Events Out of Control (Holly Craig Erotica)

by Jodie Halliday

  The dim lighting, the soft music and the effects of the wine all contributed to Holly’s sense of pleasure which was further heightened when she opened her eyes and saw Maggie’s little black knickers poking out from under her dress. She felt Maggie’s finger slide under the material and pull her knickers aside and braced herself for bliss as the warm tongue licked from her thigh down over her outer lip. A deep surge echoed around her stomach making her shudder with delight as another sweep of Maggie’s tongue flicked inside her pussy, teasing out the free-flowing juices. She felt Maggie tugging at her knickers and raised her buttocks, allowing her to pull them down but Maggie stopped them at her knees, spreading her legs again to keep them there. Maggie guided her buttocks up again with one hand and while Holly responded she slipped a large cushion underneath her, elevating her and making it much easier for Maggie to lick along the whole length of her pussy. The feeling of having the girl right between her legs was exquisite. Maggie slid between Holly’s pussy and her knickers and licked her slowly, from her vagina up to just below her clit, avoiding the sensitive area until she was ready. With the cushion underneath her, Holly was able to open her legs even wider which stretched her knickers, and she realised that whether intended or not, by pulling her knickers towards her buttocks she could trap that hot little vacuum cleaner against her sex. She pulled and Maggie squealed but didn’t stop. She stabbed at her clit with her tongue as a reward and then with a little contortion slipped two fingers into Holly’s pussy. They felt so soft, perfect for her size and Holly loved the way they wriggled around. She purred with delight as her arousal quickly increased and at that point she knew she was going to come in Maggie’s face. She maximized the feeling of the girl’s fingers inside her by opening her legs as wide as possible, which also pulled Maggie tight against her pussy and Holly was soon past caring about her welfare and only intent on coming. She was breathing hard now and had no need for masturbatory fantasies, just the ability to hold on to the sofa and keep Maggie jammed against her newly shaved pussy. The fingers were wriggling again, feeling around in her sopping vagina as they slid in and out with increasing force. It felt a thousand times better than when she did it to herself and so completely different from Ricky and his lovely cock.

  “Fuck Mags, I’m gonna come!” she shouted, her buttocks bouncing up and down on the cushion. It was then that she felt her tongue on her clit, joined by a soft, wet thumb that competed for access to her hard little center of pleasure. She shrieked again, her head flung back against the sofa as Maggie thrust her fingers deeper and harder inside her while teasing and licking her clit. “Babe!” cried Holly as the first little wave arrived. She had visions of the fingers inside her, sticky, pounding her like a cock, then of Ricky’s cock and then, as she mounted the final steps to orgasm, she pictured Ricky by her side, watching as Maggie made her come. Holly cried out a single, long desperate gasp as she came and Maggie kept licking and pounding into her, riding the orgasm with her and timing her strokes perfectly as though they were her own. She shook, shivered and babbled even as Maggie slipped out from under her knickers and gasped for breath. Holly dug her nails into Maggie’s shoulder and pulled her towards her, kissing her hard as she fell between Holly’s open legs. She tasted herself again and the thrill rippled through her sensitised body as she pushed her tongue into Maggie’s mouth, demanding every last drop.

  Their kisses became less intense as Holly calmed down and pulled Maggie close to her, partially to keep her warm as she felt cool lying there on the sofa. Maggie reached down under Holly’s dress and with a mischievous look in her eye, tugged her knickers down over her feet and threw them on to the carpet. She reached over to the table, grabbed the two mugs of tea and handed Holly’s to her.

  “Hmm, it’s a bit cold but not bad tea actually,” said Holly.

  “I adore your dress Hol.”

  Holly smiled in appreciation. “Yours is pretty stunning too.”

  “Haven’t worn it for ages, a couple of years at least.”

  “You look hot in it.”

  “Wanna jump in your bath?”

  “Ooh yeah, might as well use it. Don’t think I’ve had a bath for ages!”

  Holly got up off the sofa and moved the cushion back against the arm, then casually flipped it around to hide the huge damp patch. Maggie brought her bag with her and they turned on the water for the bath and sat on the side, watching it fill.

  Maggie unbuckled her shoes and stood. “Back in a moment.” She left the room and Holly assumed she needed the toilet so she monitored the water and adjusted the temperature whenever it felt too cold. Maggie returned just as Holly turned off the taps, thinking that once they were both in the bath the water was going to be close to overflowing. Maggie had two champagne glasses in her hand, filled and bubbling.

  “Oh, where did you find that?”

  “In your fridge.”

  “I have a fridge?”

  “Yeah, under the counter in the kitchen.”

  “Jeez how much is that going to cost me?”

  “It had better be struck from the bill or Blockchain will be complaining! Cheers!”

  “Cheers!”

  They sipped the wine and Holly stood, shucking her dress off onto the floor and turning to allow Maggie to undo her bra. She shivered with delight as Maggie kissed her neck.

  “Hol, one more thing.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a flat packet with a rose on the front. With her finger she slit the top, reached inside and pulled out what looked like rose petals. “Here, for the bath, just like in the adverts!”

  Holly giggled and was touched by the romantic thought. She dropped a few on the surface of the water and immediately caught their scent. “Where did you get them?”

  “Back home, there’s a store that specializes in stuff for the bathroom.”

  Holly put her champagne down on the side of the bath and undid Maggie’s bra then knelt on the floor in front of her. She felt the smoothness of her stockings and slowly pulled each one down, helping her out of them before returning her attention to her knickers. The indentation of her pussy lips was clear, as was the shiny streak between the little bulges of her lips which betrayed her arousal. Holly touched her pussy gently, looking up into Maggie’s eyes as both girls sighed with pleasure. Holly slipped her little black knickers down her legs and looked back up to her sex, knowing that at last she was going to taste a girl for the very first time. Maggie helped her to stand and they stepped into the bath, slowly sinking at opposite ends and sipping their champagne once again.

  “Mags, these petals, when did you get them?”

  Maggie looked at the surface and the red shapes which floated around them. She shrugged. “A week ago maybe.”

  “But.” Said Holly, stumbling as she thought. “You were going to use them with Andrew, right, have a romantic bath with him?”

  Maggie breathed in deeply, gulped her champagne and put it down. She looked up at Holly and shook her head. “Hol, I bought them in case we did just this.”

  “Oh Mags! Before the Bahamas!”

  “Oh yeah, I prayed this would happen but on its own, just between us. Andrew would have been fine with it but the PDS made it happen far faster than I could have dreamed of.”

  “Maggie, I felt the same way, after the bikini swap, remember? I remember being on the plane, closing my eyes and trying to remember every little detail, every look on your face when we were in your room.”

  “Hol, I thought that it all gone wrong on Sunday night. That you’d be packed off back to the office and I’d never see you again. But there was one thing that gave me hope that night. Do you remember when I felt your pussy and you were soaking wet, and what you said had done it?”

  “Your kiss” said Holly, smiling at the memory.

  “Yeah, and I just wanted to leap for joy, but your pain and suffering was breaking my heart and I knew I had to fix that stupid thing to keep you here. That was as much motivation as the event!”

  Holly scoote
d forward and held Maggie in her arms, kissing her as the water and petals rolled over their skin. Maggie pulled Holly round and they lay side by side, bracing their feet against the end of the bath to prevent themselves drowning. Maggie held Holly’s breast and kissed her gently.

  “So were other Bahamas trips so dramatic?” asked Holly, curious about their lifestyle.

  “There has only been that other one about three years ago, the cello girl. She was young, eighteen plus a few days and naïve. Lovely long blonde hair, very clever girl. She understood the deal, no pain, no public stuff, you know. She came up to our room.”

  “Wasn’t there a chaperone or something?”

  “Yeah, but only one for the whole orchestra. I think she said she was going to have a shower. Which was true, it just happened in our suite. Hol, she was stunning but far too young. We undressed her between us. Tiny little boobs in a trainer bra, perfect pussy with a minute amount of soft blonde hair. Andrew let her undress him and in fact she was far more interested in him than me so I got naked and sat outside the shower, watching.”

  “Mags, this is hot stuff!”

  “Yeah, but it was so risky. Stupid thing to do. Andrew didn’t want to have sex with her in case he tore her and made her bleed, and so I went down on her and she giggled most of the time which ticked me off. Eventually Andrew and I made love on the bed, partly to let her see what happens. We flipped over so I was on my back and I grabbed her and kissed her. I could see she had her fingers deep inside her pussy and she came just as we did, most likely because of all the noise we were making.”

  “That was sensible of Andrew though.”

  “Yeah, he has always taken his time when it matters.”

  “With you too?”

  “Oh yeah. First time I saw him was when I was sixteen. I had a summer job at Banking Technology. He didn’t even talk to me that year but I know he noticed me. I had another internship back there the next year and I worked directly with the CIO to develop some new technology. Ticked a few people off as it was actually a patentable product and he and I worked solely on it for about six weeks. Andrew wanted to know more about me and as a reward we had dinner. After that I kept in touch, emailing him ideas, designs and we had more dinners. By that time I was smitten. But he was thirty-nine, I was eighteen.”

  “That’s so romantic though!” said Holly, kissing her, encouraging her to tell the rest of the tale.

  “He took me to a conference after I left school, still eighteen mind you. Bit like this place, nice suite, big bath. And one bedroom. I knew that before we left and was fine about it. After dinner on the first night we went upstairs and I got undressed, put on something nice, then came out. He was in his dressing gown, sitting on the sofa. We cuddled, kissed and I was like you, utterly dripping wet!”

  Holly took Maggie breast in her hand and squeezed as she kissed her lips, needing to reward her for the story and insight.

  “I knew we were going to make love. We had discussed in a roundabout way whether I was on the pill, which I was. I had one boyfriend before Andrew, nice guy, I actually came when he made me a woman!”

  “Wow, lucky you.”

  “Yeah, right? I was sitting on Andrew’s lap as we watched TV and he flipped me onto my stomach like I was a little rag doll. He pulled me up and kissed my pussy all the way up and over.” Maggie laughed, knowing the next line. “When he licked my butt I knew I would marry him! That’s also just about the time I first saw his cock.”

  Holly’s hand slid down between Maggie’s legs and felt between her legs. The girl sighed with pleasure and kissed her before continuing.

  “He wasn’t ready though. He made me sit in the chair by the window, a big comfy chair, and put my legs over the arms. I don’t think anyone could see in through the windows as they were tinted but what did I know at eighteen? Hol, he shaved my pussy, wiped me clean then very carefully entered me. The chair was filthy with shaving foam and me dripping all over it, but I know now that he loved the idea. He just bent my legs back over to my shoulders and fucked me slowly. God knows how many times I came but he was so damn big inside me and yet after a minute or two I knew he wasn’t going to wreck me, you know?”

  “That’s such a happy ending!”

  “Yeah, about six months later we were married. My friends and especially my Mum kept asking me if I was sure because I was so young, why not wait and other advice. What they really meant was he was twice my age. I so much wanted to tell them that he licked my butt on our first date but didn’t!”

  “There were other attractions too though, I’m sure.”

  “Yeah, of course. He liked my brain, my math and computing skills. He put me through university which my parents couldn’t afford. He also quite liked my body! For me though I liked his drive and the fact that he seemed to be able to turn technology into businesses. Hol, he likes bright people, which is why he really, really likes you.”

  “Oh Mags, that’s so sweet.” Holly reached down and turned the hot tap on. Maggie sipped her champagne and reached out to her bag, then placed the shaving foam and two razors on the edge of the bath. Holly felt down between her legs and didn’t think she could detect any hair at all, it was still baby-smooth.

  Maggie smiled and sat in the corner of the bath. “No, for me. Look,” she said, resting her feet on the edges. She ran her hand over her pussy and Holly shifted closer. She reached out and touched above her clit, feeling a little growth beneath her fingers.

  “Hmm, not much.”

  “Hol, please?”

  “You want me to do it?” asked Holly, surprised but almost immediately excited by the thought. “I might hurt you!”

  “No you won’t, I promise.”

  Holly giggled, took the can and shook it, then took the protective cover off a razor, looked at it then back up at Maggie. “You’re sure about this, right?”

  Maggie nodded and Holly shook the can again. She knelt in the bath and looked at Maggie’s pussy. It was petite, fully aroused with the inner lips flowering out to reveal her vagina. Dreamily, Holly reached out and gently touched her, feeling the warm skin and slippery texture. “This is what I look like too, right?” asked Holly.

  “Yeah, I think we’re almost identical. Haven’t you looked at yourself in a mirror?”

  “Maybe once or twice, but there’s not much to see, nothing really changes does it?”

  “Not even when you get yourself off?”

  “No! No way!” Holly laughed at the thought but still didn’t think it would be a turn on for her. She squirted some foam into her palm and then carefully applied it to the area above Maggie’s clit and spread it down either side of her pussy. She rinsed her fingers then looked up. “Ready?”

  “Yeah!”

  Holly set to work, gingerly shaving with the same care and speed that Andrew and Maggie had done, working in short strokes and confirming that the resulting skin was smooth. The shape of Maggie’s pussy lips was distracting though as they lay in a sea of white foam, so very delicate, pink and begging for her tongue. Holly knew that she would taste them within minutes and that her tongue would at last be able to seek out the source of that nectar that she craved. She finished the wide area above Maggie’s clit and shaved very carefully down the right-hand side of her pussy, taking the lips in her fingers as she had felt Maggie do and very lightly shaved them. She really couldn’t see anything to remove but wanted to make sure that everything had the same silky-smooth feeling when she finished. She did the same to the left-hand side and tested them with her fingers, feeling the thrill of examining her as the lips slipped through her fingers. She tested the hair beneath her vagina and around her anus which made Maggie gasp with pleasure but there was nothing to feel there so Holly scooped up two handfuls of water and splashed it over Maggie, repeating again until all the foam had gone. She tested the feeling of her lips and decided that she was spotlessly clean, and hopefully, ready for action. She was very tempted to kiss her right then and there but decided it was better to w
ait. Maggie slid back into the water and sighed as she leaned back into Holly’s arms.

  “You’re the first girl to ever do that to me, you know?”

  “I’m so glad you did it to me though. When I woke up on this morning and touched myself I wanted to scream with happiness!” She kissed Maggie and sipped her champagne. “You know, I thought we might look at the view from the balcony.”

  “You sure it’s OK?”

  “Yes, let’s get dry and check it out.”

  They pulled on dressing gowns, grabbed the remains of their champagne and passed through the sliding doors to the balcony. Once Maggie was sitting in the chair nearest the railing Holly went back into the lounge, grabbed the cushion that already needed dry cleaning and dropped it on the ground so that she could kneel on it.

  “Hey, it’s way noisier than I thought!” said Maggie. The sound of constant traffic, shouting and music filled the darkness and Holly noticed there were more lights on now than there had been on earlier. She wasn’t quite so convinced that they couldn’t be seen but they were on the twenty-second floor so she relaxed, leaned over Maggie and kissed her mouth gently.

  She moved silently around to Maggie’s legs and knelt on the cushion. With all the time in the world she kissed her knees and pushed the dressing gown back a little, revealing her thighs. She caressed her thigh with her left hand and slowly pulled her own gown open with her right. It opened fully and she leaned forward, running her hands up towards Maggie’s sex while brushing her breasts against Maggie’s knees. A quiet groan came from above her and another as she brought her hands back to her knees but with the thumbs now touching her inner thighs. She repeated the movement, pleased with the feeling of her breasts brushing against Maggie as she slowly pushed her hands down between Maggie’s legs, gently parting them and feeling their warmth.