Chapter 1
Tom crawled between Rebecca’s legs. His lips kissing down Rebecca’s cleavage and his hands groped at her breasts. The moment seemed to have happened out of nowhere. Waking up beside her husband after years and years being together, touching another was not a usual part of their routine. Tom looked up from her breasts and their eyes met for a brief moment. Rebecca thought at that moment that he was about to kiss her, and she couldn’t believe it. But then her expectations were quickly met when he did not. Instead, Tom pushed on Rebecca’s shoulder turning her onto her stomach so he wouldn’t have to look at his wife.
It took a couple thrusts inside Rebecca’s pussy from behind before it wetted. The moment was unrousing as it could be but, oddly enough, there was something erotic about the surprise of it all. It was like one of the sleezy sex scenes from the erotica Rebecca would sometimes read in the afternoon after too much wine or at night when she didn’t want to risk waking anyone with her toys.
A strapping young man breaking into her house and taking her from behind unexpectedly. A young, dominant woman bending her over with a strap on and fucking her senseless… These were the stories she loved to read the most, but they also were the most taboo.
After all, I’m not a lesbian, she thought. Why am I reading about lesbian sex then?
“Ohhh…” Rebecca moaned and quickly clapped a palm over her lips. She didn’t want to risk waking her son.
Tom’s fingers dug into her hips as he humped her from behind in hard, short thrusts. Her eyes closed Rebecca imagined her hair being pulled by the young woman behind her. She fantasized of hearing her soft, feminine voice stab curses and insults at Rebecca while she pumped the strapon in and out of Rebecca’s ever moistening pussy.
“Aahmmm mmm gah,” the muffled noises escaped through the cracks in Rebecca’s fingers with every thrust.
She groped her large mom breasts through her oversized night shirt and felt her hard nipple poke at her palm. A warmth churned inside her as she heard the sloshing of her pussy juices with each thrust from her husband. As if she was nearing the top of a roller coaster just before the big drop, Rebecca could feel the orgasm in the distance as she drew closer to it.
Her hand slid to her side and was about to clasp over her husband’s own hand but as if he sensed her intimacy, his hand retreated as did his cock from her pussy as he orgasmed. The strings of semen shot onto Rebecca’s ass cheeks as Tom panted and relaxed. Having served her purpose, Tom stood up from bed and went to their attacked bathroom to shower.
Rebecca laid there in an annoyed stare for several minutes as she heard the radio click on and the shower begin to rain down. With a long sigh, Rebecca ripped a handful of tissues from the box beside her bed and wiped up the mess her husband had left behind on her ass. Looking at the clock, she knew she had 20 minutes before her son needed to be up for school. Rebecca decided to stay in bed as Tom finished putting his suit on and gathering his briefcase, all of which he did without looking or talking to her.
When Rebecca finally heard the door click and her husband’s car leave the garage, Rebecca then got out of bed.
Just another day in the life of a stay at home mom.
Chapter 2
At thirty-nine years, Melissa felt unfulfilled as a stay-at-home mom. In the early years of her life, she didn’t picture living life as dull as this. She envisioned a life filled with the love of her husband and two kids; she imagined herself getting so much attention as she got at the moment. Everything was supposed to be great and filled with fun; well,life happens most of the time. She lived as an upper-middle-class lady in the bustling city of New York.
Her days were a little bit of a repetition of all other previous years after she got married. Most times, she wished that she could practice her career rather than stay at home. No one was stopping her from doing it, but that wasn’t just her forte in life; she didn’t want to pretend to be who she wasn’t. She preferred living her truth, well, not all her truth but most of them. She would rather stay at home, do shopping, groceries, and all that, than be cramped up in a small bank office as an accountant.
The sex life she shared with her husband spelled DISASTER with no orgasm for her or even foreplay.
Their sex lives were not something even a nun would consider healthy. He barely had sex with her anymore, and when he did, he was very detached from everything, blaming it on work stress.
Sometimes, she could understand that being a businessman could be stressful, but it didn’t just add up. Sometimes, it crossed her mind that he might be having an affair at work, but she tried to remove her mind from that possibility. She had already started feeling him drift away from her. She wasn’t sure if she still loved him, but she was over a hundred percent sure that he didn’t love her anymore.
She needed to go out often because her boredom was making her feelings go south. It felt like she couldn’t control her body these days; she was always in charge of her body before.
She knew when to be and not be attracted to people, but she controlled her desires very well. She never showed her attraction to Lindsay; she just maintained an excellent employer-employee relationship with her. Lindsay was a beautiful college student that worked as her son’s nanny. She had black hair that flowed to the nape of her neck, always sitting in a loose low ponytail.
From her clothes, Rebecca could see that she had large breasts that were firm and rounded; she was indeed beautiful. Her main attraction wasn’t just Lindsay’s physical look, although the physical look was an added advantage. Lindsay was a tad bit shorter than her, so it made the image so sensual. There was no doubt that she was attracted to her. Her daydream about Lindsay was cut short by the ding sound made by the microwave.
She brought the chicken out of the microwave and set it on each plate on the dining table. Rebecca put the food on the dining table for three, but only two were present in the house at the moment. Her husband had already zoomed off to work the moment he saw that it was dawn. So, it was just her and Lance that were about to have breakfast.
“Lance, food is ready, come down, or you would be late for school,” she yelled towards the stairs. Lance shouted something she couldn’t hear back to her. she just had to assume that he said he was coming down shortly. Just as she thought, he came rushing down the stairs with his backpack and an extensive grin sitting on his face.
“Morning, mom,” he chirped.
“Yeah, morning. Sleep well?” Rebecca asked, wondering why he was so happy that morning. Usually, he threw tantrums when it came to be woken early for school; he even skipped his breakfast most of the time.
“Can I have some?” he asked with a smile again.
“That plate is yours,” she replied, pointing at the plate that had a piece of chicken, bacon, and some sausages. He muttered a little “thanks” beneath his breath. He took mouthful bites so that Rebecca felt he would choke on the food he was eating.
“Slow down, baby,” she said to him, hoping he would listen, but as she expected, it fell on deaf ears. He has always been like his father, doing whatever he felt like doing.
He didn’t even finish the whole plate when he downed the glass of milk kept in front of him. Rebecca sensed he was about to leave the house because the school bus would be there at any moment. She brought the lunch she had packed for him and put it in his backpack.
“Today is the field trip, mom,” he said, clearing every confusion in her head as to why he was happy for no reason.
“Yeah, I remember,” she lied. She was ashamed that she was too preoccupied with her boring marriage and sex life that she forgot he had a field trip to the museum. She could only hope the lunch she packed him could lead him through school and after the field trip.
“Bye, mom,” he said as he heard the bus park by their house. He skipped his way outside. He was excited about it, and it made her content. His happiness meant the world to her.
Chapter 3
She remembered her misery just as Lance left the house, as a wave of loneliness washed all over her. She took her phone and decided to scroll through social media to engage herself. She looked through her Instagram feed, and she didn’t find anything interesting.
She decided to go through her Twitter feed; all she could see was recycled jokes. She thought about the almost nonexistent attention she got from her husband, as she saw nothing that could interest her.
Maybe a little TV time could help get things in check—her boredom especially. As she turned the TV on, it turned out that the animal channel was on, currently shown, was a bunch of penguins. She didn’t want to watch these crappy soap dramas that most stay-at-home moms watched; she wanted to watch something that didn’t have anything to do with love. Penguins were quite fascinating creatures, and they piqued her interest. The commentator’s voice was sexy as always; his knowledge about the penguins was even sexier to her.
“Penguins have only one mate throughout life,” the man said.
She had tried to avoid anything that would make her think of her inexistent love life. It felt weird hearing that a bird would want to mate with just one bird for the whole of their lives. Before she got married, she had had many sexual experiences with several people, women included. She put behind her life of getting whoever got her attention, to keep her marriage.
As her mind drifted, Lindsay came to her heart. She was the nanny that took care of her son. There was something more to Lindsay; she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt. There was an undeniable sexual tension between them. Whenever she saw Lindsay, she couldn’t help but be entranced by her. She thought back to when she was in college and her experiences with women. She had never had sex with any but, there was no doubt that she enjoyed everything she ever did with any woman.
As she thought, her thoughts drifted to Lindsay once more, and she was even more aroused than she was minutes ago. She walked to the wine cellar to pour herself a glass of red wine. She loved the sour, near bitter taste she felt the moment it got to her tongue. She knew it was going to be good company, as she watched TV. She wanted the red wine to calm her nerves. But with each sip she took, she was turned on even more. Thoughts of Lindsay filled her mind, and she drank even more. Before she knew she was on her fifth glass.
This wasn’t something that happened often; she stopped at two glasses most times. She could feel hotness and moisture in between her legs. She got tipsy, and her hands wandered all over her body as she thought back at the most memorable moment she had in college.
***
This attraction to Sandra was new to her; she didn’t understand it at all. She has always known herself to be a straight person that wasn’t interested in venturing into a crazy sex life. She had always thought she preferred men and couldn’t get it on with a woman. Although she couldn’t entirely blame herself for how she felt, she had just gone through heartbreak from her first boyfriend.
It wasn’t relatively easy for her to get herself together alone. But with Sandra’s help, she was able to pull herself from the mess she had fallen into. Sandra doubled as a friend and reading partner. But recently, seeing Sandra has been getting her some way. That night was different in a weird kind of way. The atmosphere was thick and filled with tension.
Sandra tried to grab her hand to emphasize a point and mistakenly brushed her hand at her breast area. As she wanted to take it away after some seconds, Rebecca held it.
“Don’t, please,” she said desperately, with her breath heavy and labored. Just the little touch from her hand turned her on. She sounded so needy, but she couldn’t help it.
“Don’t?” she asked in a teasing way, but she knew what Rebecca needed—she could hear the neediness in her voice, she could only pretend.
“Please, don’t stop,” she cried out, raising her head to look directly at her eyes. Sandra took that as consent. Her gentle hands massaged Rebecca’s breast through her clothes. They both moaned—Rebecca moaning from the touch and Sandra from the softness of the breasts she could feel through the clothes.
Rebecca’s voice hitched at the back of her throat when she felt the other’s teeth on her neck—biting and sucking. She was so wet already, and she could feel that the other was also into what was happening. She peppered her face with kisses. Sharply, she bit her lip, and Rebecca opened her mouth. The kiss was sloppy and full of saliva.
There was a knock on the door, and they disentangled, panting like they had just run 100 metres.
***
Her hands wandered to breasts and squeezed hard, moaning as she did so. She arched her back on the couch she sat at, thrusting into the air. Her hand went down southward again to her pant-covered pussy. She touched and caressed the top of her pants, just where her pussy lips were, she moaned. She rubbed with herself, even still being clad, she took in air sharply.
“Mrs. Messing?” a voice called out, she was tipsy so she didn’t recognize the voice calling.
Chapter 4
Rebecca still wished her mind was playing tricks on her. Her hands had stopped fondling her breast when she heard the door open. She stood up in a hurry, knowing she wasn’t expecting any guests. She checked the time too to make sure she hadn’t spent too much time drinking. But no, it was pretty early in the afternoon. Her black satin négligée didn’t cover her erect nipples. She simply hoped whoever had walked in wasn’t a pervert.
She came face-to-face with Lindsay, who was still looking around. Her eyes trailed down the younger girl’s body, drinking in her appearance. Lindsay had traded her regular t-shirts and jeans for a dress. The blue dress stopped right above her knees. The plunging neckline made it nearly impossible for Rebecca to look anywhere other than her breasts. It had a flowery print on it, which had Rebecca biting back a smile. This was the cutest thing she had seen her wearing.
“Hello, Mrs. Messing.” Lindsay curtly said, nodding towards Rebecca, totally oblivious to the older woman’s desire.
“What are you doing here today?” Rebecca asked, folding her arms across her chest to hide her nipples poking through.
Lindsay looked taken aback by the question. “Uh, your son? It’s 2:30 pm already.”
“He’s not here. Didn’t I tell you?”
“He isn’t here?” She repeated. “Oh, right. Today is the field trip.”
“Yeah,” Rebecca said, her eyes lingering too long on Lindsay’s cleavage. “You don’t have to leave, though. Come and have a drink with me.”
She shook her head and took a step back. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother, Mrs. Messing. I should get going.”
“Nonsense. I insist.” Rebecca laughed, her arm pulling Lindsay in. “There’s no way you can be a bother.”
Lindsay followed behind her, swallowing every protest she was about to give.
Rebecca sat down on a chair beside Lindsay, getting off the high of her alcohol and Lindsay. She filled a glass cup with wine for Lindsay then handed it over, saying, “Have a glass.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Messing.”
Rebecca shivered, disliking how much respect Lindsay seemed to have for her. “Call me Rebecca, Lindsay.”
Four, five glasses of wine later, Rebecca was much more buzzed than she had been before. Her words flowed more freely, and her body leaned in more towards Lindsay. They were both inebriated.
They giggled with each other, sipping the wine carefully–rather, as carefully as they could. Rebecca smiled heartily as she admitted to herself that Lindsay wasn’t just eye-catching but also engaging. Her interests in college, in books, in wine, all seemed exquisite to Rebecca. It felt like a breath of fresh air she never thought she’d need.
“It’s not so fun when you have other things pressuring you, though.”
“Other things like what?” Rebecca asked, belching softly and sipping from her cup again.
“Life,” Lindsay mumbled. “I don’t mean to sound philosophical or anything. It sucks out here when you’re not making a reliable income.”
Rebecca nodded in understanding. She had once been like that, goal-oriented and undaunted despite her conditions. She had taken a couple of odd jobs, but that didn’t matter anymore. “It’s all a process, I guess. You know what? Let me show you some of my pictures back in college.”
Lindsay guffawed when Rebecca revealed the first picture. “Oh, God.”
In it, she had braided her blonde hair into two, making her appear younger than she was.
“I know. I don’t understand why I even keep these pictures.”
The pictures that followed had them giggling and sharing some fond memories. Rebecca caught herself staring again before she turned away. Lindsay swayed as she held her glass cup. She bit back a giggle when Rebecca showed her more pictures. As she tried to sip her wine again, she lost her head slightly and spilled some of it on her lips.
“Oops.” She giggled.
Rebecca, though, didn’t find it funny. She watched as wine trickled down her lips and gulped. Her hands moved on their accord and pulled Lindsay towards her. With precision, she lapped the wine off the younger girl’s chin and her neck, and finally, her lips. Her eyes stayed fixed on Lindsay’s lips as she licked the spilled wine off them. “There. All cleaned up.”
Lindsay looks surprised by the act but stays in her position. Rebecca pulled back from her body to look at her, to commit her face to memory. Her lips still stayed slightly apart, her eyes wide with her eyebrow quirked. She didn’t look displeased or upset by what had happened.
Rebecca took this as a sign, straddling her hips and throwing her arms around her neck. “You won’t say anything.”
She wasn’t asking. She was stating the fact that they both knew. Lindsay wouldn’t stop her, and she wouldn’t hold back until Lindsay did.
Lindsay gulped in response, her mouth opening and closing twice. She looked cute, Rebecca thought with a smile.
Rebecca softly kissed her. Her body was arching towards Lindsay, and her fingers were sifting through her raven locks. She smiled into the kiss when she felt Lindsay’s hold on her waist.
She pulled away with a mischievous smile. Her hand reached out and gave Lindsay’s breast a moderate squeeze. She found herself entranced as she gently caressed her breast.
Lindsay moaned loudly, leaning back into the chair and arching towards the hands. Rebecca watched as she moved her fingers forward in retaliation, gently groping her breasts too. Simultaneously, they moaned, grinding against each other and caressing their mounds. Lindsay gently pulled down the straps of her négligée, revealing the dusty nipples. Rebecca arched towards her as she felt her hot tongue circling her nipples. She pulled Lindsay’s lips off her breast with a shaky breath and got off her.
She gestured towards Lindsay to get up as well. Upon standing up, Rebecca turned their bodies, so Lindsay was pressed while she took charge. She sloppily slipped her tongue into her mouth, moaning and holding the back of her neck. She opened her eyes when she heard Lindsay moan louder.
Rebecca gently shoved her back into her chair, watching her lustful gaze stay on her. She bit her lips with adoration in her eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lindsay.”
Chapter 5
The wine was having more of an effect on her than Rebecca realized. Briefly separating from her kiss, Rebecca saw blur edges around the face of her gorgeous babysitter. It didn’t matter. Rebecca knew just how sexy this college girl was and she tasted even better than she looked. Pushing back to Lindsay’s lips, Rebecca tasted her cherry lip gloss and could smell her fruity scents emitting from her hair conditioner and body lotion. It was intoxicating. Rebecca was so aroused she worried she might orgasm from the frenzy she was whipping herself into alone.
She reached out and felt Lindsay’s breasts through her top. The fabric was soft on her fingertips and her breasts were firm. Sliding her warm palm around the side of her breast, Rebecca felt the hard nub of Lindsay’s nipple pole through her top and into her palm.
Lindsay’s kissing had been complacent and hesitant at best, but it was as if when Rebecca’s fingers began to circle her nipple, a switch had been flipped. Rebecca could feel Lindsay’s eagerness in her kisses. The way her tongue pushed into Rebecca’s mouth and the way Lindsay’s hands softly traverse Rebecca’s body. Rebecca could feel the slick puddle forming between her thighs.
Their eagerness became apparent as their kissing grew to a frenzy. Before Rebecca realized it, they both were standing in the dining room. Their lips locked as their tongues explored another. Their bodies and breasts mashed into another as Rebecca pressed Lindsay’s smaller frame back against the wall. She wanted her pinned with no escape. But, though, it was Lindsay with her back against the wall, it was middle aged Rebecca who felt the most vulnerable when Lindsay slipped her hand down Rebecca’s front and Rebecca could feel her fingers slosh over her drenched panties.
“Ohhh…” Rebecca gasped as a shudder was sent through her body.
Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto Lindsay’s shoulders for balance, Rebecca suddenly felt lightheaded as Lindsay’s fingers explored and probed gently at her warm, wet lips through her panties. Lindsay seized the moment and began to kiss and suck down the length of her throat to the older woman’s collarbone and chest.
“Oh, my gah… Oh yes…” Rebecca felt her ass cheeks jiggle as her knee wobbled. Lindsay’s middle finger had pulled Rebecca’s panties to the side and slipped a finger between her lips. The soft inner side of her pussy lips enveloped her finger and oozed juices around it, beckoning it to push deeper.
“Oh god–don’t!” Rebecca cried out suddenly. Lindsay’s finger froze but Rebecca’s hips grinded up and down roughly. The surge of friction as Rebecca caught Lindsay’s hand and pressed it harder into her crotch sent lightning bolts through the mature woman’s body. Her full motherly breasts bounced and jiggled inside her loosening garments as she rode Lindsay’s finger.
“Jesus chri–ahh ahhh! Oh, god yes!” Rebecca’s quivering voice filled the house as the sprint to her first orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere. Like a splash of warm water, Rebecca was suddenly consumed in the moment. Nothing else existed but the trembling orgasm that restricted all her muscles and made her never want to release her nanny’s hand.
Rebecca’s eyebrows went tall as she nearly passed out and her knees gave way. Going with the motion, Rebecca caught herself but continued to lower her body down the young, college girl’s body. Kneeling before her nanny, Rebecca grasped Lindsay’s hand in front of her mouth and with their eyes locked on another, Rebecca pushed Lindsay’s middle finger between her lips slowly. Sucking her own juices off Lindsay’s finger, Rebecca’s lips went up and down the girl’s finger as her tongue lapped at it.
There was an obsessive look of intrigue in Lindsay’s eyes as she looked down at her employer. The fierce look turned to one of pleasure and power as Rebecca felt her nanny begin to push her fingers deeper into her throat, testing her gag reflex. Obediently, Rebecca squinted and focused on taking the entire finger all the way down to her hand into her mouth. When Lindsay saw this, a small grin broke into a large smile that beamed down at Rebecca.
“Good girl…” Lindsay said effortlessly as if she was genuinely impressed. And just like that, Rebecca’s pussy ached between her thighs as if it needed to cum again.
Rebecca’s head swirled with so many thoughts at that moment. But every thought involved Lindsay. She wanted to please her. To impress her. She wanted to be her good girl.
Lindsay’s hand moved to her waistband, and she slowly worked her bottom layer of clothing off and down to the ground. Rebecca’s eyes lit up when she saw her gorgeous, glistening pussy lips. The petite pussy matched the petite woman. Her sexy lips were shaved bald, and a drip of her juices had escaped her lips and ran down her inner thigh. Without hesitation, Rebecca leaned forward, extending her long, wet tongue and made a long lap up her inner thigh to taste the rogue droplet of her pussy.
Opening her mouth, Lindsay gasped as Rebecca’s tongue pressed between her pussy lips and made a long, slow lap from the bottom to top of her pussy. Rebecca’s mouth watered as she tasted the warm juices of her nanny’s pussy. Her tongue lapped up and down on Lindsay’s tight slit. Rebecca’s eyes looked up and watched Lindsay pull her shirt off exposing her braless breasts. Her nipples were erect and her perfect round breasts bounced from her chest.
Lindsay’s hands cupped her breasts in matching circles as her thumb and forefinger pinched on her own nipples. Pulling on her nipples she stared down at Rebecca’s face.
“Ffffffuck,” Lindsay stuttered as her hips squirmed. “Ohhhh fuck!”
Lindsay’s hands were rubbing all over her body. Down her taut belly, around her breasts, cupping behind her neck, and gripping her ass. Rebecca could tell the closer she licked near her clit and the harder she pressed her tongue the louder her nanny moaned and the more her body writhed on her mouth.
“Fuck–oh, fuck, yes!” Lindsay screamed. “Ah ah ah ahhhh!”
Rebecca’s tongue began to flick up and down on her clit. She saw Lindsay’s taut belly begin to flutter, going concave with every breath. Her hands slid up Lindsay’s thighs and her fingers dug into her thick butt cheeks, locking her tongue onto her clit.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Don’t fucking stop. Don’t fucking-ah ahh ahhh oh my god!” Lindsay screamed as her hands clapped to the back of Rebecca’s head. Pressed against the wall, the two women were locked in pleasure. Lindsay grinded her pussy on Rebecca’s tongue like she was her personal sex toy. Rebecca felt a flood of juices pour down her chin and around her cheeks before going in her mouth. She saw the whites of Lindsay’s eyes as they rolled backwards, and her head rocked back against the wall.
Lindsay’s thighs clapped against Rebecca’s face as her knees bent and she was on the verge of collapsing. “Jesus chr–ist… oh god, oh…” She cried. The taste of Lindsay flowed through Rebecca’s mouth.
The two moved in a messy tumble of bodies down to the floor. Rebecca giggled as she felt herself being pushed down where she laid partially beneath the dining room table as Lindsay crawled over top of her. It was like their minds followed each other’s. They both had the same idea as Lindsay’s tongue began lapping at Rebecca’s pussy, while Rebecca’s hands gripped at her legs and pulled them over her head. Half beneath the table, Lindsay prowled on top of the mature cougar in the 69 position.
Rebecca felt the long wet tongue swipe across her slit, the feeling made the breath catch in the back of her throat. Rebecca’s body came alive as she pushed her tongue deeper between her tight pussy lips. The pair of women pushed their lips into each other’s lips as their tongues made deep, lingering licks. Rebecca couldn’t concentrate enough to keep eating Lindsay’s pussy. Instead, looping her arm around the outside of Lindsay’s thigh, she speared two fingers into her pussy and immediately felt how wet and soft the young woman’s pussy felt.
“Ahhhh, oh god! Oh… shit…” Rebecca cried then buried her face against the soft damp inner thigh of Lindsay.
Rebecca’s fingers pumped repeatedly over and over in and out of Lindsay’s pussy as Rebecca could feel the powerful orgasm building in her pussy.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” Rebecca continued to repeat as she heard Lindsay’s moaning as she forced her tongue deeper down Rebecca’s slit. If she wasn’t pinned down by Lindsay’s body, Rebecca would be going wild, bucking and her legs jetting in different directions.
Rebecca teethed at Lindsay’s thigh as she felt her perky breasts press down into her belly. Lindsay’s tongue was right on Rebecca’s clit now. Rebecca’s hand the fingered the sorority sister furiously trembled as the pleasure radiated to every corner of her body.
“Oh god, I’m coming! I’m com- oh god!” Rebecca shrieked as thick thighs flexed and her body tried to shake loose from Lindsay’s invasive tongue to no avail. The orgasm rocked her body and she was in a panic as there was nothing she could do to stop Lindsay’s tongue from vibrating on her clit.
“Ahhhhhh oh god oh gahhh!” Rebecca writhed as the orgasm wreaked havoc on her senses.
The only power she had was to finger Lindsay and finger her harder and faster. Rebecca’s fingers sprinted in and out over and over against Lindsay’s head began to lull against Rebecca’s thigh. Rebecca bit her lip as she repositioned to use more of her shoulder and arm muscles to finger fuck the gorgeous girl straddling her face.
The moans escaping Lindsay’s lips started breathlessly as wild heaves.
“Ahhh…… ahhh….. ahhhhh….. ahhhh fuck!” Lindsay arched her head back.
Rebecca gnashed her teeth as she stabbed her fingers on Lindsay’s g-spot making her writhe and scream filling the house with her cries.
“Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me, fuck!” Lindsay screamed as she arched back like a lowercase ‘n.’ “Ahhhhhhh fuckkkk!”
Rebecca felt the familiar tremor course through Lindsay’s body as she gasped for air and shook from the earth shattering orgasm. Lindsay’s pussy squirted juices around Rebecca’s fingers that splashed down on her shaking breasts. Finally, her arm stopped flexing as she removed her fingers from Lindsay’s pussy and the house quieted for the first time that day since Rebecca began drinking hours ago.
After a moment, Lindsay lifted from her position with shaky arms and legs as she turned around and laid on Rebecca’s chest. They both held each other, lightly brushing another’s arms and back while they caught their breath. Rebecca closed her eyes and suddenly realized just how exhausted she was as she slowly exhaled.
Chapter 6
The older woman’s eyes peeled open in a daze, crusty lids making it harder. The air was slightly heavy with the scent of alcohol, sex, and the faintest scent of lavender. She reveled in it, allowing herself to enjoy the moment despite the cool tiles pressing against her skin. Her mind soon registered where she was, who she was with, and what she had just done. Rebecca waited for the feeling of guilt to seep into her heart, but it didn’t. She felt eerily calm, relieved, and satisfied.
Her eyes trailed down to the younger woman beside her. Lindsay’s short hair had covered her face entirely. Rebecca reached out, tenderly brushing the hair off but not taking her fingers off her skin. Her beauty had pulled her in, as well as her carefree being. Her fingers trailed the lines of her eyebrows, then to her cheekbones and the full curves of her lips. She still felt those lips lightly brushing against her skin. The sensation lingered.
“I see you’re awake now,” Lindsay whispered, her eyes peeling open.
Rebecca pulled her fingers away, not knowing what to say. It had been a while since she had been so reckless. Perhaps being around someone so young had altered her ability to reason appropriately. Lindsay’s presence was clouding her mind, and all she had thought of since they met was this. She had her body in ways that would please her way more than her husband’s touch did.
“I… I’m awake now. Yes.” She responded, whispering too. Their whispers felt all the more intimate as if they spoke a language only they knew of. A language only they could understand.
Her eyes betrayed her, trailing down to Lindsay’s body, focusing more on her plump lips. Would they still taste like her strawberry gloss if she kissed them? She leaned in further, her palm reaching out to hold the younger woman’s cheeks. Her thumb, having a mind of its own, brushed against the lips she had hopelessly stared at. She’d allow herself to enjoy it again. Just this once.
Her phone pinged, and she adjusted her body, suddenly aware of the gravity of the situation. The ping had saved her from doing it again. Whatever it was, she felt for Lindsay; she still wasn’t sure if it was one-sided. She reached towards the phone, gripping it harder than she intended to. The text on her screen had her freezing.
‘We’re on our way home. I already picked him up.’
Oh god!
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