PART 3
The bitter red wine, made oddly sweeter by her tongue, contrasted with the cool water in Rachel’s mouth. Maira’s body, hot and soft, pressed against her from hip to chest. A glimpse of naked breast and a pale, erect nipple visible where the neck of the robe fell open from her lifted arm. The only thing between them: two fragile layers of silk and rayon.
She lifted her free hand to brush Maira’s cheek, her fingertips drawing slowly down from cheek to the delicate jaw line. Soft, clear, smooth skin, so different from a coarse bearded face. Full lips to suck between her teeth and nip.
She dropped her hand as Maira stroked down Rachel’s arm and lifted the water glass from her fingers. She stepped out of their embrace to placing wine and water glasses on the bedside table. With a flick, she turned back the white, heavy duvet and climbed to kneel in the centre of the bed. She reached out a hand to Rachel, “Come lie down”. “Here right beside me” patting the sheet as Rachel mounted the bed on hands and knees. “On your back”, pushing her back with a hand on her shoulder.
Maira chuckled as Rachel complied, unconsciously clasping her hands together beneath her chin drawing her elbows in to hug her torso as if cold. Maira threw a leg over Rachel’s waist, straddling her, and clasped a hand in each of her own. She dragged her nails softly across Rachel’s open palm before interlocking fingers. She leaned forward pulling Rachel’s arms apart and pinned her hands to the bed.
The silk robe fell loose with exertion and Maira’s breasts hung over Rachel’s face. She arched and rocked back slowly to drag them across Rachel’s face. “Suck them”, she ordered softly, placing a nipple on Rachel’s lips.
Rachel lifted her head pressing the ‘Oh’ of her open lips over Maira’s areole, sucking hard she drew as much as she could into her mouth. The oh so familiar, primal feel of swelling softness filled her senses. A hint of perfume and the subtle, foreign but welcome musk of Maira’s breast pressed to her nose.
She rolled the nipple between the hard roof of her palate and tongue, licked, nipped and sucked. She alternated between feather light and the exquisitely painful, unable to resist the urge to bite and worry.
Maira arched her back and pressed her breasts into Rachel’s mouth. Her soft moans and exhalations unnoticed, her breathing quickened and she rocked her hips, grinding herself on the buttons and seam of Rachel’s shirt.
She slid down to the side and lifted her knee to grind herself over Rachel’s hip. She clutched at her own breast in one hand while she kissed and bit at the uplifted lips of the woman beneath her. Sinuous waves of arching and rippling torso increasing in tempo until Maira shuddered and gasped repeatedly.
More than any words, more than inward, silent pep-talks or even the overwhelming sensations of flesh, Maira’s unaffected pleasure allowed Rachel to let go. The foot of Maira’s raised knee had curled between Rachel’s legs and she lifted her own hips as Maira pressed down, rubbing her clitoris, through her coarse leggings against the knuckles and bones of Maira’s foot.
When Maira began to gasp and cry out, her lips against Rachel’s neck, Rachel pulled a hand free and reached down to crush and massage her own clitoris. The touch, the smell, the heat and pleasure of her playmate merging into the kaleidoscopic colours of her own mounting arousal.
As Maira’s first climax waned, she slipped her hand beneath her leg, sliding it under the waistband of Rachel’s leggings. She cupped her hand over Rachel’s vulva and tilted her head to whisper urgently in Rachel’s ear. “Hands over your head”, she breathed airily, sending a shudder through the other woman. She repeated it again, this time with a delicate bite beneath the earlobe that had Rachel whine sharply.
Shaking with the rising frantic, she lifted her hand above her head, grabbing at the sheets. And now her hips rolled and lifted, her back arching and thighs clenching, all straining to crush herself into Maira’s hand.
Maira pushed back, the heel of her palm pressed flat against Rachel’s clitoris while the tip of a single finger circled the small gasping, slick opening at the base of her vagina. Slowly adding fingers she circled Rachel’s delicate clit and labia. She rocked and tapped and pressed and pinched it as if she could feel it herself, echoing Rachel’s hisses and cries. A fraction of a pause, a hot breath in her ear, and Maira lifted Rachel to an exquisite precipice before sliding her fingers inside and pushing her into the open air of ecstasy.
…
“Oh, my, *GOODNESS*!!”, Dan repeated again and again in the intervals where Rachel paused in her story. She’d returned home in time for dinner and other than a gleeful, giddy embrace and a whispered “You’re going to *LOVE* this!!” they hadn’t talked about it until they climbed into bed.
“Then what?? Was it good beans? Does it feel any different?” he asked enthralled.
“Then I put my arms up against her headboard
to push because I needed to grind against her!
There were so so many slightly unusual sensations and my body was just fine with it! And I thought, ‘This is it! I’m here, I’m goin for it!’ and the bottom dropped out just like any other rollercoaster ride!”
she smiled as they lay face to face on the bed in the dark, covers pulled up to their chins, like kids telling stories on a sleepover.
“I remember feeling like she was slowing down and I asked her to keep going! So she did, and I just kept going and going until her hand got tired” she paused. “Then, I I had a drink and we traded places. I was a bit nervous but she just told me where to rub and I just kissed her and held her like it was you!”, she grinned. “It was quite fun!”
“The understatement of the year”, Dan thought. “What did it feel like for you? Did you try oral? Did you have any more orgasms?”
“It *did* feel different! I felt what my *fingers* were feeling more rather than what my vagina was feeling. And I felt ‘bigger’, like I could move her around flip her over and stuff.”
“And…? Stuff? What stuff??” he encouraged.
“Ummm… she tied my hands up annnd… she must have taken my clothes off because we were both naked when it was over. Oh! And I had a blindfold on for awhile.”
“Oh love!!!” Dan laughed at her with affectionate exasperation, “You don’t remember do you?” “How did she tie you up? What did she use?? Aaaaghh!!! I’m *so* glad it was fun! It must have been if you can’t remember! You are so SO lovely!”
“Oh you sweet sweet man! I’m sorry love! I just lose track of everything once it gets rolling!” she put a hand on his face. Rachel pulled her phone from under the covers. “I wasn’t sure how we would feel right after this but… do you want to watch?”
“WHAT?!!”, Dan lifted up on one arm startled.
“Maira took a video! As I was leaving she sent it to me – said she wouldn’t keep it at all if I didn’t want it”, Rachel said a little distracted finding the video, “but thought I might like to see it later.”
“OK! Here it is!!!” Rachel said as they snuggled face to face, the phone between them.
“Turn up the sound!” Dan said, with an excited shiver.
On the tiny screen Maira, dressed in her kimono, was clinking glasses with Rachel “To new friends.” And she whispered something as she lifted her head to kiss Rachel.
“What did she say??”, Dan whispered in complete awe, glued to the screen.
“Playdates. ‘… to Playdates’” said Rachel softly, distracted as she watched her mouth open to accept Maira’s breast.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mxv6ah/picture_id_ff_m_ds_hot_wife_part_3