The door bell rings. Your fingers are helplessy messaging your clitoris, the twine bumping down and over and around. You’ve never felt something so good. The door bell rings again, than four sharp knocks. You know the raps. Shit! You pull your shirt back down. Feeling the sweat soak into your bra and shirt. You manage to pull your finger away and fix your skirt.
The twine is still attached to your finger as you open the front door. Shara is standing at the door. Your hearts swells. You haven’t seen each other in months. Oh. To see Shara. You invite her in stepping on your words and moving forward to greet her.
As you both hug you smell her, your vagina gushes. You feel like your feeling something moving between each of you. Some transference of energy moved between the both of you. A moving wave of completeness flowing through your bodies. You feel her arm wrap around your waist, fingers on the small of your back. If you stay in the hug any longer the wetness your feeling will start running down your legs. But you can’t pull away. The warmth you feel in that embrace, the fingers you feel slip just a little.
Shara breaks the embrace. Your grateful but the lose is allready hurting you. You show her into the living room allowing her to pick her own seat and promptly ask if she wants you to take her coat. How rude of you to forget. Shara begins to pull her arm out when you slid in behind to assist. Your taken back as you see her come out from behind the wool overcoat she’s wearing, you follow her down with your eyes. Taking in every curve unseen but seen, from the straw coloured hair down to the black heels. The dress is black. Basic. Small white dots inbraze the material. As Shara turns your caught off guard by the stunning cleavage hidden below the five buttons in the front. But your not sure if its you or are her nipples hard? You see the dots line up with her erect nipples, causing a 3-D effect because of the white dots on her dress.
She sits down crossing her legs across from where your standing. Your having a hard time looking anywhere but her beautiful legs. Look at her eyes you hear yourself say. In the travel space between Shara’s legs and eyes were her breasts. You stop. You can’t help it. Those breasts. And than you feel it. That drip that you think you feel on your thigh. You so hope. You ask Shara if theres anything she would like to drink, than excuse yourself.
Your trip to the kitchen involved a quick stop at the bathroom. You step inside thumbing the lock as your hand slids off the door knob. Your skirt is up again as your turning into the small room. To the left was your toilet, to the right the sink. Ceiling to floor mirrors. Ceiling and floor were mirrored giving every angle repeated into infinity through the reflections in the mirrors.
You see the grool stuck to your thigh. You reach down with the twine wrapped finger. Oh. It feels so good. Your finger running your clit again. Your holding up your skirt with your arm. Your tits are out again. Nipples hard. Your able to hold your skirt and pinch your nipples. Pulling your nipples. Twisting your right than left nip. Hard. Vaginal juices running now. Finger moving around, pressure building. Building.
The door handle moved just the slightest. Just a little longer. You don’t notice that the handle turned all the way over. The door is fully open when you see Shara behind you. Her head is turned toward the kitchen. You hear her, ” is this the restroom?” You drop your arms just as her head turns hearing the sound of your dress and shirt dropping back down. “Right here, open” you hear yourself say as you turn to face her. Her eyes are lovely. But in the second your standing in front of her you see her eyes drop down. Is Shara looking at my tits you hear yourself say internally. You brush past her on your way back to the kitchen. “What did you want to drink Shara, I forgot” you hear yourself say outloud. Just another reason to stand at the door and look at the mirrors above and below.
“Do you have the fixens for a Moscow Mule” she replies.
You say yes and walk away towards the kitchen.
You hear the door shut. Oh god. Your almost to a panic. You feel the grool building again. Your lips are closed, you hope. You reach for a piece of paper towel to wipe yourself down with when you hear the lock open to the restroom. Damn. You put the towel down and reaching up to open the glass cabinet realize the twine is stilled wrapped around your finger. Ohhhhh. Unsatisfied you untwist the string from your finger. Your sweats begin to subside. As you lay the string down on the counter top tk wash your hands Shara walks in. Your pussy begins to quite down. Still. You begin looking for the twine as Shara steps between you and it. She’s walking toward it. Her smooth index finger points toward the wall as she runs that over the twine. You notice shes drawn to it. Like she walks behind you knowing it had been there. Feeling it. You’re convinced you both sense it.
And than as your reaching into the freezer for ice you see her. She’s wrapping the string around her bowling fingers. Middle and ring tied togher with twine. You feel your vagina flood looking at those two slinder fingers tied togher. To feel the twine again. From Shara.
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What a beauty.