Author: IronOffering

Picture ID [FF] [M] (d/s) (hot wife) Part 2

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. Read more »

Picture ID [FF] [M] (d/s) (hot wife) (Part 3)

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. Read more »

Picture ID (Part 1) [FF] [M]

The sound was unmistakeable; the snap of credit cards on the table. Even over the din of the crowded coffee shop that quiet click of plastic on wood jolted her like a bird hitting the window. With lunch just past and the last of her Sr. Team meetings done, she’d been focused on consolidating ideas and actions. She looked up with an apologetic smile and scrambled to clear her loose papers and notes from the table.

A woman sat down in the chair opposite. With a frank, business like gesture, she pushed the card across the table through the gathered papers, one manicured nail drawing attention to a picture. A picture on a Driver’s license.

She instinctively glanced back and forth between license and… ‘Maira. Maira Kelson’. The license clearly belonged to the woman in front of her; ten years her junior, glossy black, shoulder length hair, smooth clear pale skin, brown eyes. Still off balance, she looked up from the card.

Her eyes now creased by a frank smile, Maira returned the gaze. The license picture failed completely to capture the darkness and the confident mind behind those eyes. Read more »