Mississippi Riverboat circa 1851

[ranajja]

Amanda watched him, watched the desire play across Adam's face, saw him lick his lips as he studied her glistening mound, swollen and begging to be kissed..

It was all she could do to control herself, from grabbing him by the hair and force his face into her hot sweet sex..but she forced her hips to be still, her thighs to unclench..

But she did grab him by the hair and slowly brought her mouth to meet his. She kissed him slowly, deliberately, deeply, her tongue playing lightly over his, until he moaned into her mouth. Gently, she pulled from this kiss, tugging on each lip..then a soft, feathery touch of her lips to his, as she whispered,

"Now, kiss me, just like that..here.." Her voice was husky with desire as once again she raked her nails over her smooth thighs, to her glistening, swollen mound..

Her heart was hammering, and she savored the fire that was smouldering between her legs..she wanted to beg him to touch her, to taste her, to lick her..plead for him to take her..to fuck her..

But she said nothing, just watched him, her eyes promising..everything..

 

[DriveSouth]

She consumed his mouth, his tongue, his lips. Thrusting her tongue into him, sucking on is tongue, his lips. He’d never been kissed like this he was keenly aware of the difference between this kiss and all others he’d received.

It was base, animalistic, raw. It left an impression on him, an impression of desire.

Gently breaking the kiss, she still controlled his head by handfuls of hair. Guiding him smoothly down, down to the center of her desire, “Kiss me like that here .....”

Closer he is directed, closer he looks at her. Her mound is covered with a soft silky fluff of hair, her pink rose is glistening with desire, and as Adam breathes onto her labia, she gasp, letting a brief moment of vulnerability escape.

 

[DriveSouth]

Licking, flicking .....

Licking, flicking .....

Like it was his first kiss, hell, it was his first kiss. First kiss like this any way.

He pressed his hungry, warm lips to her velvet warmth, kissing her, kissing the very center of her, the center of his desire, his need.

Licking, flicking .....

Desire, wanting, needing, yes, all of these and more. He slowly backed away, wanting to see, wanting to know ..... his arousal grew as he gazed into her womanhood, her exquisite bush covering her mound, her lips, her nicely hidden away nub of passion as she called it and her warm entrance.

His fingers found the tender outer lips and softly pulled them, opening her slightly, allowing her musk and droplets of sweet elixir escape and fill his senses. Capturing some droplets on his finger, he once again tasted. Smiling at her he returned his head to her, to her pleasure.

Licking, flicking .....

Finding her sweet spot with his entire mouth, Adam sucked her into his mouth. She arched her back in approval and he released her.

Slowly, with the tip of his tongue, he began to trace a line. Beginning in the nether reaches, between her sweet pussy and her ass. Slowly he began, at the base of her being, gently, wetly, parting her, capturing all the droplets in the process. Continuing along this trail of passion, continuing the probing of her with his tongue, he parted her inner lips as his movement continued.

Licking, flicking .....

Up, up into the pleasure of this beautiful woman his tongue drifted.

Then the drifting stopped -- she stopped. As he reached the apex of her crotch. Licking, flicking, as he had unwittingly crossed her nub, her button, her sweet sweet rose bud, her hands had instinctively reached for him, no, involuntarily flung to catch him, to stop him on that glorious spot.

Licking, flicking, his tongued danced, danced on her rose bud.
Licking, flicking, danced on her now blood engorged lips that protruded, pouting in a most luscious way.
Licking, flicking, his tongue darted from pleasure to pleasure, the next being more pleasurable than the previous.

Licking, flicking .....

 

[ranajja]

At the first touch of his tongue, Amanda arched her back at the intense pleasure of it. Yes, he was new at this, but, oh my, he was learning..and quickly..

His tongue darted in a hundred different ways, shooting darts of pleasure between her legs that spread in tingling prickles all over her skin. Her hands played over her breasts, pinching, teasing her nipples into two hard points. Gently, she began to rock her hips against his mouth, wanting more of the decadent thrill his tongue and his lips were providing..

Oh..she moaned softly as she felt his tongue flick smoothly, insistently at her sweet, sensitive spot. She spread her legs wider for him, feeling naughty and delightfully vulnerable. She reached down to thrust her hands into his thick brown hair, then gently pressed his mouth deeper into her. She caressed the sides of his head, playfully pulling at his soft ears, all the while grinding her hips into his questing mouth.

Adam seemed to become bolder, more insistent, rolling his tongue all over her wetness, making soft, wet sounds that excited Amanda even more.

Ah..Ah..the sweet torture..delicious waves of pleasure rolled over her as Adam possessed her succulent mound with his mouth. Amanda sat up slightly, reaching down to caress his face, watching him as he tasted her, licked her.. Amanda’s fingers went lower, to touch herself, slick and wet and hot, to feel his tongue darting and probing..

Then, with fingers on either side, she spread her pussy lips wide, exposing the sweet pink folds. Adam groaned into her, and with renewed fervor increased his ministrations, pushing her closer and closer to the edge..of ecstacy..

Oh, oh, oh, yesssss…Amanda cried out as her hips rocked and bucked against his mouth, his wonderful tongue sending her soaring, flying..she thrust her hands once again into his hair and held on tightly, riding the waves of passion washing over her.. over and over...

 

[DriveSouth]

Seconds anyone???

Yesssss, yesssss, yesssss, yesssss…Amanda purred as her hips rocked and bucked against his mouth, his wonderful tongue sending her soaring, flying..she thrust her hands once again into his hair and held on tightly, riding the waves of passion washing over her..over and over...

Like vanishing ripples from a pebble tossed into a pool ..... the waves ebbed.

Silent .....

Motionless .....

She calmed, her breathing slowed to more like normal.

As if asking permission to continue, Adams tongue extended slowly, flatly covering her opening, delicately pressing his tongue to her, slowly edging up, towards the still throbbing knob.

Her permission was given, not verbally, her hips re-aligned under him, positioning herself to better enjoy a second helping.

Reading approval in her action, Adam continued. Slowly, like he had begun. Kissing the object of his desire. Deeply, thrusting his tongue into her, like he’d kissed her mouth before. Then, backing off, just allowing the edges of his lips to touch her. His tongue began slowly, loving licks of her slit from bottom to top. Each time he reached the very center --the warmest, wettest spot -- he flicked his tongue out and taste her. He continued this until she was moving her head from side to side and moaning tiny guttural moans.

Her thighs closed on his face and he slid farther into her, pressing his face hard against her lips. He wormed his hands between her thighs and used fingers to spread her lips apart, revealing her glorious pink center of love. He placed his entire mouth on that center and kissed her and sucked her inner lips inside his mouth and sucked them firmly.

Once more, her approval was evident. Her hips arched and she pulled him closer, by his hair. Pulling him tight against her, she crushed her wet, hot flower into him. Looking down, between the soft mounds of her breast, hardly noticing the fresh points of her nipples, she catches glimpses of his tongue at play.

Like a minnow darting from leaf to rock to hide, it hid. Hid inside the folds of her warmth, hiding from her view, peeking out just to allow the tongue to be seen.

She longed to have that tongue in her mouth, longed to suck it, to tongue his tongue .....

 

[ranajja]

Amanda watched, fascinated, growing more and more excited at each flick of his tongue. He teased her, licking furiously, then tongue stroke ever so slowly and lightly. He gently nibbled the tender skin of folds of her lips, then began sucking, pulling at that tender skin…

Ohhhh, each change brought new delights. She could see his tongue move over her, which sent shooting fires from between her legs.

Her nipples ached to be kissed, suckled…

She writhed against him, silently begged to be fucked, yearned to feel his long young rod thrust slowly, deeply into her hungry, aching need…

She reached around him and slowly raked her fingernails across his back…

Ohhhhh…she needed to feel him inside her…his mouth felt divine, but an itch has got to be scratched…and he had just what she needed..

“Oh darling Adam” she groaned, half laughing half sobbing, “I really need for you to fuck me….”

 

[DriveSouth]

Adam heard her pleadings, heard her beg, but was intent on seeing this through. Intent on being right here, head buried deep in between her legs, her thighs pressing against the side of his head for one more shivering orgasm.

Slowly he worked his hands around to gently hold each leg, he reached high up her thigh, letting his hands come to rest on her knees. Holding her firmly to the sides of his head, his face reveled in her moist crotch.

Trailing his hands down her thighs he slowly parted her legs wider and wider, wrapping his arms around her hips, pulling her close, pulling her tight, grinding his face into her.

As the waves broke over her Adam held on, for dear life he held tight to her, keeping his face pressed snugly into her, keeping her slippery labia against his face, till she rode the storm, till it washed her out, drained through her.

Afresh with the confidence ----- confident that it would take considerable more stimulation before he could cum again, Adam allowed the waves to wash across Amanda, allowed her to be bathed in the moment, the moment after.

Then slowly, to his hands and knees he moved , slowly he climbed atop her, into position to enter her .....

 

[ranajja]

She begged him to stop, pleaded with him to bury his beautifully hard manhood deep inside her…she yearned for that deeper penetration, deeper closeness…

Yet, he continued to devour her, both of them reveling in her juices, his lips moist and inviting…he continued to lick, to nibble, to suck at her most sensitive of areas, over and over…oh, so naughty to orgasm yet again, so decadent…she was going over the edge…again…ohhhhh…

Her heart hammered wildly, her breathing came in hard gasps. Ooo, she needed him, needed him, oh, so badly…the outer cravings had been met, but now there was an ache, deep between her legs, that only a nice, well-hung, vigorous man would satisfy…

She groaned, writhing in anticipation as she felt his knees part her thighs.

She felt the tip of his glorious manhood press lightly against her, as if knocking to gain entrance…

She raised her hips to grind into him, and as he began to push into her…she neatly flipped him over onto his back, spread out on this luxurious bed. Her hips were poised above him, barely allowing the tip of his manhood to penetrate….and there she stopped, just ground her hips around, feeling how good it felt, just ever so slightly…to allow him to barely penetrate her warm flower…

Ah, just to enjoy the pleasant torture…to make herself resist pushing all the way down, too quickly…oh, no, this will be savored, enjoyed, milked for every last pleasure…

She took his hands and held them gently above his head…oooh, to hold him down, while she bent down and kissed him, deeply, tongues swirling…

Mmmm, just a little more, she thought, and allowed him to penetrate a little deeper, gasping at how wonderful it felt, how sexy she felt…she so enjoyed having this handsome young man worship her body…

 

[DriveSouth]

Mmmm, just a little more, she thought, and allowed him to penetrate a little deeper, gasping at how wonderful it felt, how sexy she felt…she so enjoyed having this handsome young man worship her body -----

Worship he did, he gave himself, gave his being to please her, to sate her, to no avail, she seemed insatiable, her desire to be loved, to be pleased, to be pushed to the edge, to the edge of surrender, the edge of ecstasy -----

Adam wanted her, all of her -----

He wanted to fill her, all of her -----

He wanted to posses her, all of her -----

But he didn’t. Instead, with all the will he could muster, he allowed his hands to fill with the bed covers. Both fist, clinched in defiance, defiance of what his body wanted, what his manhood wanted.

He lie still, perfectly still. That seemed what see wanted. For him to be still and allow her the control of the moment, the freedom to please herself on him, with him.

And she did -----

She rushed to the first edge, the first wave with abandon, no more than the head of Adam had entered her, just parted her really. But they came anyway, spilling over in a split second, swiftly rising to the barely breathable stages.

Collapsing onto his chest, Amanda basked in the aferglow -- aftershocks seems so much more appropriate -- she breathed in deeply, regaining her composure, preparing to continue the assault on his column of flesh.

 

[DriveSouth]

But before she was able to completely recuperate, Adam’s desire rose up and forced him to take control, albeit temporary.

With Amanda still at rest upon his chest, he gently traced lines along the outsides of her legs, beginning just below her hips. He slowly worked his finger tips upward, over her hips now and across her slim waist line. Sensing the hourglass from of this lovely woman with finger tips as he moved from hips to waist and now to the outsides of her breast as she lay atop him, pressing them outwards.

Gently he ran his hands across her back and took her into an embrace. No, stronger than an embrace, it had to be. As he held her tightly to him, he slowly rolled over with her in his arms, with his raging manhood, buried head in her fragrant blossom.

He rolled her over and rolled on top of her.

Cognizant of her efforts to be filled slowly, Adam chose the opposite approach, the opposite tack. Still just head deep in her, looking down, worshipping the prize he’d been graced with, he drew his knees up under his hips and in the same motion, he nudged Amanda’s legs, causing her to tenderly raise her knees, exposing her soft, inner womanhood to Adam’s increasingly aggressive pressure. Pressure to enter her, to fill her, to invade the private depths of this lovely woman.

Gazing into her eyes, he gave subtle eye contact, giving notice that he was going to take her now.

Entry was easy, she was wet, wetter than Adam had ever imagined.

As he’d looked deep into her eyes, he pressed his swollen tool into her. With authority, with confidence he entered her. Feeling her hunger, feeling her desire, feeling her heat he pressed on into the deep.

She gasped as he moved into her, as he filled her. A sharp intake of air signaled the point of no return for Amanda.

Yes, she’d wanted it slowly, yes, she’d wanted to control this young stud of a boy. But no longer, his assertiveness, his initiative had won her over to his way of sex and now she wanted him, wanted it, wanted it deep.

And Adam complied with her desire .....

 

[ranajja]

Amanda lay on top of him, trying to regain control of her breathing, enjoying the feel of his hands slowly, lightly caressing her body…Oh, he was better than she had imagined, to take her over the edge already…she smiled and again thought, this is only the beginning…

But then, he surprised her, and thrilled her, as he took control and rolled her over effortlessly, and suddenly she was beneath him, in his control, his eyes filled with desire…

At the gentle pressure of his knees, Amanda spread her legs wider for him, moaning at the vulnerability she felt, aching for more of him…and gasping sharply as he slowly penetrated her…filled her…

Ohhhh, the feel of him, deep inside…slowly out, slowly in…ohhh, this was delicious. Her hands played down his back to his firm buttocks. She loved feeling the muscles working under her hands as he slipped slowly in and out. She groaned softly, and her hips began to rock in rhythm with his, meeting him, bringing him deeper, deeper….

She brought her knees up higher, spread them wider, allowing him even deeper, and she could feel him nudging that wonderful sweet spot, deep deep inside. Oh, yesss, right…there…she dug her nails into his buttocks, holding him there, pressed against that wonderful sweet spot. Her breathing quickened, her heart beat faster, and suddenly she could not get enough of him, wanted him deeper, faster—she wrapped her long legs around him as her nails raked up his back—yes, oh, yes—and over she went, awash in her orgasm, tumbling over and over in waves of pleasure...

 

[DriveSouth]

The pleasure in her eyes, the passion in eyes were more than young Adam could stand.

During her first orgasm he had managed to restrain himself. Squeezing the cheeks of his ass tightly together he was able to fend off the urge to fill her with his hot flowing passion. But he had managed to be successful and he had been rewarded.

It seemed to make her hotter, make her need him more, deeper. Seemed to Adam that him not plunging over the edge with her made her desire it more. Desire to see him go over the edge, see him be washed up on the shore of desire .....

Adam was so caught off guard by her, by her desire, by her knowing what she wanted, what she needed. He had nudged her legs, hoping to gain better access and her response had been too exciting for him.

Slowly, she had raised her knees, parting them more for him. He sensed a vulnerability. He sensed she needed him deeper as she lifted her feet off the bed, drawing her knees to her chest, drawing him deep into the reaches of her hot core.

His rock hard tool plunged into her, touching the insides of her chasm, stroking the walls of her pleasure cave. Reaching for the depths of her and finding it too.

Amanda was once more approaching the apex of sexual contact and she was determined that this time she would not journey alone.

Reaching around the outsides of her legs that had been drawn up to her chest and now rested on Adam’s shoulders, she reached for he clinched tight buns. With her nails she grabbed him, shocked him with her animal lust. She had gotten his attention, gotten him to once more look into her eyes and now she could see it, see his need to let go of his passion. Digging her nails into his buttocks and pulling him ever deeper into her she whispered to him, ”Come with me, let’s come together this time.”

Adam couldn’t believe his ears. This unbelievably hot woman was talking to him. Such a new experience for him. She was not just talking to him, she was now controlling him and he was ready for the rush of the waves now too.....

 

[ranajja]

Finis

"Come with me, let's come together this time," Amanda hoarsely whispered. She wanted to bring him over the edge with her, and was delighted to feel him release his control, submit to her wishes...and with a cry, she felt him shudder as he filled her, and felt his rock hard maleness pulse and spasm as he pushed deeper, ever deeper...

And thus it went for most of the night...heat and passion, pounding hearts and gasping breaths, followed by light sweet nappings, sips of still cool champagne, nibbles of Amanda's belgian chocolate; only, once refreshed, eyes would meet, tongues would touch, beginning it over again. Toward dawn, with kisses and a playful pinch to his bottom, she sent a sleepy, well-fucked and, needless to say, more experienced young Wainwright to his room.

Shortly afterward, the attendants arrived, ready to draw her bath. This was a luxury for which she paid handsomely, but what good was money if you couldn't enjoy it?

Amid the bubbles, sipping the last of the champagne mixed with the morning's orange juice, Amanda reminisced about her previous evening, and thought with a smile of how, after a sinfully long nap, she would stroll the deck again this evening, just to see what, or who, might catch her eye...


[Edited by ranajja on 10-06-2000 at 10:14 PM]

 

[redone]

I want to play

OOC:
I've been reading along for some time now. I just adore the setting and have been waiting to play along looks as if most have abandoned ship! - To all of you, where have you guys gone off to, duke, adam, silkyheat, dansemajik, talon - we are about to leave the docks on the next leg of the trip.


IC:
“She’s paid handsomely for my services, and she doesn’t even know what she’s paid for.”, Christine Swainy thought to herself as she and her young assistant folded and tidied up the ladies clothes that had been strewn across the room. Christine dismissed her assistant and the arm full of laundry, “Mrs. Fitzshugh, we’ll take care of your soiled garments too.” Christine said as she sent the younger woman to the laundry deck.

Christine had been a “cabin attendant” on this boat for three years now and she’d never had an “assignment” like this one. They’d been sent to prepare a bath and attend to the “needs” of the passenger. But this was the first ever time she’d been sent to the cabin of a woman. On a normal night, she would have been in the cabin of a rich farmer or a gambler or even the odd politician. She’d worked in a saloon in St. Louis before being hired on this boat, the pay was better, the clientele was better, the furnishings were better, all in all, it had been a good move.

A Co-worker told tales of being summoned to the cabin of a couple once before and Christine had had thoughts of women ever since and when she had been told that tonight’s guest was a woman she had set her plan in motion and all that was left now was to follow through.

Step one was completed, they were alone together in the room.

Amanda steeped in the hot tub of foamy water, her eyes closed and as she drifted in a sea of images of her conquest of the past night, sleep crept upon her and she dozed.

Christine decide now was the time. She also had decided that her first, best move would be just as if with any paying customer. She had reserved a wash basin of hot water and now she stood before it and quietly, so as not to disturb the napping beauty, squeezed a sponge, saturating it with hot water and foam.

She moved with grace and style to the end of the tub where Amanda’s head rested. Slowly she inhaled deeply before following through with step two. She bent over and slowly ran the hot soapy sponge down the chest of the lovely woman in the tub. Down slowly between the soft firm mounds, down to her navel and then back up her torso to her chest.

This time she gently circled beneath the right breast, lifting it slightly, exposing the brown jewel that sat atop the perfectly upturned orb - - now the left on got a turn, she deftly swapped hands with the sponge and repeated the stroke, this time to the left mound.

Amanda’s eyes remained closed, her thoughts remained on her young lover, still drifting in and out of sleep, she was unsure if she really felt the touch of the soft warm sponge or if was part of an erotic dream. She liked the feeling, liked the cool cabin air on her exposed nipples, it had hardened them. A brief smile escaped her dream and made it to her lips.

Christine saw a smile of approval, of pleasure and it worked to whittle away at her inhibitions. Smoothly she let the sponge drop into the water. From directly behind Amanda, she reached around her and with her fingers she traced the form of Amanda’s breast, the right with the right hand and the left with the left hand.

She cupped each soft globe and slowly moved her hands to Amanda’s nipples. She brushed the hard points with the backs of her fingers, fishing for a response and being rewarded. Amanda arched her back, her nipples reached for more. Christine obliged and gently grasped the brown points between her index finger and thumb. Still they stiffened more, begged for more.

Christine increased the pressure she was applying to the nipples, more and more till Amanda gasped in pleasure, in delight.

Like she had pinched herself to see if she was awake, Amanda gasped and her eyes opened in a flash, searching for the giver of the pleasure, her eyes met Christine’s.

[Edited by redone on 10-09-2000 at 08:41 AM]

 

[Talon]

OOC: I suppose Danse lost interest in the thread, but I can always 'revive' Cody.

 

[ranajja]

Amanda smiled again, then moaned as the delicate pressure on her nipples increased once again.

Mmmmm, she thought, what an unexpected, mmmm, pleasant surprise....

She inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment, and settled into the sudsy, hot water, licking her lips in delightful anticipation...

She had been quite well sated by that adorable young Wainwright, and her eyes ached for some much deserved sleep...but never let it be said that Amanda Fitzhugh ever turned down a gracious invitation...for pleasure...

 

[redone]

May I Enter?

Christine liked the response she had received, it served as kindling to a rapidly spreading fire.

Christine could not believe that she was actually doing this, actually going through with it, but she was pleased with herself, it felt good. She enjoyed feeling the soft curves of Amanda’s perky breast, liked the sensation of Amanda’s taut, hard nipples pressed down underneath her palms.

Amanda’s flat stomach was as smooth as Christine had imagined it would be and her hands effortlessly glided down across it and landed softly, like a butterfly on delicate petals, on Amanda’s hair covered mound de Venus. The soft hair played through her fingers as she stroked the mound and it excited her senses, her touch seemed hot, smoldering. Christine longed for more of this woman, desired all of her.

Christine inhaled deeply, as if to summon courage from inside her. She allowed her gently probing fingers to wander deeper. Deeper into the hot soapy water and deeper into the nether regions of Amanda’s woman hood. Her fingers felt the soft outer folds of the labia of another woman for the first time. Her fingers eased along, not missing a single crevice, not missing a single spot that she knew would excite, that she knew would excite her anyway. As if she were running her hands through a basket of rose petals, Christine enticed the labia, urged it to swell with desire, to part for her full attention.

She wondered to herself what would be the reaction of Mrs. Fitzshugh to her probing, her delving ...

 

[ranajja]

Amanda gasped in pleasure, delighted at how skilled this young woman was…she knew just where to touch, just how to touch, as if Amanda’s desires were laid open for her to read…

At the touch of her fingers at Amanda’s vulnerable womanhood…Amanda groaned softly and began to slightly rock her hips against the probing fingers, her breath catching at the sheer intense pleasure combined with the slick smoothness of the hot sudsy water…

Amanda arched her back, pushing her breasts out of the water…gasping at the hardness of her nipples as they are exposed to the cool air. ~This girl is amazing~ Amanda thought as gentle fingers insistently probed, touched, caressed every fold…

Amanda slowly raised, then parted her knees, allowing the delving touch easier access to her most vulnerable parts…Amanda’s breath quickened as she raised her hips slightly to push against the softly demanding fingertips…

“Oh…my…goodness,” breathed Amanda, “Darling, who are you?" laughing slightly, "And why haven't you been here, ohhhh, before?"

 

[redone]

“Mrs. Fitzshugh, it is long past time for you to slow down and smell the roses as they say.”, replied Christine, “I’ve been your cabin attendant since your first day aboard ship. I’ve noticed the men lined up for their night with the lovely Miss Amanda and I decided to give a dream a chance. So, relax and enjoy your bath.” Christine added.

With that, Christine plunged the washrag into the sudsy water and starting with Amanda’s shoulders, slowly, methodically bathed Amanda. Her shoulders first, followed by her back and a nice, rough, scrubbing. Re-soaping the rag, Christine began a slow, deliberate assault on Amanda’s chest, rubbing the course material of the washrag against Amanda’s breast and nipples. Christine did no more than “linger” at the sensual breast of Amanda.

Christine once more, re-soaped the washrag and moved down Amanda’s body, briefly running the rag over her crotch and proceeding to her legs.

“Stand so I can do your legs.” Christine asked. Amanda stood.

Christine made brief work of her legs and Amanda raised each foot in time and placed it on the edge of the cast-iron tub and allowed the young cabin attendant to lather each foot. Christine honored the unspoken request, scrubbing the bottoms of each foot and slowly using the washrag between each digit.

Christine reached for the small pitcher on the dressing table. She dipped it into the tub and withdrew it full of water. She began with Amanda’s shoulders once more, this time pouring a steady stream of water over her body, removing the lather that she had just applied.

“Done.” Christine announced. Taking Amanda’s hand, she aided her out of the tub.

As Amanda stepped out onto the small rug beside the tub, Christine went for a towel. Amanda stood before her, she began once more with Amanda’s shoulders. She dried them softly and moved down her back. Taking time to savor all the lucious curves that Amanda had on display lead directly to her shapely hips. Christine knelt to dry the backs of her legs, they were done in a flash.

From her position kneeling behind Amanda, Christine requested, “Turn please.”

Amanda turned slowly to enhance the anticipation of the moment. Now she stood there in all her naked glory, facing Christine who remained kneeling before her.

Beginning at Amanda’s feet, Christine continued her drying. Up now, up slowly. Shins, knees, thighs, mound de Venus, tight flat belly, breast, neck and ears.

Standing merely inches apart, Christine softly proclaimed, “All clean now.”

 

[redone]

Desire overcoming apprehensions ...

Christine closed her eyes, and initiated a soft tender first kiss. It was her first kiss of this nature.

Desire overcoming fears ...

Never had a kiss been this way. Never had a kiss been as soft and gentle. Never had a kiss melted her like this one was doing. Christine could feel the pangs of desire welling up inside her, down deep where the most powerful desires have their origins. She could feel herself melting, turning liquid in all the right places.

Desire overcoming hesitance ...

Goose flesh raced across her body like a Texas flashflood. Unaware of it’s approach, unaware of it’s power, Christine’s knees trembled and she needed support to keep from falling to the floor.

Desire overcoming doubts ...

Christine’s hands searched for support, finding Amanda’s hips, her hands came to a gentle rest, a gentle feel of the soft skin. The soft curves that defined the junction of Amanda’s waist and hips were sensual and delicate and in reality did little to support Christine. In fact, the feel had the opposite result. Rather than being steadied and calmed, Christine’s flame was fanned.

Desire overcoming taboos ...

Her soft and gentle kiss was suddenly not enough. Desire flooded her and the kiss became more intense. Christine sucked on the full bottom lip, wanting it to fill her mouth, wanting to taste her, all of her. Then tongues met and danced. A dance that was passion filled, a tango! A dance that was romantic, a waltz! A dance that was giddy, a Virginia reel!

Christine had won the battle against her apprehension, against her fears, against her hesitance, against her doubts, against her taboos. She was ready for anything this encounter might bring. She was ready to conquer. She was ready to surrender.

[Edited by redone on 10-26-2000 at 10:01 AM]

 

[ranajja]

A kiss…

A lovely, long, lingering kiss…gently coaxing the smouldering embers of Amanda’s recently sated passions back into a growing flame…

Amanda returned the kiss, savoring Christine’s tender lips, her sweet tongue…felt Christine’s hands on Amanda’s bare skin, fiery prickles resulting from the touch of Christine’s fingers…Amanda moaned softly as the fiery sensation spread to her hardening nipples, warming the sweet spot between Amanda's smooth thighs…

Amanda smiled inwardly, amazed how quickly the longing for sleep was replaced with desire…for more…

Easily, not too quickly, Amanda reached up for the buttons of Christine’s uniform, and slowly, slowly released each one, her fingertips gently caressing the soft skin beneath….

Slowly, Amanda eased the garment off of Christine’s shoulders, and it fell to a heap at Christine’s feet. Gently, Amanda broke the kiss and stepped back to look at Christine, in her simple white camisole and pantaloons. A lovely girlish figure, with pert breasts and slim hips…Amanda smiled and reached up, deftly taking the pins out of Christine’s hair, savoring softness as it tumbled down in a glorious mass around Christine’s shoulders…

Amanda put a soft hand to Christine’s cheek, saw the dark fire of passion mirrored in Christine’s eyes…

Amanda kissed her again, with gentle flicks of her tongue, and lightly traced her fingertips down Christine’s neck, pushing the straps of the camisole off of Christine’s shoulders.…

 

[redone]

In this job, few were the times someone had undressed Christine with the sensitivity and care that Amanda had just shown. As her garment had fallen to the floor, a wave of delight engulfed her.

Christine was lost in the moment, in the sensual.

She felt as if a girl once more, the excitement of new things, new feelings, new sensations. Flushed, she closed her eyes as the straps of her camisole fell off her shoulders, exposing the top portion of her creamy orbs to Amanda.

Amanda was easy to maneuver onto the bed, as her trepidation had passed. Christine positioned herself before the seated Amanda and as she had done countless times, completed disrobing. Slowly she undid the tiny hooks the closed her camisole. The first two exposed the insides of her breast. The last three her flat stomach and tight belly button. Christine held the edges so they covered here small brown nipples. She looked at Amanda and saw the request to expose them in her eyes.

Christine’s eyes never left Amanda’s.

Amanda’s eyes trailed to the pert breast that lies unexposed. Watching as Christine’s slender fingers felt their way to near the middle of her breast and as she slowly eased the cotton material aside, she replaced it with her hands. Palms down, covering her nipples, Christine’s fingertips touched in the center of her chest, in the valley between the twin peaks of paradise. She slowly moved her hands apart and allowed her nipples to come into view at once, between her fingers.

Christine’s pantaloons followed, slowly she wriggled her hips as if she were grinding herself into something firm, and something stiff until the pants had been worked off. Her curly brown hairs covered her fully, from where her legs joined her pelvis down fully covering her soft dark lips.

Christine hands moved to Amanda’s shoulders, with an intuitive touch, Amanda laid back allowing Christine to move atop her. Christine ran her fingers along Amanda’s sides and under her breast. Up along her soft neck and ears and into her thick hair. Following her hands, she moved her mouth up Amanda’s neck and in hushed tones said, “ May I taste you?”