Her fingers danced quickly and effortlessly atop her laptop keyboard, her sky blue eyes not once leaving the screen. Ear buds were tucked into her ears, which were adorned with small diamond stud earrings. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back behind her into a long, neat braid. Both slim and curvy, her toned physique was traced out by her form fitting work out clothes—black leggings, a black racerback tank top covered partially with a black zip up which was now draped across the table behind her computer. She flipped a few pages in the notebook that sat beside her and kept typing. She worked tirelessly like this, only leaving her seat once in a couple hours to grab a coffee and a water from the barista. She was engrossed in her work so much that she had no idea she was being watched and admired.
Sitting adjacent and two tables back from the Blonde sat the Brunette. She had shoulder-length hair, cut in a slight bob, and dark, almond shaped eyes. Unlike the blonde, who wore no make up at all, the Brunette had long eyelashes coated in black mascara, contoured cheeks and pink-painted full lips. She was thin and fit, with few curves beyond her C cup breasts. Dressed in a knee-length form fitting pencil skirt and sleeveless blue collared dress shirt, which was tucked into her skirt, she sat with her ankles crossed, tapping one of her high heels quietly against the tile floor. She sat back, tapping her foot and sipping her Americano, watching the Blonde work on her computer. She found the Blonde to be very sexy and wondered how she could meet her, without it being too obvious that she was interested in it. At least, initially.
After wrapping up her work, the Blonde closed her laptop and slipped into her shoulder bag and stretched back on her chair, her long tan arms reaching to the sky. The Brunette, knowing her window of opportunity was closing, scribbled something onto the brown coffee house napkin and dropped it onto the Blonde’s table, winked, and pushed the large glass door open and disappeared into the sea of busy people in Downtown. The Blonde watched the Brunette as long as she could before she lost her in the crowd, and picked up the napkin. In black ink cursive it simply said “I can help you work out the kinks in your back. Good with my hands. Call me” and her number was scrawled underneath the message. The Blonde had been hit on more times than she could count or remember—when you’re a natural beauty with a killer body you find yourself at the hands of free coffee, free cab rides, secret notes left on your car and the list goes on. She couldn’t, however, remember a single time when she’d been hit on by a female… an exotic Brunette none the less. The Blonde was wrapping up her thesis for her Master’s Degree, which she would be earning in two short weeks. She had been under a tremendous amount of stress in finishing this degree and the weight of it all was slowly starting to wash away as graduation day approached. She hadn’t had any fun in ages and the times she had considered brief one-night-stands, the guys became too needy or clingy and she backed out before she could be fulfilled. Instead of tossing the phone number and note, the Blonde pocketed it and left the coffee house for home.
The Blonde was home, running her shower when she found the note in her pocket as she undressed. She smiled to herself, set it on her bathroom counter, pulled the curtain back and stepped into the steam. The hot water ran down her breasts, down her flat stomach, between her thighs and down to her feet. The warmth of the water against her cool skin gave her goosebumps. She lathered up, massaging her own plump ass and large chest. She didn’t know if it was the euphoria of nearly being done with school or the flattering note from the buxom Brunette—or maybe both—but she found herself becoming aroused. After rinsing off the lather, the Blonde stepped out of the shower and slipped into her robe. Her hair dripped down the white robe, making her nipples visible through the wet silk. She stepped into her kitchen, which was just a few feet from the bathroom in her small, downtown studio apartment, and opened a bottle of white wine. She sipped the alcohol as she stared at her phone sitting on the counter.
What the hell she thought.
She text messaged the Brunette at the number she left on the napkin. “Free tonight? I’d like to take you up on that massage.” Within a few minutes, the Brunette replied. “Free. Send me your address.” After sending her address the Brunette said she’d be over in thirty minutes. The Blonde suddenly felt nervous. She’d never had a booty call and she’d never fucked a woman before either. The glass of wine wasn’t enough to take the edge off, so she pulled a small joint out of her bedside table, lit it and took a long, deep inhale. She must have sat on the bed smoking her joint longer than she’d realized because after what seemed like just a few minutes, there was a shallow knock at her door. She glanced at her watch and it had been thirty minutes on the nose. Still wearing her bathroom and her hair now almost dry, the Blonde slowly walked to her door, took a deep breath and opened.
“You had the same idea as I did,” said the Brunette, who opened a sand colored tie-waist trench coat to expose a completely naked body underneath. The Blonde felt herself grow warm between her thighs. She’d seen women naked at her gym all the time and not until now did it make her aroused. The Brunette’s body had somewhat hypnotized the Blonde. She was thin, and fit, large breasts and toned thighs. She had a tattoo of red roses running from the top of her thigh down to a few inches above her knee. Her dark hair fell straight around her face and grazed her shoulders, her perfectly toned shoulders. Her nails were manicured and her toes were, too. She was a gorgeous, perfect specimen and the Blonde knew that the rest of the night would be purely carnal.
Not speaking a word, the Blonde took the hand of the Brunette and led her to the bed, pushed her down, dropped her robe and laid directly on top of her. She aligned her crotch to rest on the Brunette’s knee and she did the same. The slowly began rubbing their pussies on each other as they kissed one another. The Brunettes tongue looped circles around the Blonde’s tongue, her full lips covering the Blonde’s lips completely. The Blonde pulled off of the Brunette and reached for her joint. “Pass it to me next,” the Brunette said, sitting up on her knees. The Blonde relit her joint and inhaled deeply before pressing her mouth to the Brunette’s and exhaling the smoke down her throat.
“I want to taste you,” the Brunette told the Blonde as she pushed her down against the pillows and pulled her knees up around her shoulders. The Blonde closed her eyes and laid her head back into the soft pillows. She was so wet from the idea of what she was doing that she was a bit nervous she was going to cum too quickly and disappoint the sexy Brunette.
The Brunette started by dragging her tongue down the inside of the Blonde’s thigh, making her way to her folds and landing on her clit. She gently teased the Blonde’s clit by circled it with the tip of her tongue so gently that the Blonde began to shake a little. She switched from circling it to lapping it, like a kitten lapping warm milk… only this time the kitten was a busty Brunette and the milk was a wet, warm pussy. The blonde arched her back and grabbed her tits, moaning with pleasure. At one point she made the mistake of looking down between her thighs—merely seeing a naked gorgeous Goddess with her face lodged deeply into her pussy made her close to orgasm. “I’m going to cum,” the Blonde moaned loudly, her thighs now completely spread apart to make room for the ambitious Brunette, who was still eating the Blonde but also now fingering her box as well. “Make that sweet pussy cum for me,” the Brunette said, mouth and tongue still buried deep in the soaking cunt of the Blonde. A moment later the blonde shrieked loudly as she began to shutter and shift on the bed. The Brunette kept eating her until she was completely done cumming and then sat up. “You taste like cotton candy,” she smiled, licking her lips and crawling up to lie next to the Blonde. The Blonde kissed her, tasting her own juices on the Brunette, and became excited again.
“I want to taste you, now,” she said.
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