PART 2
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On the way out of the coffee shop Rachel handed Maira her under garments. “Its the white CRV over there.” she said red faced and led the way out the door, checking to see that Maira followed her through the crowded coffee shop.
“Just here” she said pointing to her car.
The short ride to the condo was a stuttering, awkward intimacy. Rachel tried to question Maira about her work and lifestyle but the conversation became erratic when Maira touched her. Fingers twining through her hair; a hand brushed lightly over the thin fabric of her blouse; a soft, hot hand high on her leg, fingers pushing down between her thighs.
Each time she used the brake or pedal, the nails of Maira’s resting hand would graze her inner thighs. Graze achingly close to labia made increasingly sensitive by the taught fabric of leggings and growing arousal. It only took that one electric touch, a faction of a second, for Rachel to almost lose control of the car and for Maira to pull her hand away with a startled laugh.
After that, Maira lightly stroked the soft hairs on the back of Rachel’s neck and navigated. For the next several minutes, that feather light stroke, so familiar yet so different, made her hypersensitive to every chafe and rub across her skin. Had Maira now brushed her fingers across Rachel’s clit through the fabric of her long blouse and leggings, she would have convulsed in orgasm.
She parked as directed in Maira’s underground parking stall and got out of the car. Feeling breathless and shaky, she paused to take several deep calming breaths before Maira took her hand smiling and led her to the elevators.
Rachel so anticipated being pressed back against the walls of the elevator – to be touched or kissed – that she felt her legs begin to shake again when Maira did nothing.
“Cameras” Maira said smiling mischievously, correctly reading Rachel’s excitement. She was excited herself! She had expected a more hesitant, reluctant participation from the older woman but Rachel appeared to be neither cowed nor meek. She was wonderfully passive but boldly willing. A provocative, subtle stance of vulnerability that said, “If you want me, please take me”.
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When he opened the text from Maira it showed a picture of Maira’s hand on Rachel’s thigh. The short message, “i think we’re all going to enjoy this!”
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Maira knew the first moments of an encounter like this could be extremely awkward particularly for those unfamiliar with this kind of play. While close friendship often grew from these encounters it wasn’t necessary in the beginning. In almost every way, this kind of play was like most games: a coin toss, a hand shake and begin. A cooperative game. Play well and everyone wins.
Maira unlocked the door, pulled Rachel through past her, and pushed it shut with her foot. With keys still in hand she answered Rachel‘s unspoken longing. She pushed her gently against the wall wrapping the clutched hand behind her into the small of Rachel‘s back. Pinned her against the hallway wall and kissed her.
They kissed for several minutes until the foreign became familiar. The first of many shared patterns they would create over the course of the afternoon. Moira drank in the excitement of Rachel‘s virginal experience. Felt the pounding of her heart and the rise and fall of her quick breaths.
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When Maira pulled away from the kiss, Rachel let out of short explosive breath, “Phooo..!” she chuckled. “Wow”.
“Yes! Definitely Wow!” Having never let go, Maira pulled Rachel through the condo, dropping her keys on the kitchen counter as they passed. On through the apartment into a large, airy master bedroom. Full length windows stretched floor to ceiling across the south facing wall.
“The bathroom is through there”, Mira said letting go of Rachel’s hand. “Face cloth and towels on the counter, toothbrush by the sink. Would you like something to drink?” she said turning back to the kitchen. “Just water please.” replied Rachel.
Rachel resisted the temptation to relieve herself of more than just the need to pee when she sat at the toilet. She wiped herself lightly, slipped off her leggings and sandals and washed her self gently but thoroughly. Although damp with her arousal, she pulled her leggings back on, reluctant to leave the bathroom naked. Always concerned with her breath, she brushed her teeth. Calmed by these small familiarities, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
She dropped her sandals by the door and stepped over to the windows. Twenty floors up, the slope of the land fell steeply away to the beach several blocks distant. Bright warm late spring sun flooded the room and bathed her in warmth. The pure white of the duvet cover brilliant across a vast expanse of bed. The room a contrast of slate gray and white, elegant and modern simplicity.
Maira returned, dressed in a pale yellow floral silk kimono. She held a large wine glass in each hand: red wine and ice water. She handed the water to Rachel and raised her glass touching rims. “To new friends.” They drank. Being an inch or two shorter, Maira coiled her free hand beneath the hair on Rachel’s neck and pulled her down gently to kiss “… and playdates.” she breathed.
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