The microwave time showed it was pretty early. Too early. The hair salon didn’t even open for a couple of hours. None of this made any sense. I thought I would fully awaken in a minute or two and maybe even get a really good dream out of the whole scenario.
But it wasn’t a dream. It happened just like this.
When Ashley knocks, I am still wiping sleep from my eyes. Then it hits me. I look down and realize I’m not wearing much. Heck, we’re both girls; it’s not like she has different equipment than I do. I open the door with one hand and hold my undone bottom buttons together with my other hand trying not to expose myself too much.
“Um, sorry about the way I am dressed. I wasn’t expecting you,” I say. “Did I miss something?”
I’m trying hard to remember our conversation from last night. Did she say she was coming over and I had forgotten?
“No. I should apologize. I came in early to work today and thought I would stop by to see if you wanted to get some breakfast since you were all alone,” Ashley said.
“Um,” I look down at myself again and then up at her. She is showered and sparkling for her day of work. I can only imagine what I must look like. I’m fresh out of bed after a scintillating evening of reading sex excerpts and getting so aroused that I’d taken care of myself goodness knows how many times. Talk about sex hair. It must have been a knotted mess in the back.
“Depends,” I reply. “How much time do you have?
“A good hour or so.”
“I would love to, but how about you make some coffee and let me take a super quick shower? I look really ratty compared to you. Give me at least this much. I promise not to take long.”
“Sure. Point me in the right direction.”
I pull the coffee out of the cabinet and point to the coffee maker. “Have at it. I’ll be twenty minutes start to finish.” I hurry off to the bathroom.
I turn the water to hot and undo the two buttons that held your shirt on me. I let it fall to the ground. The hot water of the shower sweeps away last night’s activities. Usually, I like to stand under the showerhead for a few minutes so the water can run over me, soaking me to the bone. But this morning, time is not a luxury.
Another minute passes and I hear a light tapping on the door before it cracks open. Steam clouds the bathroom and I have to brush off a small fogged spot on the glass door.
“How about I help you with that?” Ashley asks.
I notice she is not waiting for my reply. She is already unzipping the back of her dress and it falls to the floor where my shirt lays crumpled. Seconds later, Ashley slips through the shower door. Two things occur to me: One, breakfast probably wasn’t in her original plan this morning; Two, Ashley is an original redhead, although I would have never guessed it from her long mane of multiple colored highlights.
She is smaller than she looks in her baggy hippy clothes. Her skin is smooth and creamy porcelain peppered by small freckles. She settles herself squarely in front of me. We are toe to toe, hip to hip, and breast to breast. Her arms reach up around me and her hands gently lean my head back into the spray of water. I feel her nipples brush against mine as she works her long fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp along the way. It feels divine. Goosebumps are a delightful way to start the day.
Ashley turns to look for the shampoo. I point to it, so relaxed. She pumps plenty into her hands and rubs her palms together briefly before reaching back up to my hair. She nudges me forward gently with her forearms, closer to her so that the shower stream is not directly in my hair. We are eye to eye, although my eyes are now closed as I try to contain my moans of gratification. I don’t know why I think I need to be so cautious since Ashley stands before me nude.
I am so relaxed I feel like I cannot hold up my head anymore. I stretch out my arms to brace myself on the shower walls on either side of Ashley. This innocent movement causes me to lean a little closer toward her. Our breasts brush against each other. Her nipples are taut little nubs, just as aroused as mine.
Ashley’s fingers are still massaging my scalp, but lower now. She is working her way toward my neck with small, firm circles. When she reaches my shoulders I know a few moans of pleasure have definitely escaped my parted lips, but Ashley says nothing. It is not as awkward as I thought it might have been. How could it be? We are two nude women in a shower together.
Her fingers slide easily in the soapy shampoo bubbles. The farther down my neck and shoulders she gets, the closer we move to one another. I can feel her breathing along my cheek. I am getting wet in a way that has nothing to do with the water trickling along my spine from the spout. Ashley’s hands slide down my shoulders and up again. She traces along my clavicle with a long, soothing stroke. Both of her soapy hands are moving up my neck, reaching in my hair with her fingertips. She gently tilts my neck. I feel her body closer to mine and her lips graze mine with her hot breath. A surge of electricity races through my body, landing with a twinge of delight at my center. I feel a rush of warm and inviting wetness.
Fingers travel down my neck and around the swell of my full breasts. Although I could really use the support of the walls at this moment, I have an uncontrollable desire to touch her skin and caress her with my palms. The feel of her soapy hands gliding along my flesh feels so erotic. I blindly pump shampoo into my own hand. With my arms around Ashley now I am able to lather the shampoo in my palms and I begin massaging her hips and butt. All the while we have begun exploring each other’s lips with our tongues.
Ashley nudges me slightly to ease me back into the water to rinse. While she is busy rinsing, I take the time to explore her firm little breasts, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She likes that. She lets out a soft moan.
The water trickling down my body is magnified a hundred times with her touch. I move out of the way of the water so she can move into it. I help rinse her while stroking her soft skin. She leans in to kiss me again. Our hands rove each other’s bodies, stroking, touching and feeling the femininity of each other’s curves, hills, and valleys. She finds my mound and slides her fingers in the shape of a “V” along my pussy lips, pressing her fingers together slightly, catching me between them. I mimic her movement with my own fingers surrounding her body. She wiggles her fingers back and forth, scissoring my pussy lips between them, stroking long and firmly. I return the favor. Soon we move against each other with heavy breaths, searching each other’s tongues for more depth.
She has me close to the edge. I press into her fingertips and tighten my ass, squeezing and pressing myself to her. I feel myself on the verge of abandon and then my orgasm consumes me. She can feel it, too. At that moment, Ashley presses herself toward my fingertips. We kiss frantically, rubbing against each other, draining the last flutters of orgasm from our bodies.
“Wow,” I say. “My boyfriend is really going to be sorry he missed this.”
“Who says he has to miss anything?” Ashley quips. There is a glint in her eye and she winks.
“I have just the thing,” I say.
We turn off the water and pat ourselves off semi-dry. I tell Ashley where a few things are and quickly get what I need to make sure you miss nothing. A simple tripod and video camera will do just the trick. I position the tripod with the best possible angle and view of the activities about to ensue in the bathtub.
The candles are lit and the Jacuzzi tub is filled. The jets churn the bubbles into full froth. Ashley brings in the iced champagne I keep in the fridge at all times for our usual Sunday morning tubs. It isn’t Sunday morning, but I don’t think you will complain. I double check the video camera and dim the lights. Good thing I grabbed the digital camera, too. I am certain we will get some great still shots for you to enjoy.
We slip down into the bubbly hot water and sip champagne after a toast directed toward you and the camera. Cheers! We lean back with our eyes closed, sinking in to relax and get the feel of our new playground. From the view of the video camera all that can be seen of us is from our clea
vage up, the hand we each hold our champagne in, and Ashley’s knee descending beneath the bubbly mix. What the camera does not capture is Ashley’s foot gliding up my inner thigh.
Her toes land softly, ascending my smooth mound with the proficiency of a seasoned climber on a treacherous slope. The pad of her foot drifts over my mound before cascading down the slippery path beneath. She gingerly wriggles her toe along my silky groove with the lightest of touches, barely skimming my perked nerve endings, causing me to squirm in anticipation of her next move.
“This gives new meaning to the term pussy-footing around,” I say. We both laugh.
Ashley continues nuzzling my already swollen lips, slipping her toe along the lubricous channel that welcomes her indulgent touch. My free hand slides over the top of her arch up her shin. The bubbly water gives her skin the luxuriant feel of silky, sexy panties, the kind of panties a woman only wears with the hope that they will be seductively removed from her body with the promise of incredible pleasure to follow.
“We aren’t giving your boyfriend a peep show this way,” Ashley says.
She leans to an upright position. The bubbles cling in flirtatious dollops along her breasts and the curve of her torso. She moves toward me, positioning her calves over my thighs with my legs spread wide beneath hers. I hear the clink of glass behind me as she places her champagne flute on the edge of the tub by the lit candles. Then she leans in for a solicitous kiss that is definitely a proposition. This is not a kiss with dancing tongues. It is deep, soothing, and delicious. Full on passionate to be exact. She winks at the camera knowing you will be watching later.
She takes the champagne from my hand, placing it beside her glass. The kiss has me completely entranced. My hands slide along the outside of her hips to her rounded bottom and I pull her closer to me. We are so close I can feel the heat from her swollen lips tumbling over mine. The stripping nature of water has no effect on the moisture deluging my hot pussy.
Ashley’s palms cradle my jaw with her fingers at the nape of my neck entangled in my wet hair. My hands wander, stroking softly the crevice running the length of her round bottom then splaying across her back. My thumbs steal around to her chest to caress the curve of her breasts while my fingers graze her. She rises up just barely, massaging my nub with her hers, rocking back and forth gently, slowly as she sucks the tip of my tongue, slipping it inside her mouth to suckle fully.
She releases my tongue and I lightly suck her bottom lip, drawing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, to the slippery slope of her soapy breasts. My tongue dances along the outline of her nipple before pulling it into my mouth with a soft nibble, gently rolling my tongue over her, then hearing her soft moans of pleasure. She is on her knees straddling my thighs with her back arched in my hands. I tease her breast, suckling her fully, taking her nipple from the bottom and pressing it to the roof of my mouth, rolling it to the tip of my tongue. Just before letting her fall from my lips, I take her in again, deeply. This time my left hand slides to her right breast and I fondle and massage her until her nipple is a hardened peak begging to be suckled. My hand trails down her center and I hear her gasp as her middle sinks to my touch. My lips move to her left breast for a repeat performance of what her right nipple just experienced.
My fingers circle Ashley’s navel, dipping in before trailing four fingers down the length of her belly. My thumb nestles against her quite swollen clit. She is very wet. Very slick. Very hot. Ashley’s hips move toward me jockeying for the best position to enhance her pleasure. My thumb circles her nub, glossing over her, dipping between her swollen lips into her steamy wetness. My palm glides over her mound making contact with her clit with every plunge of my thumb inside her, stroking her, feeling her muscles clench as she takes me in. I withdraw my thumb, turning my hand to stroke her with my fingers. One on each slick side of her inner lips with long, firm strokes until finally I slip two fingers inside her to stroke her softly from the inside. My thumb circles and caresses her engorged pussy lips.
Ashley pulls back on my hair at the nape of my neck, bringing my lips to hers, open and wanting. As I continue to stroke her and her hips move feverishly against my palm and fingers, I feel her muscles tighten in pleasurable release. I hear her muffled moans through our deep kisses and the vibrations in my own throat.
She pulls away from my lips slightly with a satisfied grin across her face. She releases her grip on my neck and reaches for the champagne glasses. After handing me a glass she looks toward the video camera.
“Stay tuned. That’s not all of the show. One of these days you’ll have to join us.”
We giggle and clink our glasses before quenching our thirst, but not our desire.
MUSSED DO ME
3-1/2 ounces Brut Champagne
1 ounce Simple Syrup
1/2 ounce Fresh Lime Juice
Lime Twist or Quartered Lime Wheel
Place simple syrup
and lime juice in a
cocktail shaker filled two-thirds
full of ice. Shake until well chilled.
Strain into chilled champagne flute. Top with
chilled champagne or sparkling wine. Garnish with a
lime twist floated in the drink or quartered lime wheel
on the glass rim.
Mussed Do Me is an enchanting sweetened lime champagne cocktail. It keeps the occasion light and bubbly, sparkling and playful. Mussed Do Me is a must try cocktail for anyone who wants to add a little twinkle to their late night happy hours.
THE PROPOSITION
2 ounces Brut Champagne
1 ounce Orange Juice
3/4 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice
3/4 ounce Simple Syrup
Granulated Sugar
Lemon Wheel
Place sugar on a
shallow plate. Rim a
martini glass lip with a fresh
lemon wedge. Dip into sugar. Set aside.
Place juices and simple syrup in a cocktail shaker filled two-thirds full of ice. Shake until well chilled. Strain into prepared sugar-rimmed martini glass. Top with chilled champagne or sparkling wine. Float a thin sliced lemon wheel on top of cocktail.
The Proposition is a delicious offer you won’t want to refuse. This is a mouth-watering, lick-your-lips kind of sparkling lemon drop drink with slight orange citrus flavor. I propose sharing this cocktail with someone special and leave the lick-your-lips option as part of a shared taste test.
CAN I?
It’s a lazy weekend mid-afternoon. We are two adults in a quiet loft, lying on the sofa, making out like teenagers. I would not usually make the analogy to teenagers, but our clothing is intact with our bodies rubbing against one another. We touch through fabric, lusting after each other, kissing, licking and tasting lips, tongues, necks. Our chemistry heats the room and, with fully clothed bodies, we maneuver for the best feel-good position.
My hands rove over your pecs, abs, and the bulge of your jeans. I rub and grind my mound into your bulge searching for satisfaction. Your hands and palms skim my sides with thumbs playing over my covered nipples, abrading them with rough sensation. If only you would pinch, roll and lick at them flesh to flesh. I want you to suck them and to feel the moist warmth of your mouth consuming my breasts. I press into you harder, wanting so much more.
Your hands stop moving. Your lips pause on mine. You look directly into my eyes. And then I hear the most erotic words ever whispered.
“Can I?”
This moment, your request for permission, is the most sensual expression of passion I have ever heard. Your request flutters within me. I nod in assent, unable to utter a sound as desire surpasses my ability to speak.
You gently turn me on my back and raise my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. Atop of me, your eyes admire my breasts while your hands cup them. You have always told me how beautiful I am, but your eyes make promises your words simply can’t rival.
Leaning towards my breasts you lavish them with tender kisses. Yo
u begin between my breasts with soft kisses and strokes of liquid tongue. With one swoop, you leisurely circle my left breast, twirling to the tip until the point of your tongue meets my nipple’s tip. You kiss me softly like the tip of a soft serve ice cream cone, drawing the tip to a cherry pink nub. Taking my pert nipple within your lips again, you lure me in deeply with your seductive tongue, suckling and rolling it. The feeling is divine. Your generosity abounds as you shift to my right breast and nipple, engulfing me in this rapturous bliss.
Your fingers ease down my tummy, skimming over the groove of my navel before skillfully releasing the button of my jean shorts. Silently the zipper glides down, opening its teeth in acceptance. I feel your palm enter flatly and caress my flesh, gently, slowly. There is no hurry as before when we were fully clothed…before you asked. I have fully surrendered to you, relinquishing my power as the aggressor. The waves of heated blush are already beginning to tumble forth from my dampened pussy. Everywhere your lips and fingers touch, a surge of fiery energy ripples through me like a quiet storm thundering on the horizon.
You rise above me, slipping both hands into the opening of my shorts and over my hips. My hips lift and you easily slide my shorts over my ass and down my legs. I lift my knee, exposing all of my nakedness to you. I am bare, fully open to you. You place your palm over my mound and hold me for a slight moment before bending to place a feather-light kiss to my lips. You stir my inner soul, and I reach for you. I cannot resist you. Together we remove your t-shirt and I feel your chest with my hands. I rub my breasts against you feeling the friction between our bodies. You have already begun removing your shorts. I help you finish by slipping my toe in the waist band once they are at your knees. I flip them to the floor.
We are nude and you are between my knees. You are magnificent. Your cock is hard and raging. I slip my hand around you, sliding my palm down the smooth length of your cock as my thumb slides over the slippery head. You feel feverish in your arousal. I feel you surge, pulse and throb.
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