"It Only Seems Fair" (closed)

[siobhancan99]

Christine looked over the dark skinned beauty for a moment. She made herself adopt the calm cool and collected persona she’d put on when she found the girl in her house. “I think I want that.” She smiles and unfolds herself from the bed, taking Polly’s hand and leading her into the bathroom. She wanted to leave it certain that she was into this and feeling no pressure. She paused before the shower and bent in a little more than she had to in order to turn it on. She get the water good and hot, then straightened a bit. She looked over at the two of them in the mirror, light where Polly was dark, athletic where Polly was curvy. Taller. They were a study in contrast but she couldn’t help but think they both looked striking, and would look even more striking when those contrasts were highlighted by coming together.

The shower was a great idea though. She felt a little gross and hung over, and this would give her an opportunity to rectify that in a way that also didn’t’ waste any time. She cleared her throat and made herself not betray the nervousness she felt. “guess these have to come off” she wriggled out of her simple cotton bikini cut underwear. She kicked it cavalierly aside, then frowned as it was her only pair and she moved it surreptitiously with a toe to somewhere it wouldn’t get wet with them in the shower.

She stood in front of her about to be lover, naked as the day she was born. Like Polly, she was completely denuded of hair. It was Robert’s preference as well as her own. She inhaled, then stepped into the shower. She let the hot water and amazing pressure of the jets beat down on her skin. She could feel her body relax, even if her mind was a little tense. She let out an involuntary soft sound of pleasure, then reached for Polly “you coming in with me or are you just going to watch?”

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

“I think I want that.”​

Christine's smile was met with one from Polly, too, as the latter had feared that maybe jumping to that step might be too fast. She took the other woman's hand, leading her to the bathroom, then stepped back, leaning against the counter to simply watch the tall, slender beauty move about.

“Guess these have to come off,” she wriggled out of her simple cotton bikini cut underwear.​

Again, Polly just watched with a wide, pleased smile. She'd known Christine was beautiful, but with every passing moment, Polly couldn't believe just how incredible this woman was.

“You coming in with me or are you just going to watch?”​

"I dunno," Polly said, her smile widening again as she watched the water splashing upon Christine's body, rivers of it meandering down between here firm, round breasts over her flat belly, and down to and over and around the parallel labia folds that hadn't been visited by the woman's ignoramus of a husband for reasons Polly just couldn't understand. "I think I could stand here for hours and just watch you, Christine."

But Polly did push away from the counter, did rip the cropped tee up and over her head to spring loose her more bountiful bosom, did reach to her waist to push away the boy shorts to reveal an equally clean shaven crotch. She stepped into the shower, and without hesitation wrapped her arms around the taller woman's body and lift her face with the undeniable intention of putting their lips and tongues together.

 

[siobhancan99]

"I think I could stand her for hours and just watch you, Christine."

She felt herself flush at that. Felt wanted, really actually desired for the first time in a long time. Looking over the amazing young woman, Christine drank in Polly’s curves. She bit her lip “you’re so sexy.” Then wrapped her arms around the woman when she joined her in the shower. Her heart pounded in her chest, and when Polly leaned in for a kiss she parted her lips to accept it. Her eyes closed, her hands made their way along Polly’s back, exploring her soft skin with the pads of her fingers. She moved, her own water slick skin gliding against Polly’s. The feel of curves on curves felt wrong. Not wrong she corrected herself, unusual. It felt good though. Polly was so soft and her skin so supple. Her lips held Polly’s for a moment, then she sucked softly at first at the full pouty flesh of her lover’s lower lip. She ran her tongue along it, tracing it then released her lip to pluck at the other. Christine’s lips pulled at Polly’s and again she ran her tongue just behind.

Christine’s hands roamed freely, along Polly’s sides, brushing her breast… then down along her taut stomach. She ran her nails along Polly’s hips, dragging them along the skin just enough that the dark skinned beauty could feel the edge of them. She moaned softly into the kiss. She loved the feel of the steaming hot water beating down on her skin, and she loved the taste of Polly’s mouth against her. She loved how being wanted by such a magnificent beauty made her feel validated in a way she hadn’t in a long time, made her feel as sexy as being cheated on made her feel cheap and discardable. Her hands made their way up, cupping and cradling Polly’s face as her tongue lightly explored, teasing into Polly’s mouth and then back again. She sighed, pressing her forehead to Polly’s “so… was this always the plan? You were dressed to kill last night.”

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

“You’re so sexy.”​

It felt good to have someone say that to her. Sure, Robert said it all the time but only when he was eager to put his cock in one of her holes. He never said it to her when they were just laying around smiling to one another or walking the beach where sex wasn't immediately imminent. Of course, he wouldn't be saying it to her ever again, and while she'd initially dreaded that, Polly was absolutely fine with it now.

The kisses, the embraces, the feel of Christine's fingers and nails on her body were simply magical. Polly had always loved kissing another woman so much more than kissing a man, which had often left her wondering 'Why do I chase dick in the first place?' In truth, it had been a matter of survival: Polly had never met a woman with the means to 'take care' of her as men like Robert had. And, truth be told, she did enjoy cock.

“So… was this always the plan? You were dressed to kill last night.”​

The question caught Polly off guard, and she pulled back just enough to look Christine in the eyes to judge the context in which it was being asked. Was she simply curious? Or was she about to call out 'PHYCHE!' and push Polly out of the shower, out of the room, out of her life, and out of their potential future together?

Polly answered the question by moving forward, putting Christine's back against the tile which would be initially cold but would warm up quickly. She caressed a hand down the tall woman's side, to her hip, then between them until her fingers found the blonde's 'womanhood'.

"I've wanted you since the moment you found me naked on your Jacuzzi," Polly told her with the most sincere tone she'd ever managed. As the tip of her middle finger slipped between Christine's labia, Polly said with a serious tone, "I want to do for you the things your husband should be doing but won't. I want to make you feel the pleasures and joys and euphoria that you deserve, Christine. You are too beautiful a woman, to vibrant a woman, to erotic a woman to 'not' have these things. And I want to be the woman who shows you this..."

And as her finger tip found Christine's clit and began slowly toying with it, Polly begged, "Please."

 

[siobhancan99]

I want to do for you the things your husband should be doing but won't.

“how about…” Christine sucked on Polly’s lower lip again, moaning into the kiss as Polly’s finger parted her lips and slid along the secret flesh between. She ran her hands down to Polly’s round ass, taking two handfuls of it. It felt weird, but again a good sort of weird. New and in being new it was exciting. She kneaded the flesh in her hands, spread the cheeks of Polly’s ass with her fingers. She brushed her nose along Polly’s “we don’t mention him while we’re kissing” She smiled softly, then sucked on Polly’s lower lip again, her lips tender but holding fast to Polly’s. She shifted, dragging her smaller chest along Polly’s, feeling the soft crush of girl flesh on girl flesh. She sighed “your lips are so soft. I just want to keep kissing them. You can do whatever you want just kiss me Polly.” She needed that. She needed the build up, the foreplay and the touching. The thousand little things that happened before the main event that made her feel sexy and connected. Polly’s pursuit of her, her stated desire that began from the first moment was part of that. It made her melt, a little, inside.

“it wasn’t really till about 2 am for me” she admits “but waking up” She got a little bolder, experimenting. This might be her only real chance and she felt like she should take advantage of it. She kissed Polly’s neck, then sucked at her earlobe softly “when I felt you around me I felt so safe and cared for and it was amazing. You made me feel better.”

Her hands moved again, sliding up to cup Polly’s breasts. She hefted them, momentarily lacking the confidence she was displaying, she reminded herself she knew the basics, even if every woman was different. She brushed her thumbs across Polly’s dark nipples, listening for a reaction, feeling for one.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

“How about … we don’t mention him while we’re kissing”​

Polly understood that, particularly since the kissing was so dramatic and erotic and different than anything she'd ever done with the Prick. Polly had always been told she was good in bed and good at all she did in bed. But Christine knew how to kiss like no one Polly had ever met lips with, and she was perfectly fine with forgetting that there was a third player in this unfolding drama.

“You can do whatever you want just kiss me Polly.”​

Polly took that as permission and, wetting her fingers with Christine's own juices which would serve so much better than even the flow of water down her belly, she went to work 'drawing circles upon the woman's already swollen clit. The effect on Christine was instantaneous, and Polly smiled into the ongoing kiss.

In between her reactions to the pleasurable touch, the blonde spoke of when she knew she wanted Polly as Polly had already professed she'd wanted her.

“It wasn’t really till about 2 am for me ... but waking up ... when I felt you around me I felt so safe and cared for and it was amazing. You made me feel better.”​

"Holding you," Polly whispered between kisses, "I've wanted to so badly. I thought you would never call me. I 'feared' you would never call me. When you did..."

Polly tried to show how she'd felt about that second contact by speeding up her manipulation of Christine's little nub of pleasure. She looked into her eyes, begging, "Cum for me. I want you to cum for me. Tell me what you need if I'm not giving it to you, Christine, but please, please. Cum for me."

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine needed a minute. It was hard for her to get off standing. She just kept kissing Polly, over and over her lips found some inch of Polly's neck, or her soft lips again. Her fingers plucked and lightly pinched, toying with Polly's dark nipples as her mind fell into enjoying the established rhythm of the fingers against her. Her clit. She gasps, feeling herself teetering on the edge, then clings to Polly as she lets go. Her legs quiver and her hands dig lightly into Polly's back. She moans and feels her leg buckle. He body slides down the wall to perch her shapely ass on the edge of the tub. "ohhh" she inhales, quivering a little. her legs twitch a moment. She swallows and looks up at Polly "I needed that. Like you can't believe" she takes Polly's hand and kisses it, pressing her lips to her palm at first.

"thank you. Polly."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Just as Christine was enjoying the finger making patterns on, over, and around her clit, Polly was enjoying the pinching of her nipples and groping of the big tits upon which they were 'mounted'. She'd always loved having her breasts pleasured as they were so sensitive. Many times, she believed, her orgasms had been as much about what was happening at her chest as they had been about what was happening between her legs.

Polly had always firmly believed it was her tits that had first drawn Robert to her in that bar that night a year ago. It was so sad for her then that after they'd become a regular thing, he'd rarely shown them more than just a moment's attention before all his concentration went to putting his mouth on her pussy or his cock inside it. How ironic was it then that Robert's wife was now causing Polly to moan in delight at the pinching and teasing of her big, brown 'buttons' of joy?

Polly was all too aware that many women who were normally orgasmic couldn't cum while in a standing position. It was awkward for many and that 'many' number included her as well. So she was delightfully surprised when Christine's entire body began to quiver against her, losing some of its control which Polly compensated for by pressing her own body against the woman and grasping her more tightly with her free hand, keeping her upright until the waves of euphoria were of no doubt.

That moment, that instance when Christine exploded in orgasm, was the first time the tall, beautiful blonde's mouth wasn't all over Polly. The explosion overwhelmed her, and they simply stared into each other's eyes in a moment of truth.

"ohhh ... I needed that. Like you can't believe."​

Christine had slid down the tile to the tub's edge, and Polly lowered with her.

"Thank you. Polly."​

"Your pleasure," the younger woman said, once again pressing their mouths together in a wet, erotic, tongue meeting kiss, "is my pleasure."

Polly pulled Christine tightly into her, the spray of hot water hitting her high on the shoulders and washing over both of their bodies. She kissed her lover's ear, nibble its lobe, then whispered, I just want to hold you until we run out of hot water."

The irony of that was that the shower fed off a central heating system, not individual hot water heaters, so if they remained there like that, it would be the housekeeper at 11am who would be bringing their erotic shower to an end. Still, Polly wanted to hold the other woman until the conspicuous orgasmic trembling ceased. There was no hurry, after all.

 

[siobhancan99]

The shower was amazing. A balm for Christine's tortured mind. After her orgasm they'd not stopped touching as the water rained down on them. While she wanted to fuck Polly, she was just caught up in the intimacy of actually showering, washing the other woman's back, tending to her and just keeping up all the touches as she got her soapy and rinsed her clean. She desperately wanted to wash her thick curly hair and play with it, but it seemed almost more intimate than sex in a weird way. Something you did for your girlfriend not the girl you fucked one weekend while your marriage fell apart. She figured if things went somewhere she'd have the chance.

She kissed Polly every chance she got, just being touchy and generally needing to be against her. She always was after sex, very tactile and needing to continue touching and being entangled. She eventually stepped out to avoid getting pruney, and set about drying her hair while Polly toweled off.

"I want to spend the day curled up with you, but I also need clean clothes." she looked over at the curvy beauty. "I texted my parents while you were up earlier and let them know i was with a work friend and might stop by and get some. My bag's by the door. We can grab it and come back here if you want. Or I can just run and get it." She wanted to make the offer for Polly to come along so the girl didn't worry about her not coming back. As they moved into the next room, Christine looked over her things. She looked sad for a moment, and swept her wedding ring into her purse, then sat on the bed, not in any hurry to head out.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"I want to spend the day curled up with you, but I also need clean clothes."​

"You only need them if you plan on getting dressed again..." Polly teased, adding, "...'ever'!"

They shared a laugh, and Christine talked about going to her parents. It never even occurred to Polly that after this, her new lover would 'skip out' on her. Maybe it should have, though. There was a lot of emotions involved with what was happening, as she spied Christine dropping her wedding ring into her purse as opposed to returning it to her finger.

"I'd love to go with you," Polly told the other woman. She gestured to the wet mass upon the top of her head. "You're gonna have to give me a moment to deal with this first, though. The hotel has a continental breakfast in the lobby that's open 'til 11. Do you want to go down and I'll meet you, or do you want to bring something back up here?"

Then, giving Christine a devilish smile and and up and down ogle, she suggested, "See if you can find some sort of spreads I can paint your body with, and I'll like you clean."

She laughed, then turned to the mirror and her bath bag to begin the task of dealing with her hair and face.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine was content to let Polly handle her hair. She looked at her again. IT was so thick and curly and luscious and she resisted an urge to go run her hands through it.

"Let's go down and have breakfast" She dressed, leaving her bra on the floor. She looked down at her hand which felt naked without the ring on it and felt a pang of regret. She hadn't even sold herself on getting divorced really. Ten years was a long time and throwing it away over an affair wasn't something that came easy. She still loved Bob even if she was mad enough to kill him. She also felt obscenely guilty about having sex with someone else, even if he did it... did HER first. Still in typical Christine fashion she pushed it all down and kept herself even as far as her face to the world. She listened to Polly natter on a bit as she got dressed, making appropriate noises here and there despite the turbulence of her emotional state.

As they made their way to the hall she wondered if she should hold her hand or something. She wasn't really sure this was a hand holding situation, never having cheated on someone herself. She thought back to Robert and her and their time during the affair and settled on "no." She felt another pang there, a wave of empathy for Katherine, though she reassured herself that Katherine had never known about the affair. In this case she did and she was still fragile and prone to over thinking. They got into the elevator in companionable silence, and Christine suddenly realized she didn't know enough about the girl to really have a conversation about anything but her husband or sex. She cleared her throat, wondering how to navigate this.

She was relieved, temporarily, by the opening of the elevator doors. They gave their room number at the door to the little buffet area, and she got herself some toast and bacon and orange juice. When they sat, she offered a little smile and did the most American of ice breakers "so... what do you do?"

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Let's go down and have breakfast."​

Polly looked out from the bathroom, smiled, and agreed simply, "Okay."

As she dealt with her 'rat's nest', then donned her clothing and stepped into the high heels that, mistakenly, were the only shoes she'd packed, Polly rattled on about what it was like to deal with her kinky curls, about how she'd once straightened it only to realize that that was even more of a hassle, about how she'd love to have Christine's wavy blonde locks, and more.

Polly could tell from the other woman's responses that she was only half listening. Christine's mind was busy with so many thoughts, and Polly both empathized and sympathized. Her own mind had been reeling lately, but Polly knew that her current issues didn't compare to what Robert and she herself had put Christine through of late.

Upon leaving, Polly was dressed in spaghetti strap blouse that clung tightly to her generous bosom, her ever pert nipples all to conspicuous even through the extra layer of her bra. Lower, she'd donned a tight fitting pair of stretchy denims. They clung to her shapely ass and athletic legs like a second skin, with her thighs and calves made even more sexy by the height of the shoes.

In contrast to Christine's little 'snack' of toast, bacon, and OJ, Polly filled a plate with a little bit of nearly every platter offered, poured a bowl of store brand, wannabe Lucky Charms, and brought over cups of orange juice, milk, and coffee. Seeing the other woman's reaction to the personal smorgasbord, Polly laughed and explained, "I need to be fueled up for what I'm hoping's gonna happen later to day, possibly imminently so."

She was, of course, speaking of making passionate and energetic love to Christine, and by the beautiful blonde's reaction, Polly was certain that the woman she'd gotten off in the shower understood the insinuation. She sat across the tiny round table to look directly across at Christine, and for the first little while all she did was eat and stare with a devilish smirk.

"So... what do you do?"​

Polly couldn't help but laugh at the question, loud enough that most of the other half dozen or so hotel guests in the dining area glanced her way. She said quietly, "A question someone usually asks someone 'before' they get naked and have sex in the bathroom, but, sure, why not..."

She hesitated while an elderly couple passed behind her, then answered, "I work for 'Habitat for Humanity', the Regional office, in LA. I was at..."

Polly paused her explanation. She'd been about to say that she'd previously worked out of Denver, where she'd met Robert when he was there for a convention. Instead she continued, "I help organize major events, mostly fund raisers but sometimes 'builds', too. Not single home events, which are mostly handled by the local community chapters, the real heroes of the organization. Whole subdivisions are under my group's umbrella. Last month, we broke ground on a fourteen home neighborhood near Oakland that will include a park, a playground, a daycare center, and will provide a permanent work space for AFS so that they can do outreach right there in the neighborhood. We already have the fourteen families picked out, including married couples with and without kids, single moms, a widowed dad, a gay couple who adopted three kids left homeless by the Haitian earthquake, and a grandmother raising her three grandkids after their mother died of a heroine overdose."

Polly laughed, adding, "You should see that old lady with a hammer, wow."

Her smile widened significantly before her expression softened and she mused, mostly to herself but also loud enough for Christine's ears, "Sometimes I'm not such a bad girl after all."

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine had been looking at the girl with unabashed envy due to the fact that she seemed to just ooze sex in a way Christine could never pull off. When she sat down with the world's heartiest breakfast, Christine's envy switched to envy of her metabolism. She folded her bacon into her toast and made a sandwich of it, noshing as Polly talked. It made sense Polly worked for a non-profit. Robert had pushed her to join a few. She sat on a few boards and they'd been quite helpful in her career. She assumed that was how they met, but she wasn't ready to open that particular wound. Not this morning and not in her post coital glow. She listened genuinely as Polly talked about the organization, lighting up at how it seemed to really move her and how she seemed to relish making a difference.

When Polly turned to self deprecation, Christine reached across the table and squeezes her hand. She'd been that young girl, taken in by the charm and lies of and older man. Not coincidentally, the very same older man. She had the impression Polly didn't exactly balk at adultery, but the girl seemed genuinely troubled by what she did and Christine had the impression she was a good person. "hey." She ran her fingers along the back of Polly's hand "none of that ok?" she struggled herself with her own thoughts of blame for the girl. It wasn't something that was going to be resolved over night, even if it had been a really restful night. Still despite her own ambivalent feelings she wasn't about to let the girl run herself down. "You seem like a good person to me, Polly." She focused on the girl's face, as it was easier to say things like that when she wasn't being confronted with the fact that Polly's body was definitely... unquestionably... made for sin.

Christine let her hand linger, probably a little longer than she meant to, before withdrawing it. She offered Polly a smile. A fragile one, but a smile "It sounds like you do really good important work. You should be proud of yourself. At 21 that's no small feat. Plus its just such an amazing organization. One that's genuinely spending the money where it needs to instead of on lavish salaries."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Hey." She ran her fingers along the back of Polly's hand. "None of that ok?"​

Polly smiled at the touch of Christine's fingers on her hand. Movement beyond the blonde caught Polly's attention. An older couple had noted the intimate gesture, and while the female half donned a critical expression, the male half was smiling, likely imagining the two of them in bed naked, maybe even with him.

Polly considered blowing the man a kiss, but thought better of it. She'd never really been one for public displays of affection. Maybe that was because half of her romantic relationships had been with 'taken' men (and women).

Instead, knowing that it couldn't be seen by others, she slipped one foot out of its heel and lifted it up between Christine's thighs. She easily found the woman's crotch and began playing the tips of her toes against the cloth covered folds, smiling devilishly.

 

[siobhancan99]

Polly is rewarded with a minor squeak, an expression of mixed surprise, alarm, and arousal and Christine's toned thighs squeezing the foot hard a she closes her legs. Christine immediately realizes she's just trapped the foot against herself, and relaxes a bit so Polly can pull back... or not.

Her face is absolutely scarlet, which immediately reaches her ears. She swallows and looks down at her bacon sandwich and shoves it into her mouth, practically devouring it. Looking over at the elevator she looks back at Polly "just eat your breakfast and we can go back upstairs." Her tone sort of one of negotiation like 'behave yourself and youll get a treat'

Inwardly, she was both shocked at the development, definitely being wayyy to reserved for it... but also aroused. It was such a subtle but sort of powerful move. An expression of Polly's desire for her and sort of staking out her claim. She supposed she did at least intend to spend the weekend with the girl, but going home to get more clothes would have to wait till at least after lunch.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly giggled at Christine's reaction to the toes finding her panties. The clamping of thighs about her foot did nothing to stop her, as her toes simply continued to curl and uncurl against the warm folds on the other side of the panties.

"Just eat your breakfast and we can go back upstairs."​

"No," Polly said, her smile widening as her toes continued playing. "No, not yet. I want you to tell me something about you. I told you about me, now, you tell me about you."

Polly peeked about to ensure that their little bit of fun wasn't being spied upon, then looked back to Christine. In barely above a whisper, she demanded, "Tell me about the first time you were with another woman. And don't tell me you haven't been. You handled last night too well for me to have been your first. Tell me..."

She twisted her foot, trying to get her big toe around Christine's panties and directly onto the flesh that she was certain was getting wetter with every passing second. She finished, "...and I'll give 'you' a surprise when we get back upstairs."

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine has regrets about borrowing a skirt instead of wearing her jeans. Her regrets intensify and lessen seeming all at once as Polly explores. She looks around, sure everyone in the restaurant can tell she's getting a foot job, and laughs momentarily as she thinks of that scene from that old movie from the 90s where the woman fakes an orgasm in a diner. She shifts a little, wriggling back so she can think without the intrusion of Polly's toe distracting her.

"I'm sure you'll be shocked to know I was a sorority girl." She gestures "I don't fit the bill at ALL." She laughs and squirms a bit, closing her legs again to sort of keep the foot in place. "So there was this girl. Amy... but you know, spelled all special. Because she was special. A-i-m-e-e. Aimee. Aimee was my 'big sis' in the sorority. After your first year, that's not that meaningful. So my Sophomore year she and I would go to parties. She was a year ahead? I think. A junior."

She shifted again, getting comfortable. "I'm like... 99 percent sure that she was gay, but she was super super Christian and like, wasn't into the idea. We'd meet boys and they'd inevitably do something that put her off and she'd end up not going home with one. So one night, we were commiserating over another terrible night at a party and she was playing with my hair and it just felt really nice. She brushed my cheek with her hand and like.... just on impulse I kissed it. And like... freaked out because she was soooo Jesusy. But she just kept playing with my hair and then she laid down with me and held me a little and the next thing I knew were were just kind of touching each other a little. Like nothing crazy at first."

She paused to finish her OJ. "Anyway, we kissed a little and then I fingered her and she fingered me a bit. I didn't get off but I think she did. We never discussed it again. Like it was just something that happened."

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"No one can see me," Polly whispered when she realized that Christine was looking around for prying eyes. "Table cloth. Or I wouldn't have done it."

She listened to the woman's story about her first time with another 'chick', smiling the whole time as she tried to imagine Christine's lips on the other woman's lips, her hands on the woman's body, her fingers 'in' the woman's pussy.

"I didn't get off but I think she did. We never discussed it again. Like it was just something that happened."​

When Christine finished, Polly told her quietly, "I wish I had been there instead. I would have made sure you got off."

She gave up on trying to get her toe inside the restrictive panties, giggling as she finally pulled her foot out and found her shoe. She stuffed a mini muffin into her mouth, stood, and (with crumbs 'poofing' outward) managed, "C'mon."

Less than five minutes later, they were on the bed again, with Polly ravaging Christine's body with kisses, caresses, and gropes. "I want to go down on you and give you what Aimee had failed to give you. Get these fucking clothes off."

She herself raised high on her knees and quickly began stripping, laughing in excitement.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine writhed on the bed under the sensual assault of Polly's hands and lips. She fumbled ardently with Polly's top, eventually getting it off her and over her head. She looked up at her as Polly promised to go down "you have to let me too. I mean get you off. I feel selfish." She ran her hands over Polly's amazing skin, hefting her ample chest in her hands and toying with the nipples. It was new and different and exciting, but Polly was also just so naturally beautiful her body almost commanded her to touch it. Christine swallowed, lifting her hips enough for Polly to get her panties off, then when she settled she sat up a bit. Her mouth hovered over one thick dark nipple a moment, then she closed her eyes and sucked it into her warm mouth.

Moaning, she battered the tip of it with her tongue, lashing across. Her hands gripped Polly's back, fingers digging in lightly, even as her lips sealed around Polly's flesh. She pulled firmly with her mouth, remembering Polly's reaction in the shower and hoping it was because she was sensitive and not because she was putting on a show. She worried the stiff nipple with her teeth, grazing, scraping the edge of them along the nipple, then sucked again, nice and firm, pulling at the taut flesh in her mouth before tickling with her tongue again.

She released the nipple then, nervous, moved to the other, pulling firmly again with her mouth before laying back "I want you to get what you need too Polly" It was important to her, not necessarily that Polly get off but that Polly knew she wanted her and wanted to be an active participant.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"You have to let me too. I mean get you off. I feel selfish."​

"If I have to," Polly teased as the heat between them rose. Suddenly, Polly sucked in a deep breath as Christine herself sucked in one of her nipples. All she could do was moan, "Oh, God."

"I want you to get what you need too Polly."​

"Then just keep doing that," the younger woman pleaded. The pleasure coming from Christine's lips, tongue, and teeth upon her super sensitive nipples was heavenly. She repeated, "Just keep doing that."

Polly shifted her legs to straddle the other woman's lower waist, and as Christine continued to perform her magic upon and all about her swollen nubs, Polly began rubbing her crotch back and forth against the other's belly. It didn't take long for Polly to begin moaning softly, showing her obvious delight.

It felt incredible, and given enough time, these two pleasures together would cause Polly to explode in orgasm. But Polly was in a hurry, to achieve climax but even more so to put her mouth the Christine's pussy.

She reached for her lover's hand to direct it between them, to the waist band of the panties that she was yet to remove. She made it obvious what she was looking for, asking in whisper, "Touch me."

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine rolls her eyes and laughs "you don't have to if its such a chore." She moves back to the first nipple, pulling, biting lightly, tugging with her teeth and lashing with her tongue, before switching to the second, pulling with just her lips at first, then lashing the tip with the tip of her tongue. She closes her eyes, concentrating. It isn't second nature and she wants to be good. She bites at the base, lightly, letting Polly feel her teeth.

When Polly moves her hand she freezes a moment. She's not sure of her abilities in this regard and its only the 3rd time in her life she's done this. She opens her eyes to look up at Polly, taking encouragement from her parted lips and ecstatic sounds. She presses her palm against the panel of Polly's panties, grinding it against Polly's lips and Polly's lips by extension against her clit. She takes a moment and Polly can feel her sort of working out how to move her fingers, then she slips her hand up and down into the cotton prison of Polly's boy shorts.

Christine uses all four fingers at first, just rubbing Polly's lips and feeling the fullness and softness of them. She takes a single finger and drags it along Polly's lips, then between. Brushing over Polly's clit she slips it back and forth, then starts to circle. Her attention to Polly's breasts falters a bit, as she is clearly concentrating a bit on doing this, trying to get it right. As she settles into more of a rhythm, the pull of her mouth grows. She's not quite confident, but she's trying.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Oh, yeah, right there," Polly murmured as Christine's finger first glided over her clit. "So good, so good, so good..."

At the same time, though, the younger woman felt the difference at her bosom as the older woman's attention went 'south'. Polly had reached both of her hands to the top of the headboard earlier, but now she cupped one behind Christine's head, directing her mouth right onto a needy nipple as she said (without explaining about where she was specifically speaking), "Don't stop. That feels so good."

It had been a long time since someone (male or female) had shown Polly's breasts such wonderful attention. Christine might have questioned her skill at pleasuring her new lover's bosom, but it would have been wasted worry. Polly's moans were ever so slowly becoming louder and more intense at the work of the lips, tongue, and teeth upon her.

"Don't stop, please don't stop!" Polly began begging, repeating the plea over and over. She finally made her reasons clearly known: "I'm gonna cum. Just don't stop, Christine. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum."

 

[siobhancan99]

I'm gonna cum. Just don't stop, Christine. Don't stop. I'm gonna cum

That was all the encouragement Christine needed. She feasted on her lover's sumptuous breasts, sucking, pulling, her mouth tugging at the thick nipple trapped within even as Polly's grip crushed her face againt the perfect glove of her dark breast. Christine moaned, overcome, wanting to get Polly off so badly. Her finger kept circling, grazing, sliding around and around the button of Polly's clit. She let it glide along the slick flesh between Polly's legs, keeping a steady if not quite perfect rhythm. She looed up at Polly's face, struck once again by her beauty as her lover ground against her and pled for release.

Christine bit lightly, lashing with her tongue, endeavoring to give Polly everything and anything she needed to achieve that release. Her mouth latched to Polly's breast, her finger keeping up its circling, every move calculated to give the girl more and more pleasure.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

The same words came from Polly's mouth as Christine pushed her closer and closer to the tipping point. She drew and held a deep breath, released it in a gush, drew another and held it, then repeated the gush, crying out, "OH GOD, I'M ... GONNA ... CUM!"

The words were cried out too loud for such a gentile, small town hotel, but whether or not the neighbors were in their room and heard was not Polly's concern at the moment. Her only thought was that this moment between her and Christine was not just spectacular but so outrageously unlikely as well: her lover's lover was now 'her' lover, and even more than that, Polly was enjoying her lover's lover even more than she could remember having recently enjoyed her lover.

Of course, all of this was in the subconscious recesses of Polly's mind at the moment, and they wouldn't come to her consciously until long after she and Christine had finished the unbelievable encounter taking place between them.

Right now, the only thing on Polly's mind, as she drew and held for a long many seconds yet another deep breath, was that her orgasm was welling up within her, already having passed the 'point of no return'. Hey eyes had been closing and opening and closing again, but now she looked directly down into Christine's face as she neared climax, the desperation obvious in her expression.

And then, the air gushed out of her lungs in a loud gasp as her entire body erupted in the euphoria. Her mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure, the release; she lost touch with what was around her, feeling only the explosion of ecstasy throughout her entire being. Polly didn't know she was shaking like a leaf on a tree. She didn't know she was gasping out, short and sharp, at the waves surging through her. She didn't know she was slowly sinking downward toward and eventually atop Christine's body, her bosom pressing against the woman's face, threatening to smother her as her individual titties flanked her lover's cheeks.

She was lost to the moment, enjoying the greatest orgasm she'd had in weeks, possibly months...

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine kept her fingers moving through Polly's release, then stilled her hand. She slipped it out of Polly's shorts, thinking 'well, guess that worked' and feeling inordinately pleased with herself. She felt, given her inexperience, that was a greater accomplishment then getting a man off.

She also found that being nearly smothered in Polly's lovely breasts was a damn sight sexier than it had any right to be. The velvet crush of those firm but silky smooth globes against her face was erotic in a way she hadn't really anticipated or experienced before. She sighed happily, her lips planting soft kisses along Polly's chest, wanting to keep up that contact and keep up the connection between the two of them.

Her hands roamed, her fingers tracing the outline of Polly's cheeks, then kneading and spreading them. She kisses her way to Polly's neck, grinding softly into her, kissing and lightly nibbling "you're so beautiful Polly" she mumbled into Polly's ear, before her lips found the younger woman's. She pulled softly at Polly's lower lip, then pulled back to look up at her, wanting to be fucked but also content to just hold her and be held in turn.