"It Only Seems Fair" (closed)

[PollyWannaCracker]

At some point during the ongoing euphoria, Polly again felt Christine's mouth pleasuring her tits and, between continuing gasps for air, chuckled. How many times had she urged this woman's husband to play with her breasts, to kiss them, suck them, bite them even during the afterglow of her orgasms, knowing that it made the moments so much more enjoyable for her.

But no, while Robert had generally been conscientious about getting her off (more in the beginning than recently), once Polly had orgasmed he'd operated under this premise of 'The race is over, why would I continue to play?'

"you're so beautiful Polly"​

The younger woman giggled, turning her face down to return to kissing her new lover, an activity of which Christine was a master. Polly slid slowly off the tall blonde, laying in the crook of her arm and torso, their legs still 'entangled', as Christine herself had called it. She turned her lover's face to her to continue the kisses, which were so soft and yet so erotic at the same time.

"Can we just lay here a while?" Polly asked, her body still basking in the afterglow. "Hold me, kiss me, be with me."

She was so sated (as well as a bit tired from the on again, off again sleep of the previous night) that Polly could very easily drift off to sleep. And while she hadn't told Christine about it, Polly had actually paid for two nights at the hotel, hoping beyond hope that things here would turn out the way she wanted. So, no housekeeper would be banging on the door in just over an hour, wanting to tidy up the room for the next client.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine nodded "of course" She wanted to play more but she assumed that they had all the time in the world. She closed her eyes and shifted to get comfortable, then started kissing Polly again. Her lips brushed around and around, just a ghost of a touch against the younger woman's mouth. She teases like that a few passes, then gently tugs at Polly's upper lip and lets her tongue trace the contours. She takes the time to really consider the differences. The softness, the lack of Bob's omnipresent stubble. It was nice. Not necessarily better or worse but nice and different.


She tangled her fingers in the curls at the back of Polly's head, then ran her fingers through her roots. The pads of her fingers lightly massaged the scalp, alternating with soft little tugs to break up the tension. Her eyes opened and stayed on the younger woman's, just watching her as she played with her thick dark hair. Her body wrapped up in the generous curves of the gorgeous girl beside her she felt comfortable and safe. All thoughts of her troubles were for the moment dispelled, and she let herself just be. "Do you want to sleep?" she asked "we can nap till we have to go get my clothes." she would need to do that though, really to get a few things from the house. Shampoo and conditioner, makeup.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly was more content at this moment than she could remember having been in forever. That even included the happiest times with Christine's husband, back when their relationship had still included spontaneity, surprise, adventure. Between the actual sex and the simple but 'loving' treatment her new lover was showing her, Polly couldn't imagine not being with the woman from this point out. Sometimes, love at first sight (or first orgasm) could be more than just real, it could be 'right'!

"Do you want to sleep?" she asked "we can nap till we have to go get my clothes."​

Polly met Christine's lips again for a long, erotic, yet soft kiss, then closed her eyes and snuggled her face into the crook of the woman's neck and shoulder. She was now and often was all too aware of her curly mass of mayhem, and she giggled as she reached up to pull as much of it out of Christine's face as she could.

"I should get my band," she said. "Get a handle on all this."

She kissed Christine again, then slipped out of the bed. Digging in her wheeled case, Polly pulled out a wide head band, slipped it down over her head to her neck, then pulled it up in the front to claim some level of control over her kinky curls. She stood there for a long moment, letting her lover get a long look at the bosom on which she'd spent so much wondrous time.

Then, with slow, sexy, dancer like moves, Polly stripped her last bit of clothing down her hips to her thighs until the panties fell away to the floor. Like a stalking lioness, Polly crawled up the bed again on her hands and knees, finding Christine's mouth again for some of those delicious kisses.

"Sleep can wait," she whispered as her mouth begin a slow route down the blonde's fair skinned body. "I wanna taste you."

Her lips and tongue found Christine's jawline, her neck, each breast, each nipple. Her tongue ran a meandering route down and across a belly that Polly imagined had been well cared for in an effort to remain pleasing to the eye of her lying, cheating husband. It was tight and well sculpted, with just enough of a hint of visible abs to allow Polly to follow them with the tip of her tongue before she returned to kissing the beauty where Mother Nature had 'laid carpet' that was no longer there, again for that rotten bastard Robert.

Moving her arms and body subtly, Polly would end up with her face at Christine's pussy, where the kisses continued, first to the left and right on the woman's thighs, then further inward, and finally atop the soft , light brown labia that (with Christine's knees wide) featured their pink 'sisters' within them.

Polly looked up to the blonde beauty, smiled, and whispered, "I hope you like this."

And pressing as much of her tongue as she could against the wetness between her leg's, Polly let her tongue slide ever so slowly up Christine's sensitive flesh until the tip of her tongue was on and playing with the woman's swollen nub of pleasure.

"Tell me what you like, Christine, and 'don't' tell me you like it all," Polly told her between swirls. "I want detailed instructions on how to make you explode."

She'd always done this with new lovers, whether male or female, asking them to describe what drove them mad. It was probably why people (again, both males and females) loved sex with Polly, because she always started their relationships with knowledge.

Although she tried not to recall it at this moment, Polly couldn't help but recall the first time she'd gone down on Christine's husband. It had been the second night of their first weekend together, and she'd spent over 40 minutes with her head over his crotch, pleasuring him close to but always short of that point of no return until finally he couldn't take any more and begged her to make him cum.

He'd wanted her to take his load in her mouth, show it to him, and swallow, nothing surprising as most men wanted that. It wasn't just terribly erotic but was also demeaning to women in some respects. Sure, Polly had enjoyed sucking some of her lovers' cocks and devouring the results, but that had been because she truly and sincerely wanted to give that to them. That first time with Robert, though, had been solely about his desire to do something with (to?) a woman that he later told Polly his wife wouldn't do.

She pushed Robert out of her consciousness, lapped at Christine again, then repeated her demands and then expanded on them, "Tell me what to do, or I'm going to quit."

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine looks down, watching “first off your hair is gorgeous” she spreads her legs a little “but since you asked” she reaches down and presses a fingertip to her thigh “You don’t have to rush right to the main event. Kiss around it a little. Make me feel pretty. Touch me first.” She takes Polly’s hand and runs it along her thigh “make it an event. For both of us” she swallows and watches the girl, heart pounding. She’s never seen a pretty girl’s face down there before, and frankly it’s a bit of a thrill. She wants to savor it. “Drag your tongue along here” she brushes her fingertip just long where her lips meet her thigh “and then the other side”
Christine spread her legs a little wider, making everything easer. She felt the borrowed skirt bunch up around her lower abdomen, exposing her bare pussy. She moans softly “kiss me, like you’re kissing my lips. Take your time. Let me feel those soft beautiful lips of yours against me.” She wriggles slightly as she watches the girl comply, feeling the deliciously soft press of Polly’s lips to her nether ones. “drag your tongue along over it, flat. So I can see it” that was more visual than something that felt good, but she wanted to remember this moment forever and that would be a good image for her to… reminisce… in the middle of the night.
“Then I want you to take your tongue and sort of drag it around my clit” she swallows and watches “tease me. Come close to touching but don’t. not at first” She toys idly with one nipple, teasing it, tugging it where Polly can see her “then take those soft beautiful lips and wraps them around… and just suck a little. Just nice and light. Then ..”
She arched a bit, moaning as she felt the contact with Polly’s warm mouth “brush your tongue… just real light. Real fast but real light” she flutters her tongue to show Polly what she means “just over the tip. Over and over.” Christine felt her chest flush and her breath come a little faster. She pinched her own nipple and kept her eyes on Polly.

“Now… take the tip of your tongue… just inside me. Make a little circle. Clockwise. Drag just…. Yeah, like that” she moans and squeezes Polly’s head in her thighs “then fuck me with it a little. Let me feel it…” she tugged hard at her nipple “then slide it out… and suck on my clit. Nice and hard now” Christine wanted to cum and she knew what she needed, but she loved watching Polly eating her pussy so she held off a moment.
“Now… slide two fingers into me. Fuck me with them. Nice and firm strokes. Fast” she moans “and keep your tongue moving against my clit” She whimpered, on the edge “now … curl your fingers. Yeah, fuck Polly just like that. Fuck just like that just like that just like that don’t fucking stop just like that…”
Christine grabbed a handful of Polly’s hair, tugging hard at the roots and pressing her into her slick pussy “fuck” she strained a bit, then her thighs clamped around Polly’s head, trapping her in place a moment. She gasped and felt the tension in her uncoil, felt her mind reel and her body suffuse with pleasure. Her moans filled the hotel room, and her scent filled Polly’s nostrils as she got off.

 

[PollyWannaCracker]

Polly was conflicted about what was making her hotter: eating at Christine's pussy or having Christine explain in great detail how to do it. Another irony of being with a woman over a man was that Polly loved 'sex talk' with the former while with the latter she was perfectly fine with just gettin' it on.

Robert was a dirty talker during sex, and Polly had often pressed her mouth hard to his while they were going at it to shut him up. So it was most definitely ironic that she couldn't get enough of the man's wife telling her what to do.

And the effects that Polly's lips, tongue, and then her fingers were having on Christine were all so obvious. The younger woman took her time, following each step religiously and with joy...

“You don’t have to rush right to the main event...

Kiss around it a little...

Make me feel pretty...

Make it an event. For both of us..."​

Watching her new lover shifting slightly, then more so, and finally writhing about the mattress as the pleasure affected her more and more was magical to Polly. With a woman, and most definitely here with Christine now, causing pleasure was as much a thrill as was receiving it. Polly could remain down here like this, doing this, forever.

But forever wasn't to be, as the step-by-step pleasuring of Christine Cooper finally did result in the blonde beauty's body erupting in orgasm to the manipulations of the darker skinned woman's tongue and fingers. Polly didn't and wouldn't slow down her 'workings' on Christine's pussy until the woman begged her to do it herself. The explosion she witnessed was simply to beautiful to let end too quickly, and if she had a choice, Polly would soldier on to see if Christine was capable of a second or even a third immediate orgasm, as Polly herself was when she was with the right lover.

 

[siobhancan99]

Christine and Polly wrapped themselves up in each other's embrace. Languorous lingering touches and exploration turned to slowly falling asleep, cuddled in against each other. Christine's breath slowed, and she eventually started snoring next to the girl.

She woke to find the blankets tugged up around them, Polly having gotten up at some point. She was spooning the girl, pressed into her back with her arm over her. Warm and content she didn't feel any real pressure to get up, or go anywhere or do anything. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep, loving being able to hold someone and be held. As her marriage had slowly disintegrated, she hadn't even noticed how this aspect of her life had gone by the wayside. It was only now, in having it, that she understood how badly she'd been missing it.

A few hours later, dressed in her jeans and t shirt from the night before and feeling grubby, they were headed through town towards her parent's house "I think its just easier to say you're my work friend." She looks over at Polly "I mean I wouldn't care if they knew we had sex, its just weird explaining how I know you. I apologize in advance if my mother refers to the person Robert was with in um... less than flattering terms but they're really lovely people who are just trying to support me you know?"

She skillfully navigated the streets, having spent a lot of time driving them as a teenager. She pointed out a few places she used to hang out. The first place she'd kissed a boy. Where she'd gotten drunk and thrown up when she was 14. The place they used to steal lipstick from during her 'oh so dangerous' high school shoplifting phase.

They pulled up to a faux-Spanish house typical of the neighborhood, and Christine worried her lip a moment. She was clearly nervous, but then inhaled and exhaled "So um." She felt weird, trying to see if Polly wanted to be acknowledged as more than a friend, but also it seemed soon for that, but also it ... it felt like it was going to last past the weekend. That acknowledgement also brought a huge wash of guilt, which she pushed down in Christine fashion, to never be dealt with.