A Sapphic Affair

by Cammie Cummins

  Cassie set the bottle on the ledge and I handed her one of the flutes.

  “So I’m a disgruntled customer you need to satisfy.”

  She smiled. “Something like that.”

  We laughed, toasted, and drank. The bubbly was beyond wonderful.

  I leaned my head back against the rounded lip of the tub, holding my champagne up above the water line and stared up at the stars in the sky. A plane roared overhead. It’s lights twinkling in the night sky. “This is nice.”

  “I think you said that already.”

  “It deserves repeating.” I lolled my head to look at her. “Thank you for this, Cassie.”

  “You seemed like you needed it. Besides, I like having the company.” She took a sip of champagne. “It can get lonely coming up here all alone.”

  “Don’t you have anyone?”

  “No, not really.”

  “A pretty girl like you? I find that hard to believe.”

  She shrugged. The movement rippled the still water. “I know, right.”

  We sat in silence for a while, drinking in the moment and the champagne.

  After a few refills, Cassie put her glass aside. We sat close enough that our shoulders occasionally touches. Each contact sent an electric surge through me, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

  What was that all about?

  Then it happened. What I deep down knew—but had been denying—would happen. Cassie kissed my wet shoulder. It was just a peck. Platonic. Nothing to it.

  Yeah, right. Testing the waters was more like it.

  Her next kiss she planted on the side of my neck.

  That made my breath catch.

  Her hand slipped across my wet back as she showered my neck with noisy kisses.

  I closed my eyes and lolled my neck, giving her greater access, encouraging her though I’d never done anything like this before. And I had to admit: It didn’t feel horrible.

  I turned into her and her hand roamed over my throat, slid up the side of my cheek, dripping hot water as she turned my face into her hers, and her mouth found mine. Our lips opened and her tongue slipped wetly into my mouth.

  I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on by a kiss before.

  The night air was filled with the sounds of our kissing, our soft moans, and the faint background noise of traffic far, far below us. Also the rustling of exotic palm leaves.

  Cassie slipped her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, around my waists, and pulled me into an embrace. Our naked breasts rubbed wetly together. My nipples grew hard as pebbles and I could feel Cassie’s dark nipples raking across my flesh.

  Her touch, her feel, her kisses—to say it excited me would be the ultimate in understatements.

  As our kissing intensified, we squirmed in each other’s arms. Our slick skin slippery wet and warm. Our breathing grew heavier, our moans deeper, the hot water roiled and splashed.

  Cassie swung around and sat on my lap, facing me.

  Her hands caressed my shoulders. I ran my hands through her dark, wet-tipped hair. She pressed her lips hard against mine. Her tongue plunged deep in my mouth. She began to slip off my lap. I grabbed her ass with my hands and with a firm grip, pulled her back. Her tits rubbed across mine.

  She reached a hand down between us. She cupped my sex.

  I gasped.

  She giggled against my mouth. Without breaking contact, she asked, “You like that?”

  “Uh huh.”

  Her finger slipped between my pussy lips.

  “Ooh!” I shuttered.

  “Feel good?”

  “Uh huh.”

  She crooked her finger, inserting it inside me. I tensed and jumped.

  I had one hand gripping her ass and the other around the back of her neck. I stroked her cheek with my thumb and tried to pull my head back. I needed a breather.

  “Cassie.”

  Her finger still inside me, reaching and wiggling.

  “Uh, Cassie.”

  I clutched my ass cheeks and splashed one hand down into the water. My hand on the seat under me, palm down. I gripped it as I lifted my ass off the molded plastic.

  “Oh, Cassie! I…I…”

  She stopped wagging her finger but kept it buried inside me.

  “You don’t like that?” She gave me a pouty face.

  “No, the opposite. I,” I swallowed. “I love it, but thought…”

  I looked around.

  “Is there somewhere we can go?” I asked. “Somewhere less…wet.”

  “You don’t want to stop?”

  “I…” I shook my head. “No. I’m just nervous someone might…can we go somewhere more private?”

  Cassie smiled. “Sure. I’ve got just the place.”

  She swam away and climbed out. Her wet body glistened in the pale glow of the swaying lantern lights. Water cascaded down off her gleaming limbs and body. She shivered in the cooler night air and crossed to the bar where she found and returned with two large, fluffy towels.

  She handed one to me as I stepped dripping from the tub.

  I wrapped the towel around me and used one end to rub at the damp hair at the back of my neck. Cassie scrubbed her body dry, raising goosebumps on her flesh and stiffening her brown nipples until they were hard as little rocks. She dried the ends of her long, damp hair and then tossed the wet towel back behind the bar.

  She started to get dressed and I followed suit.

  “Got everything?” she asked when it appeared we were both ready.

  “I do,” I said, stuffing my panties into my purse and looked around.

  I followed Cassie to the elevator, her tight little ass swishing back and forth. The thought that a few minutes ago, it was sitting naked on my lap sent a warm shiver through me.

  Inside the elevator, Cassie pressed the button for the twenty-second floor.

  I asked, “Not the lobby?”

  “The hotel makes a room available for me, unless they’re booked up.” she smiled. “Luckily for us, tonight, they’re not.”

  The elevator came to a silent stop, pinged, and the doors slid open.

  We made our way through the deserted hallway hand in hand, Cassie leading the way as she had all night. She walked barefoot, carrying her shoes.

  “I have to tell you, Cassie, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  Our fingers entwined in a single fist, she swung my arm. “Me either.”

  “Really?”

  “Seriously. Not a lot of people like you come into the bar, not unattached anyway.”

  “Like me how?”

  “You know. Beautiful, funny, sophisticated.” She gave me elevator eyes, smiling. “Sexy.”

  We stopped at room 2207.

  “You really think I’m sexy?” I’d been feeling so old, so worn out by life, so down on myself, I was stunned by that, and thrilled. “And beautiful?”

  She pressed me against the wall. Her hand on my hip, the other one snaked up around my neck and under my hair. “I think you’re a knockout, Cheryl. That guy of yours, any guy or girl, would be crazy to not fall head of heels for you. I saw that the second you walked into my bar.”

  Shorter than I, Cassie had to step up on her tippy toes.

  I wrapped my arms around her body and leaned down. We kissed.

  Her hand reached around and squeezed my butt.

  With two hands I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up hard against me too.

  When we broke for air, short of breath, I said, “When I told you I’d never done this before, I meant I’ve never been with a woman before.”

  “Oh. Um, you’re okay with it, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah. I am. Really. I’m just…a little nervous, you know.”

  “Sure. We’ll take it slow. See how it goes.” She took my hand and squeezed it. “If you get uncomfortable, don’t want to do something, you let me know, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  She smiled reassuringly and dug her card key from her purse. She swiped i
t over the lock and the door clicked. Cassie pushed it open and turned on the lights inside.

  I came up behind her and whistled.

  It wasn’t just a room. It was suite. There was a full kitchen to our left. A large open sitting room straight ahead with a wide panoramic view of the city, and a large bedroom/bathroom en suite that was larger than my entire apartment.

  “Cassie, this is amazing.”

  She was smiling broadly. “Yeah. It is pretty incredible isn’t it?” She dropped her purse onto a gray overstuffed chair. “Want a drink?”

  Already my head buzzed with more alcohol than I normally drink. So I said no, right? Naw. “Only if you are.”

  She went to the kitchen and I heard cabinets opening and banging closed, ice dumping into glasses, liquor being poured while I walked around the suite. The cost for such a room had to be close to four figures.

  Cassie came up behind me. She handed me a cold tumbler glass three-quarters full with an amber liquid. “Bourbon.” She took a sip of her drink. “Twelve hundred in season, nine hundred regularly.”

  “What?” I said over the rim of my glass. The ice rattled as I tilted the glass.

  “The room. Thought you’d be wondering what it cost to stay here.”

  I nodded. “You must be a mind reader.”

  “I am.” She turned toward me and put her glass down on the side table between a set of club chairs under the panoramic view of the city. “And I know what you’re thinking at this exact moment.”

  “You do, do you?” I set my glass down beside hers.

  She moved in closer to me. “I do.”

  “Tell me.”

  She brushed an errant hair from my face. As she spoke I could feel the hotness of her breath caress my cheek. “You’re wondering when this naughty bartender will kiss you again.”

  “You think that’s what I’m thinking?”

  “I do. It is.”

  I looked her over. I stepped in closer. I put my hand on her hip. In for a penny, I thought. “Actually I was wondering what it would feel like to put my fingers where you put yours earlier.”

  She kissed me and ran her hand down my arm, raising goose-bumps.

  Her halter top was too short to tuck into her skirt. While we kissed I put my hand on her flat belly then I slipped it down under her waistband. She grabbed my wrist, stopping me from exploring further.

  She pulled my hand from her skirt, kissed my palm. “We should go to the sofa and get comfortable.” Still holding my hand she led me to the sofa where we sat, facing each other, with our legs drawn up onto the velvety soft cushions.

  Cassie snaked an arm around the small of my back. She leaned in and showered me with kisses while gently urging me to lie back until my head rested on the padded arm rest. She pulled my leg up and ran her hand over my outer thigh.

  She kissed my bare shoulder then moved her mouth lower, kissing my breasts through my blouse. I hadn’t replaced my bra when we left the pool. My nipples responded immediately.

  Not sure what I should do, I laid there while Cassie peeled my blouse off my shoulders and dragged it down to my waist, exposing my boobs. She caressed one, circling her finger over my nipple. Then she did the same to the other one. “Damn, these are magnificent.”

  My face got hot. I was blushing.

  “Come on. Take yours off too.”

  Cassie sat back and unbuttoned the three buttons below her breasts and pulled the material back. Her dark nipples were already stiff.

  She leaned back in to me, cupped a boob, caressing it, and kissed me again.

  I was breathless and light headed, and I don’t think it all had to do with the booze.

  I leaned in and kissed her back.

  Then she went back to work on my nipples, this time using her mouth, kissing and suckling, using the tip of her tongue to drive me crazy.

  “That feels wonderful.”

  Cassie didn’t reply. She just hopscotched from one nipple to the other—kissing, licking, sucking—while I fell deeper and deeper into a blissful abyss.

  I ran my hand along her arm, raising the pale, fine hairs on her forearm.

  She ran her hand along my outer thigh. Her touch tingled even through the denim of my jeans. With dreamy eyes she stared at my tits, wet and glistening in the light of the room. She looked up at my face, deep into my eyes.

  “You’re okay with this?”

  “I am. Why?”

  “I want to be sure.”

  “No. I’m good. You make me feel totally comfortable.”

  I raked Cassie’s body with my eyes. Her perfectly pert breasts once more caught my attention. They were just so perfect.

  “You’ve got beautiful tits,” I said.

  She looked down at herself and frowned. Then she slapped at one. “These tiny things?”

  “They’re perfect.”

  “You really thing so?”

  I smiled at her. “I wouldn’t have said so if I didn’t think it was true.”

  She sort of shrugged. “Okay. You want to touch them?”

  “Um, Sure.”

  Cassie took my hand and placed it over her right breast. She pressed it into her firm mound. Her stiff nipple poked hard against the palm of my hand. My hand covered the whole thing.

  “That feels nice.”

  “For me too.” She left my hand there and finger combed my hair out of my eyes. Then she kissed me.

  I moved my hand over her body, caressing her back and then pulled her into an embrace. Our breasts mashed together as our kisses got deeper, more passionate, louder. Cassie squirmed against me and the feel of her flesh rubbing against mine was like fire.

  “Maybe,” she said, between kisses, “we should go into the bedroom. You said you wanted to be more comfortable.”

  “Okay,” I said, submissive and willing to be led anywhere at that point.

  We left our tops and our drinks and crossed the spacious suite to the double French doors and went into the equally cavernous bedroom. A large circular bed filled the room. Covered in a white puffy, lace comforter the bed was buried under a plethora of multi-colored pillows.

  Cassie gently pushed me down on the bed so my legs hung off the side—is there a side to a circular bed—and went to work unbuttoning my jeans. She tugged the zipper open. Then she jerked my jeans off my hips.

  I lifted my ass into the air to help.

  She peeled my tight skinny jeans down my legs, leaving me completely naked and exposed on the bed as my panties were in my purse, stuffed there from our earlier hot tub excursion.

  As she looked me over, Cassie smiled. “I thought you had a Brazilian but the way you jumped into the hot tub so damn fast I couldn’t tell.”

  “Not even when you stuck your finger inside me,” I asked.

  Cassie gave me a mischievous look. “My focus was a little further south than your shaven bush.” She gave a little cat growl.

  She pushed my knees apart and leaned down in between my legs. “That shitty boyfriend of yours any good at eating pussy?”

  I gasped. Her hot breath caressed the flesh of my inner thighs. I tucked my chin into my chest so I could watch her head bob between my legs. “Um, no, actually, he sucked at it.”

  “Figures.” She popped her pretty eyebrows up and down. “Then you’re in for a treat, ’cause licking pussy is a specialty of mine.”

  I shuddered in anticipation. I didn’t have to wait long.

  “Such a pretty pussy,” she said as she rubbed her hand over my bald mound. The waxing was fresh so the area above my sex was baby-skin smooth. It was something my boyfriend insisted on—perv—but something I loved. The feel of my shaved pussy against my silk undies and especially when I went commando felt so naughty it often got me wet just walking around.

  Almost as wet as I was now.

  Cassie dove into my sex with her tongue.

  I yelped and shuddered. Oh my God.

  It had been so long since—I’d almost forgotten how good it felt.

 
; I moaned. “Oh, yes.”

  And Cassie was right. She was fucking awesome at it.

  I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch her dark head slide up and down between my spread legs. Her tongue spread my pussy lips and licked lasciviously at my dripping sex. She found my clit and teased it with her tongue. I dropped my head back and cried out.

  Cassie used her thumb to replace her tongue, rubbing the pad of it fast over my slick hole. It was driving me crazy. I squirmed and bucked. Then she went back to using her tongue, circling and licking at my clit. She flicked the tip of tongue, teasing it. That sent shockwaves through me. They were like tiny electric pulses shooting exploding fireworks through every nerve ending in my body. My entire skin tingled.

  “Oh my gosh, that feels so good.”

  “Your pussy is so pretty.” She rubbed her thumb over it again. “You taste so good.”

  She kissed around my sex, her lips making quiet smacking sounds.

  She went back to teasing my clit.

  My breathing started to come in greater gasps and my moans grew louder.

  “You like?” she asked between tiny bites on my clit with her lips.

  “Oh, oh, ohhhh, yeah.”

  She pressed her thumb into the hood of my clit and rubbed it in tiny circles.

  I gasped and my body convulsed.

  “Oh, you like that,” she cooed.

  “I do,” I panted, breathless.

  She looked up from my bald mound, at my face over my big boobs, my nipples hard and pointing straight up at the ceiling. I bit my lower lip, wondering what she’d do next. My body quivered in anticipation, like gelatin.

  “You want to know what it tastes like?”

  I swallowed, not sure, but said, “Yes.”

  Cassie slithered out from between my legs and stood up. She reached out a hand and pulled me up into a sitting position. Then she stepped in between my spread legs and wiggled her hips as she pushed her skirt down her legs.

  Cassie turned so she faced me full on, her pretty pussy practically in my face. Her brown patch was trimmed to a perfect triangle that pointed down to her sweet sex below. I caught a whiff of her scent and nearly swooned.

  She flicked my hair back off my neck and rested her warm hands on my shoulders. “You’ve seriously never been with a girl before?”

  “No. Never.” Yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her pussy. My mouth watered.