I ran my hands down the length of her leg just to make sure nothing was tender. Her skin goose pimpled at my touch. As I was running my hands up her other leg my fingers caught the bottom edge of her shorts causing the one side to rise up revealing more of her golden and newly discovered soft skin. I was both dismayed and provoked seeing some bruising on her upper thigh that looked like fingers. When I asked her about them she blushed a deep pink but instead of averting her eyes in embarrassment, she held my gaze and said a recent lover. My knees almost gave out.
Digging my nails into the sheet on the bed I steadied myself and my breath. I quickly pulled the privacy curtain around her bed. I heard her shift on the bed and before I turned around I felt her hot hand scorch the skin on my hip through my uniform. Her fingers pressed into my flesh and she slowly turned me around to face her. Bold. I like this. Usually it’s my role to teach, to caress, to bring some pressure, to bring pleasure. After she had me turned towards her, the hand at my hip moved and caressed my ass. Rub rub squeeze. Circle circle pinch. Ohhhh! Then she sat up off the bed. Swiveled around until her legs were on either side of me trapping me.
Her face came right up to my chest. She leaned in. I thought she was going to dive right in but she paused just shy of the strained buttons and inhaled deeply. Who knew that could be such an aphrodisiac! It took all my strength not to grab her hair and tug it hard.
Later. I’ll do that later. When she’s begging for it. Instead I move almost imperceptibly closer so that her nose is now touching my uniform mere millimeters from my bulbous, soft, fleshy mounds. Expecting her to pull away, I’m thrilled when she pushes forward, nestling her face between my breasts, and moves one of her hands from my ass to my back in order to keep me from pulling away. Like I had any intention of doing that! The button on my uniform is strained so much that the slightest downward movement over her nose pops it open freeing my white-laced breasts.
First, she inspects the edge of the bra with her nose, continuing the intake of my scent. With her head so close to my own nose I can’t help but take in her scent as well. Mmmmm. I wonder if I’ve ever smelled anything so delicious, so intoxicating. She’s a heady combination of delicate flowers, sex, and her. I think my knees are going to give again. I grab on to her shoulders for support slightly digging my fingers into her. This conjures up the bruises on her upper thighs. This sends me reeling even further. How is she doing this to me? She has barely touched me.
As my mind tries to make its way back to the ER, her tongue has begun to replace her nose as bra edge inspector. Her tongue laps along the edge of the lace. My chest rises and falls more rapidly. Her tongue dips down inside one cup then the other teasing, coaxing. It takes me almost a full minute to realize her right hand is no longer on my upper back but has dropped and her arm is now around my waist. The left hand has also abandoned its position on my rear and has made its way down my thigh pressing the itchy uniform into my leg. Once its journey down my thigh has reached its ending, her hand kneads its way up the inner thigh of my other leg.
Her knuckles brush lightly against my sex. I gasp. Her grip around my waist tightens pulling the short hem of my uniform up even higher. My fingers grasp her shoulders harder. She inhales. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop pop. My buttons open. My white lace bra and panty set and all they hint at concealing are exposed for her eyes to drink in.
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