by Harper Bliss
I pant underneath her until I feel I can talk and move again. I could lie like this forever, protected by Giselle’s limbs after a mind-blowing orgasm, but I have my pride and I want to witness her pleasure. This time I won’t roll over without a fight.
“You’re such a top.” I turn my head to face her.
“Don’t be silly.” She traces a finger along my mouth. “You were begging for it.”
I start to protest but she moves in again, covering my mouth with hers, stifling my words.
“Please, Miss,” I say after biting her tongue playfully, causing it to disappear from my mouth. “Can I have a taste now?”
Her eyes glisten and she holds back a smile.
“What?” I start easing myself out from under her embrace.
“I do hope you give better head than you speak German.”
She bursts out laughing and I can’t control myself either. I bury my nose in her wild mane of hair and find her ear.
“I’ve had better teachers than you.”
I have my eyes back on her face just in time to see the look of playful indignation expressed in the ‘o’ of her mouth. I wink at her and move down to taste her nipples.
I cover them in hot saliva and trail my tongue along every inch of her breasts. The magnetic pull of her pussy is too strong though and I abandon her chest. I lock my eyes on hers while I travel south. Her face is bunched together in a look of pure desire, her lips puckered and open and her eyes covered by slitted eyelids. I smell her tangy juices before I taste them. I want to dive in and savour them but, if anything, I know she likes it slow so I restrain myself. I treat her inner thighs to a shower of wet kisses while my nose drinks in her heady perfume. I anticipate the special moment of licking a new lover’s pussy for the first time. The mere thought of it makes my head spin. I sat across from this woman for weeks, dreaming of this while she tried to drill the difference between ‘Die’ and ‘Der’ into my distracted brain. To bury my lips between her legs now feels like an unexpected triumph, a victory of the heart, but I’m getting slightly ahead of myself.
My tongue slicks alongside her pubic hair and I let it tickle my nose. I position my hands under her buttocks and run my thumbs over that delicate curve where the behind joins the legs. My own juices start flowing again. The memory of how Giselle slowly drove me to orgasm earlier, so controlled and confident in the outcome, nudges my clit to attention. I glance up at her and strands of hair cling to her face. I don’t have the patience to make her wait any longer. My lips swell at the prospect of licking her and I take position. I blow gently over the length of her pussy and drink in the pink glistening sight of it. I circle my tongue around her clit and the aroma of her juices unleashes a long-buried passion inside of me. No matter what stands to happen after this, it’s already much more than sex for me now.
The first contact of my tongue on her clit sends a shiver up my own spine and Giselle’s quiet moan adds to the excitement. I sense fluids trickling down my thighs. My thumbs are so close to Giselle’s pussy they’re soon covered in her wetness. I’m startled by two hands tugging at my hair, pulling my face up.
“Turn around,” Giselle hisses, her breath hitching in her throat. “Sit on my face.”
Her eyes remind me of the blue heat of a flame before it starts flickering. A little reluctantly I desert my spot between her legs. The promise of what’s to come, however, squashes that initial reaction quickly. The only thing worrying me by the time I spread my legs over Giselle’s face is I may drown her in my wetness. I bend over and focus on her upside-down pussy in front of me. I suck her clit between my lips and nibble it softly. Giselle’s hands are on my buttocks, spreading them apart and her breath caresses my pussy lips.
The sensory overload is almost too much. Giselle’s clit throbs under my nose as my own is inches away from her tongue. I lower myself some more and lick up and down her lips. I curl an arm over her hip until my fingers reach her wet entrance. I lose focus again when I feel her tongue licking and entering me. All I hear is the sound of mouths feasting on juices and tongues lapping at wetness, interspersed with soft groans. I alternately suck her lips and clit in my mouth while my fingers graze the rim of her pussy.
I inch a finger up her and as soon as I’m in, Giselle mirrors my movement. I have her inside me again and, instinctively, my body leans backwards because it wants more. But I need to concentrate on my own task before allowing myself to give in to Giselle again and shift forward to allow my fingers better access. I use two now to explore the inner sanctum of Giselle’s pussy. I flick my tongue over her clit from left to right and bury my fingers inside her as deep as possible. Giselle responds by adding a second finger as well and the tip of her tongue circles around my clit. The angle at which she comes at me from behind seems to awaken several untouched nerve-endings inside me. Before I have a chance to consider how unfair it is that she has better access, I come again with my nose buried in her lips and my fingers inside her. I can’t keep my elbows flexed and buckle down on top of her pelvis.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper to her glinting unsatisfied pussy.
Giselle gently coaxes me off her and slips from underneath my trembling legs. She crawls up towards my face and smiles. “Don’t worry. We’ll work on your stamina.”
I kiss her and taste myself on her lips. I push her down and resume my position between her legs. Obviously making me come has turned her on. Wetness oozes out of her pussy and this time I leave no room for hesitation. I gorge on her juices and lap at her pussy until her hands are in my hair again, only this time they push my head down instead of pulling it up. I nibble on her lips and let my tongue slide between her folds. I focus on her clit and lather it with tongue and lips and saliva. I don’t bother easing one finger in and start with two immediately, coaxing a husky groan from her. She thrusts up to meet my strokes and the rim of her pussy is tight around my knuckles. Her inner walls contract around my fingers and suck me in.
“Yes,” she hisses.
I increase my pace while spreading my fingers. One rubs the soft ceiling inside of her and the other goes deep until her pussy clenches my knuckles together and I can barely move my fingers.
“Oh fuck,” she screams.
I nudge her clit with my tongue and she shivers beneath me. Her hands lift up my head and I search for her eyes.
“Who has no stamina now?” I ask as I ease my fingers out and pull myself up until we’re face to face.
She smirks and cups my chin with both hands. “A for effort.”
It’s gone completely dark outside and I stretch myself against Giselle’s warm body. I rest my head on her shoulder and listen to her slow deep breaths. The air around us smells dense and lush and the only sound comes from the occasional car hissing past outside.
“Wanna go to Berghain tonight?” she asks. I don’t see her face and I can’t make out ironic inflections in her voice yet, but I presume she’s joking.
“You’ve exhausted me.”
Giselle runs her hand through my hair and stops to twirl a strand around her finger. “I’ve been having a certain fantasy of us in the dark room since I saw you exit last week.”
I pull my mouth into a smile against her naked skin. “Such inappropriate thoughts for a teacher.”
“Doesn’t everyone secretly want to fuck the teacher?”
“I can only speak for myself.” I lift myself up and turn my head. “And I sincerely hope inviting all your students up for a glass of wine is not some quirky habit you have.”
“Only the lesbians.” Her eyes glisten and mischief tugs at the corners of her mouth.
I know she’s toying with me but doubt gnaws at me. “I can see the headlines already: ‘Predatory private teacher shunned after wining and dining too many lesbian pupils.’”
“You forgot the sixty-nining.”
“No I haven’t.” I shuffle upwards on my elbows. “I’ll never forget that.”
“Let’s go to Berghain tomorrow.” She pulls my face c
lose and leans in for a kiss. “I have some more teaching to do tonight.”
Wetter
Spin class seemed to last forever. Rachel pushed down hard on the pedals, but didn’t have sufficient strength left to follow the cadence of the music. She should have gone for that long hot bath instead of rushing to the gym again. Her cat Jamie should be balancing on the edge of the tub next to her, shooting her disdainful glares every time he nearly slipped in. She was getting too old for this kind of fitness regime. Rachel looked up and, through the drops of sweat raining from her forehead, caught a glimpse of Toni’s strong arms. The instructor’s skin was soaked and her top clung to her body so tightly Rachel could make out her abs gleaming underneath. To hell with that bath, she thought, this is by far the best place to spend a Thursday night.
“Come on, Rachel,” Toni shouted, her voice brimming with authority, “try to keep up.” Rachel thanked whoever invented the spin studio for the current darkness she found herself in, obscuring the no doubt bright shade of red flushing her cheeks.
She sat in the front row, right across from Toni—not her bike of choice but her photography teacher Jimmy had taken her apart after class again.
“To discuss the shadow lines in that picture of your cat in private”, he had said, but they both knew better. Jimmy had fancied her from the start. Rachel hardly wore her sexual preference on her sleeve, but she believed that, even to the not so keen observer, it must be fairly obvious she was a lesbian. Or perhaps Jimmy liked a challenge. Thanks to him she’d arrived late at the gym and the only available spot happened to be directly opposite Toni. Rachel usually hid in the back, cultivating her crush from a safe distance, but she had to admit the view up front was much better.
“Rise,” Toni yelled dramatically and Rachel pulled herself up, clinging to one last flicker of will power, for a hill climb. Maybe she was just as bad as Jimmy, but at least her mild obsession with Toni was increasing her fitness levels. She did, however, realise you couldn’t judge a woman’s sexuality successfully if you’d only seen her in workout clothes—the margin for error was simply too big. Nevertheless, she had a good feeling about Toni, even though she didn’t know much more about her than her name. She knew she had rock hard abs though, and triceps to die for.
A current of sweat trickled down Toni’s forehead while the toned muscles of her arms bulged spectacularly as she tamed the imaginary mountain.
“Come on, team,” she shouted at the top of her voice, “one more minute and you’re free to do whatever you like.”
If only she knew, Rachel pondered, what I’d like to do to her.
Rachel, weary of people this late in the day, checked if the steam room was empty. She inwardly chuckled when she saw there was no one inside because, in life, she had learnt, it’s small signs of good fortune like this that matter most. Late night spin classes, for some reason, were quite a male affair. She’d only counted three other women in the studio—and Toni of course.
This near to closing time the female locker room was almost deserted and Rachel let her back fall lazily against the damp chair, safe in the knowledge the steam cabin was hers alone tonight. She closed her eyes and immediately visions of Toni’s sweaty arms and shoulders occupied her mind. The strength and stamina they promised filled her with both instant desire and disappointment. Sure, Rachel had been lusting after Toni long enough to acquire a more than acceptable body for a woman her age, but apart from the occasional polite chit chat before and after class, they’d hardly exchanged words.
Still, maybe it was wishful thinking, but Rachel did feel like she had some small signs to cling to. Not a class went by in which Toni didn’t call her out—not an honour bestowed on anyone. Then again, maybe it was simply a perk of being a regular. They had exchanged appreciative glances in passing in the locker room, but it was Toni’s job to train the gym’s members and guide them towards firmer bodies. So, basically, she was only acknowledging her own work.
Steam hissed around Rachel and condensation drops seeped down from the ceiling. She’d give it another minute or two and then head for the shower. At least Jamie would be waiting for her at home and he was excellent at cuddling. A soft thud caught Rachel’s attention and she opened her eyes. Seriously, she thought, someone’s really going to ruin my blissful solitude now?
“Hi,” a voice cut through the steam. Rachel couldn’t make out a face through the vapours but she would recognise that clipped low voice anywhere. Instinctively, she wrapped her towel around her chest, then changed her mind and let it slip to the side again.
“I thought you’d have perspired enough today.” Rachel fixed her eyes on Toni’s shape, which was becoming clearer by the second. Please drop the towel, she prayed.
“There’s always room for more.” Toni took the seat opposite her and unfurled the towel from her upper body.
Rachel swallowed hard and thanked all the heavens and the stars and all the gods she didn’t believe in. She tried to regain the composure she lost the instant Toni had set foot in the cabin, but the heat enveloping her and the sight of Toni’s bare breasts weren’t helping. She’d have to leave the steam room soon if she didn’t want to faint. Or maybe Toni would resort to some inspired mouth-to-mouth if she did.
“You’ve been working hard,” Toni said, her eyes focused on an area beneath Rachel’s face.
“All praise goes to this gym’s excellent instructors.”
Toni flashed her a sly smile and Rachel couldn’t keep her eyes off her instructor’s magnificent shoulders. So close, she thought as a mild dizziness crept up on her, but yet so far away.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve been in here too long.” Rachel rose and had to steady herself against the soaked wall. “I need to get out.”
“Careful.” In a split second Toni was by her side, her towel left behind on the chair. She supported Rachel’s arm and the firm grip of Toni’s fingers around her bicep made her head swim even more. “Walk slowly. I’ll escort you out.”
Not that Rachel had a plan, but still, this was not the plan. What was the point of boasting toned muscles and a lean body if you nearly lost consciousness in front of the hot instructor? She let Toni guide her out and sat down on the wooden bench flanking the cabin. She took a few sharp breaths and felt her strength return. Rachel had lost her towel along the way as well and Toni towered over her, a worried look on her face and her body covered in nothing but sweat.
“I’ll get us some fresh towels,” Toni said. “I’ll just be a minute. Will you be all right?”
Rachel nodded and watched Toni scoot off around the corner, but not before getting a decent look at her well-shaped behind. The wall clock reminded her it was half an hour to closing time and Rachel was relieved to not hear any signs of other members in the changing room. All the showers were quiet and no locker doors were being slapped shut. She only heard the sopping sound of Toni’s footsteps as she arrived with two clean towels.
“Thanks,” Rachel muttered, slightly mortified. At least she got to see Toni naked, although not in the exact circumstances she would have wished for. “Time for a shower.”
“Take the cubicle across from me,” Toni commanded in her strict teacher’s voice. “I want to keep an eye on you.” Rachel was more than willing to oblige.
The shower cubicles closed with glass shields from both sides and Toni left hers ajar, inspiring Rachel to do the same. She set the tab to cold and the water was a shock to her system. Her nipples jumped to attention and blood pulsed through her veins. It was nothing compared to the effect catching glimpses of a showering Toni had on her. A sizzling fire burned in Rachel’s belly. It was now or never. This kind of opportunity wouldn’t come knocking again anytime soon. Maybe the fuss Toni had made over her was a pure act of kindness or plain professional concern, but Rachel believed it left a lot of room for alternative interpretations. Either way, she had the dizzy card to play again.
She gaped at Toni through the crack in the shower doors, at the white foam sliding down her
skin and caressing her taut muscles. Rachel had been vaguely aware of it before, but there was no more denying it now, something was throbbing between her legs and she had twenty minutes to do something about it. She wasn’t planning on doing it herself.
“Oh,” she yelped and let her back slam against the slippery wall, making enough noise to get Toni’s attention. It only took Toni two seconds and three long strides to reach her side, her hands planted under Rachel’s armpits and her eyes scanning Rachel’s face for signs of an imminent blackout. Rachel may not have to fake that dizzy spell after all. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she took stock of the situation. Two naked women crammed together in a shower cubicle with no one else around. No, not just two women—Rachel cornered by Toni’s strong arms against the wall, which was getting colder against her hot skin. Rachel couldn’t help but notice Toni’s hard nipples, dark circles standing out against the light mocha complexion of her skin, like candy waiting to be licked.
“Shit,” Rachel whispered as she heard the door of the changing room swing open and then shut. Toni put her hand in front of Rachel’s mouth, curling her long fingers across her jaw.
“Shhht,” she hissed. “If we’re lucky, she’ll be in and out.”
Distant footsteps pattered about and Rachel prayed for them to not come any closer to the showers. Toni fixed her hazelnut eyes on Rachel, her hand still curved over Rachel’s lips. Water drummed down around them and bounced up over their feet. Things can hardly get wetter, Rachel thought, but immediately had to correct herself. It wasn’t just water from the shower seeping down her legs. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed, aching to be touched more intimately by Toni.
Toni still had one hand underneath Rachel’s armpit, but now withdrew it. She used it to shove the shower doors together and then gently ran a finger across Rachel’s collar bone. Her finger travelled between Rachel’s breasts, down to her belly. Whoever had come in was still fumbling with locker keys and Rachel heard precious seconds ticking away in her head. The presence of the other woman didn’t seem to faze Toni, who took the opportunity to drive Rachel wild by skimming just one finger over her upper body. A nail trailed over Rachel’s abs now and she was grateful for the extra crunches their body pump instructor subjected them to at the end of every class.
