hits my brain, playing like a movie on the inside of my eyelids, causing a pang to hit low in my body. I sigh contentedly as the water shuts off and I hear her humming softly. Life is good.
TaxiTango
by Vada Foster
CHRISTINE WAS ABOUT to step into a taxi when she heard a vaguely familiar voice calling her name. She looked around and spotted a woman in a tank top and khaki shorts with a backpack slung over her shoulder. She flashed on one day the previous summer when the khaki clad hunk had helped her pass some very pleasant time. She searched her memory for the name and came up with it. "Hi, Kim. Good to see you again."
"You too. I'm surprised you remembered me."
Christine winked. "You underestimate yourself. Is someone picking you up?"
Kim shook her head. "I was going to take a shuttle."
"How about sharing a taxi?"
"Hmmm, let's see; sharing a taxi with you or being trapped in a van with a bunch of sun burned kids returning from a week at Disney World. Yeah, I'm in." She opened the front passenger door and placed her things on the seat, then climbed in back followed by Christine.
Christine tapped on the glass and told the driver where to take them then sat back in the seat. As the cab pulled away from the curb, Christine took Kim's hand in hers and began running her thumb across the back of her knuckles. Kim smiled and scooted closer so that their thighs were touching.
As they passed the Getty Museum up on a hill, Kim asked, "Have you ever been to the Getty?" Christine shook her head no, and Kim continued, "I've always wanted to go. How would you like to go with me some time?"
"Yes." Christine placed Kim's hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her very short skirt, and parted her legs, raising her eyebrow and giving Kim a nod that she should slide her hand beneath the skirt. "I'd like that very much."
"Oh!" Kim exclaimed, "Great." Her fingers lightly trailed up the inside of Christine's thigh until they reached the fabric of the thong that barely covered her pubic hair. "Do you have any idea when they're open?" She asked. Her voice husky with desire.
"I think they're open whenever you're ready. You just need to open the door." Christine slid a bit further down on the seat, and spread her legs open wider. Kim ran her finger under the elastic band of the thong and pushed it to one side, returning her finger to the moist slit and teasing it between the folds.
"Good. I like it when it opens for me. Especially this time of year when it's hot and wet. It's nice to go inside." She poised her finger at Christine's opening, and pushed one and then two fingers inside the damp cave. Her thumb brushed over Christine's stiffening clit. Christine moaned and thrust herself against Kim's hand.
"Yes," she gasped. "It's nice inside. I just hope we have time to see all the--masterpieces--before the museum closes."
"No problem. I can move faster, or slower, if there's something you want to take your time with. I want you to be happy with the experience."
"Faster would be good, I think." Kim's fingers began to thrust more deeply, and her thumb moved like a blur over the swollen nub. "Yes, that's it." She leaned her head against the back of the seat, and her eyes closed as she felt her orgasm building.
"You can lean your head on my shoulder if you'd like to rest." More softly, she added, "And I like it when you bite, so don't hold back"
"Thanks, I--" Christine gasped as the wave crashed over her, turning her head toward Kim, and muffling her cry against the strong tanned shoulder. She thrust repeatedly against the fingers that continued to move in and out of her until she could take no more, and collapsed back against the seat with a sigh. Kim gently removed her fingers and replaced the thong over Christine's still pulsing mound, then smoothed the skirt back into place. Christine rolled her head toward Kim, who smiled at her seductively as she placed her fingers in her mouth, sucking the juices off and smacking her lips with a satisfied sigh of her own. "Woo, that was intense," Christine whispered with a wry grin." I'll never think of the Getty quite the same again."
Kim laughed. "Me either. And I can't imagine sharing it with anyone else. It would be anticlimactic, I think."
Christine nodded her agreement. "Yep, it's going to have to be you and me, kid. And speaking of anticlimactic," she whispered, "how do you suppose we might be able to get around those shorts of yours for a little reciprocation?"
Kim leaned toward the Plexiglas partition behind the driver and said, "Could you please hand me the poncho I left on the front seat?"
The driver nodded, and took her eyes off the road just long enough to grab the poncho. She opened the partition and stuck it through the opening. "Here ya go. If you're cold I can turn up the heat."
"Thanks. No need, I'm sure I'll be warm as toast in no time." She spread the poncho out over her lap and started to unfasten her shorts. Christine put her hand over Kim's and shook her head.
"Let me do that. Just lean back and relax." Kim nodded and leaned back as she was told. She felt Christine's hands deftly unbutton the shorts, and quietly pull the zipper down. When that was done, she tapped Kim on the thigh and motioned with a thumb up for her to raise her bottom off the seat so she could pull the shorts off. Kim did as she asked, and soon her shorts and underwear were pooled at her ankles. Christine pulled the poncho higher so that it covered Kim's breasts as well, and she slid her hand under the tank top to claim a taut nipple between her fingers. She pinched lightly, and Kim squirmed.
"I can't tell you how much I've thought about you doing that to me," Kim whispered.
"Really? And how about this," she raked her fingernails down to Kim's abdomen and back up again to circle the nipple with her fingernails. Kim's muscles contracted and she moaned softly. "Or this." While her left hand fondled Kim's breasts, her right snaked under the poncho and pulled her legs apart. She scratched the soft skin inside her thighs down as far as the knee, and then back up on the other leg. Kim's breath hitched in her throat and goose bumps broke out all over her body.
"Oh, please. I need you to touch me there."
"Gladly," Christine purred, dipping her finger into the honeyed wetness between Kim's legs. Her clit was already hard as a pebble, and the liquid dribbled down to pool on the car seat. She pinched the folds of Kim's labia and gave a small tug before parting the lips and inserting her finger. The muscles of Kim's vagina squeezed so hard it was all Christine could do to pull the finger in and out.
Kim groaned and began to grind herself against the finger,
urging it deeper. Christine inserted two more fingers and filled the opening completely, moving them separately in search of her g spot. She found it.
"Is that what you want?" Christine asked softly, and Kim whimpered and nodded. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel it."
"Yes, oh yes, just touch my clit. Oh, God!" The explosion started deep inside, and mushroomed outward to envelope her entire being. The tremors continued for several minutes after the climax had waned, and Kim could only sit and try to catch her breath.
"That was beautiful," Christine whispered, placing a small kiss on the corner of Kim's mouth. "How I love making you come."
Neither woman noticed that the car had come to a stop until the door opened. They looked up to see the driver with a large grin on her face. "Is this a private party, or can anybody get in on it? And don't worry; I turned the meter off a long time ago."
Kim and Christine looked at each other, and with a laugh, moved over to make room for one more.
Unwinding
by Anne J. Kingdley
THE HOUSE WAS almost silent when Logan got home; the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock. Curious at the stillness, she headed toward the kitchen in search of Nikki. Entering the kitchen, she noticed covered dishes sitting in warmers on the table. Lifting one of the covers, Logan gave an appreciative smile. Hmmm...chicken and broccoli in Alfredo sauce...my favorite.
As she placed the cover back on the dish, Logan spotted a folded piece of paper lying on one of the plates. Picking it up, she flipped it open, and read the words...I'm in our room.
Logan slipped the paper into the pocket of her slacks, grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and started for their bedroom, shifting the bottle from one hand to the other as she shed her jacket.
"Nikki? Honey?"
"In the bathroom."
Logan kicked off her heels, sighing as her toes were released from their prison. Tossing her jacket on the bed, she padded on bare feet into the bathroom and almost spit out the mouthful of water she'd just taken. A squeaky "there you are" were all the words Logan could manage.
And there Nikki was indeed, her wet, bubble covered body, bathed in the glow of a dozen flickering candles.
Logan stood frozen, watching as Nikki lifted one slim leg from under the bubbles. Her eyes widened and she watched the slide of the bubbles down her lover's leg, zeroing in on the slow migration of one drop that seemed to be taking its time. Her breath caught and held as the drop lingered, then finally released itself, sending up a tiny splash as it joined its mates.
Nikki's arm rose out of the water and one long finger extended itself toward her then curled inward.
"Won't you join me?"
"Umm...uh...sure!" came out of Logan's mouth in a rush. She attempted to set her bottle of water on the counter but missed by a scant inch. The bottle hit the floor and bounced a couple of feet before landing against the side of the tub. Not sparing the bottle a glance, Logan stepped closer to the tub and lifted one foot up as if she were going to step in.
Chuckling, Nikki asked, "Don't you want to take your clothes off first?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
When Logan began to remove her clothes, she noticed a change take place in Nikki's gray eyes. The amused look had changed to a smoldering gaze as Logan's fingers loosened the buttons on her shirt, slowly opening each one until the last one was undone and the shirt hung loosely open, hinting at hidden treasures.
Skimming her fingers upward along the inside edges of her shirt, Logan's hands stopped when they reached her bra. Nimble fingers released the front clasp then traveled downward until they reached the buckle of her belt. Opening the buckle, she removed the belt and tossed it to the side. Grasping the tab of the zipper she slid it downward until the zipper was fully open. Logan grabbed the waistband of her slacks, gave a little shake of her hips and pushed both slacks and panties down her legs.
She watched Nikki's gaze follow the path of her slacks until they stopped in a heap at Logan's feet. Logan smiled as she saw her lover take and release a deep breath. Lifting one long leg, then the other, she stepped out of her slacks pausing just a millisecond before reaching up and removing her shirt and bra in one swift move. The lustful look in her wife's eyes told Logan that the tables were turning...that the seducer was rapidly becoming the seduced.
Taking the hand Nikki held out to her, Logan let her lover hold her steady as she stepped into the tub. Lowering herself into the water, she lay back against Nikki and sighed. A soft kiss was placed on the back of her neck as arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
Covering Nikki's hands with her own, Logan closed her eyes and reveled in the closeness, enjoying the moment.
"This feels nice." Logan could finally feel the tension of the day begin to release itself from her body.
Just as she was about to protest the loss of the arms around her, her senses took in the scent of peach. 'Ah, she thought, my girl's got my number tonight.' Gentle, circular motions traveled across her shoulders as she felt Nikki began to bathe her.
"Lean up a bit baby."
Logan pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. Laying her forehead against her knees, she leaned forward, sighing at how good it felt to be so tenderly loved.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nikki dip the sponge in the water and lift it up then felt warm water cascading down her back. This was definitely heaven on earth.
Small hands patted Logan and gently guided her backwards until she was once again lying against Nikki.
Her nipples hardened as Nikki began to bathe her breasts, apparently having decided to drop the sponge and apply the more personal touch. Hands slid over and under Logan's breasts, causing her to suck in a sharp breath when soapy fingers tweaked the erect buds. Her wife's hands spent several minutes in worship of Logan's breasts before moving slowly southward.
Logan relaxed more and more as she felt Nikki's hands move across her body. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of the vanilla candles. Her breath caught when Nikki's fingers slid down her stomach and in between her legs. Logan closed her eyes as those fingers moved, eliciting the most delicious feelings and making her legs shake.
"Do you like that?"
"Umm..." Logan hummed. Nikki's fingers continued to stroke up and down and Logan's mind was dangerously close to short-circuiting.
"Feels good?"
"Hmm..." was all the sound Logan could manage as two fingers slid into her, moving in and out in a steady rhythm. Her legs stiffened when Nikki's palm circled over her clitoris and pressed down.
Nikki's fingers slid into her opening again, and moved in and out with strong strokes. Logan trembled as her inner walls tightened around Nikki's fingers. She was lost the minute Nikki took hold of her clitoris and pulled...hard. Pressing her head against Nikki's shoulder, Logan's left arm came up, circling Nikki's neck. All Logan could do was hold on for dear life as her body jerked with each stroke as she was brought hard and fast to orgasm.
Logan's legs fell open against the sides of the tub and her arms hung limply at her sides. She had no time to recover, however, before she felt Nikki's fingers begin to stroke her once again.
"Baby, please. I need a minute." Logan's body felt like jell-o. "Whatever I did to deserve this, let me know so I can do it again." Fingers took hold of her chin and Logan's head was turned towards her wife. Nikki's lips met hers in a gentle kiss. "You looked so stressed this morning. I wanted to do what I could to help you relax."
Logan chuckled. "Well, I don't think I could get any more relaxed than I am now."
"Let's get out and dry off. Dinner's ready and I've worked up quite an appetite."
Logan stood and held her hand out to her lover, smiling as she pulled Nikki to a standing position. Carefully, both women stepped out of the tub.
Logan grabbed a towel from the shelf, and knelt to dry her partner's legs. She caught the scent of Nikki's arousal and dinner was forgotten. Dropping the towel she placed her hands
on the inside of Nikki's thighs and applied gentle outward pressure.
When Nikki spread her legs, Logan closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. This was one of her favorite parts of making love with her partner. Nikki had a scent that Logan could never get enough of.
"Honey?"
Logan glanced up but didn't move her face. A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she took a long, slow lick. She wrapped strong arms around Nikki's thighs.
"I've got you, I won't let you fall."
Nikki braced herself by grabbing onto the sides of the old-fashioned vanity as her lover entered her with her tongue and began to move in and out with rapid strokes. The moans coming from Nikki gave way to full-out grunts when she pressed down on Nikki's clitoris with her thumb. Feeling the telltale signs of her wife's release, Logan tightened her hold on Nikki's thighs and drank in the juices that flowed from Nikki's body with the force of her release.
Logan gave several soft kisses to her lover's sex as she felt Nikki's body still. She slid her hands up Nikki's body as she stood. Now eye to eye with her wife, Logan gazed into her eyes, enjoying the look she found there. Times like this were when Logan really felt the closest to Nikki. No words were necessary as she wrapped her arms around the other woman's body and held her.
When her body had calmed, Nikki turned and grabbed the bottle of oil from the shelf where it had been warming.
Pouring some in her hands she said, "Turn around baby."
Nikki waited while Logan turned. Stepping up she wrapped her arms around Logan's naked body and gazed at their reflections in the full-length mirror on the wall. Her wife's body was flushed with arousal. Nikki began to rub the oil over Logan's breasts, watching Logan's facial reactions as she took her nipples between her fingers and pulled.
When Logan's hands moved up and covered hers, Nikki knew what her lover was asking, the plea in eyes reflected back to her was clear. Their fingers intertwined moving together down the strong body and stopping when they reached the vee between Logan's legs.
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