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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 20 BY "RAMAPO"
Heather sat on the edge of the bed and carefully folded the
cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only
a few hours before, ending their day of games with Heather the
Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired
as she was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought of
the power and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from one sexual
encounter to another, always being sure Traci was getting more
pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.
It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a
slave, taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body. Traci had
clearly been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her. She
had never before had such control over someone else. She was tired,
and felt confused. School would start soon and she felt off center.
And the Summer's internship experiences hadn't exactly helped her
settle down.
Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover and
placed the heavy box high on the shelf in her closet. She stood
staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet. At
her desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note
of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of
the details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they
had been, and promised a personal recounting of the night and day
soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.
She wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had a
wonderful, erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the sex and
spirit of the day were both fantastic and scary to me, somehow. I
think I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little
about. It has left me both tired physically (smile) and emotionally
and I need to sort things out before school starts next week. I'm
going down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the week.
I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"
She locked the door, dropped the note to Susan in the corner
mailbox and stopped by Traci's apartment on the way out of town,
sliding the other note under the door quietly, then driving down to
the beach.
She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was
settled in at the beach house for the week. She made sure all the
doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a
long, long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go back in
the darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred yards away
who was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make
it out. Tired, she turned back.
After a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned up
for the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers
as a chance to not only get clean, but enjoy the spray on her
sensitive skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her hands
and fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar
of soap, then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering
everywhere her long fingers would remember were special. Showers
always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built up
from all the teasing.
Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown
and drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into the
living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music
playing on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she put out
the lights and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping her usual
ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her, she
closed her eyes, hugged her favorite stuffed animal to her, and almost
instantly was asleep.
And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some
shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But
couldn't put her finger on what it was. Two days before she left the
beach, she went for another long walk and again spotted the stranger
casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood and
watched. The man was not much older than her, with a lean swimmers
build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the
sand were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with a
rope to pull it.
"Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"
Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the
surf until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and took
the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."
"Heather. What are you doing?"
"Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide.
This is the easy part. Then time to do the counts." He looked her
over.
"You're very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash of the
surf. He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the net and
replacing the lid.
"Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking himself.
And shocked herself at the mere thought. She never dated men. They
never asked her. Or did she let them know somehow they were wasting
their time?
And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the
sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"
"No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."
"Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm
going blind. Just up here. No funny business,
promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the sled
without waiting for her answer.
And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself and
followed along. The cottage turned out to be an old one from the
1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when all
there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars
down and began to make up slides with practiced ease while she
watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of
his chair.
"Here. Now I focused on one right in plan view." His hard chest
pressed into her back as he leaned forward to work a control on the
microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled
on her nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY for
God's sake! Calm down. You never get interested in guys. But the
contact was getting all her attention and she was having a hard time
concentrating on the slide, or her words.
"Yes, I see it." It looked like a miniature shrimp, almost
transparent.
"Good. Now run these controls slowing all the way from stop to
stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop
to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every
plankton you see."
And he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back and
she wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an hour,
he handed her slides and she counted. As she got better, it went
faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording the
data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.
"Beer or wine?"
"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"
"Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for
certain reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis is
due in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet. This
is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the
other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am.
Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or
beach."
He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"
"Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an
intern for an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that sort of
thing. I have to be back at school in two days." She took a long
drink.
"Umm. I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner with
me? I'm a good cook and would love the company." He looked very
hopeful.
"Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn,
she shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all,
he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.
And dinner he did fix. Five courses, and it was all delicious.
They laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and then
cleaning it up. And suddenly, they were back in the living room
standing facing each other and she was wondering...
"Listen, I know I said no funny business, and I'm a man of my
word, but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of my
life unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been
lucky enough in my life to meet."
He approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it, so she
tilted her head back and he kissed her gently, lingering, a hand on
each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
"Wow. My soul..."
"Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she
put her hand on his hard chest" is completely satisfied. Kiss me
again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.
And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest
flattened against his, the contrast of soft on hard adding to the
flood of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the swell
of another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own, adding
to the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock was
hard now and pressed firmly into her stomach. For her, also a
completely new sensation. And one that had her pussy beginning to
drip.
His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her
neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away.
"Heather, I really meant..."
"I know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together then
walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing
was more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open
and pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the first
time, he quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt the sparks
shooting. But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving her
hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on. And
then, the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward them,
then again he moved on.
"Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his
shirt and shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while not
overly large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it in her
hand, caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will give him the
idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.
He joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts
and quickly moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened fingers,
pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart
and he began to mount her. She was not really ready. Wet, very
aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like...
Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he
penetrated her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of her organs
being moved rudely out of the way and he tightened his arms around
her. His weight pressed her down, and his hips began to pump, her
pussy raising and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now beginning to
extend, was being pinched against him each time he slammed down, and
hurt instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his hot cock
inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well,
most of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat. God,
he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.
Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy
this. You've always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow down. I
want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.
He was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking up.
Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his at last
and she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her down
into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands
kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This
could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here.
And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis
driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her.
NO! I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her brain
was screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a few more
times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she
felt totally frustrated. Soon, he got up and dressed. She cleaned
herself up and also dressed and went and joined him in the living
room. And she found she had nothing to say to him. He seemed
uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.
And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed her
and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have
to leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll
call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the
beach.
"So, Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she walked
inside, "you wanted to know all these years if it would be different
with a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top of
the steps in the doorway still trying to make out his shape in the
distance. And she cried a little. It was textbook. Very nice,
but....yes, very nice in a way. Not long enough. And now, she was
amazed she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock, still
pushing at her insides, sliding in and out. Definitely not long
enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could have
gone all night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd been
and known how to please her.
She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out on
the darkened porch and sat with her feet up on the railing. A very
gentle breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind teased her
pussy and the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her in the
wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink
nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she
made no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time
and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.
The next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the fridge,
and read on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted
now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included a
bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.
In the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and
left the key with the real estate office on her way out. The long
drive back to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things away
and discovered two messages on her answering machine. One was from her
Mom. "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and it
was great. We had a message here from Traci saying you were at the
beach for the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are fine and
please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you.
You know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two
make a darling couple. Call me."
"Darling couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She had only
mentioned Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone. Well,
the cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about
her lover.
The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over
and tell me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later, I
hope."
She dialed home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started
to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.
"Hi, it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for school
tomorrow."
"I'm so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't
wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and all
go out to dinner?"
"That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer. Seemed
strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."
"We felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way,
why don't you invite Traci to join us."
Ah. There was the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we never...you've
never said anything..."
Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen
and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change
your sheets almost every morning once your hormones kicked in full
time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!"
"MOM!"
"I don't mean to shock you, but you must think we're blind.
Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how to
handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and
always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.
Heather thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't be too
quick to eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls any
more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say not
the first in the family? Who?
"Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with
us, you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci. Got to
run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."
"OK. I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her. See
you then!"
And she hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about Traci,
Eric, boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was horny as
hell. And felt back to herself.
It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could
see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When
alone, Traci lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars and
rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere
to be seen. Just in case, she walked up the stairs and stopped at
Traci's door. There was a note taped to the door just above the
knocker.
"Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The directions
are below. They are having a pool party and invited me at the last
minute and, since you weren't back yet, decided to go to help me
unwind before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with you
(hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too late,
come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"
Heather looked at her watch and decided it was too late, but,
Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were
easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice
big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great!
She got out and started toward the house.
Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch hands by
the dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she had waited
out here hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and worried
about Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over the pool
now, ruffling the top of the water, green in the pool lights. The
other guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up when
she left. She sat in her two-piece suit and looked at her hands. She
had let the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they looked.
She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and
she had planned to tease her all night in the pool. But. It was at
that moment she knew, sensed, that Heather was there. It was her
scent, that wonderful scent that she gave off, a combination of hair
shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a woman in heat, mixed
together. Her heart skipped a beat and settled into an increased
rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing at the end of the
walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck.
"I didn't think you would come."
"I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw your
note. I missed you."
The two of them walked toward each other, smiling. With every
step, Heather felt her legs get weak and her pussy fill with
lubrication. They met and Traci took her smoothly into her arms and
they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing in
and out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between
them in some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of them
were breathing through flared nostrils.
Heather's breasts were on fire to be rubbed and pinched. She
rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned
into Traci's mouth.
"Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now, right
here. I can't wait. I want you so much."
A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled words.
Heather's mouth covered hers again and they sucked and tongue fucked
each other for another minute. Then, Traci pulled back and turned
Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled the ties
on her bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs against
Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron against
Heather's skin, through her blouse.
Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you till
dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me fuck
you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours."
Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing her
breasts and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms as she
worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out of
her shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her and
ran her now long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap. Heather
moaned loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci made
no move to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down the
back from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then around
her sides and across the top of her stomach. She could feel Heather
tremble from the touch on her skin.
Moving closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once more
against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the stomach and
eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the other. Very
slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the heavy orbs
becoming exposed.
"Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me wait.
I need it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body began to
almost glow from the heat she was producing.
The bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen tits
and finally, she closed both hands underneath both breasts, lifting
them lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between each thumb
and index finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather shuddered.
Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands. Traci finally let her right
hand move down and release the snap at the top of Heather's shorts.
She unzipped the zipper half way, and eased her hand down over the
hard, flat belly, then the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick and
wonderful between her fingers. Her fingers moved on and Heather was
already humping her hand, trying to hurry her. She tightened her
fingers around the left nipple and twisted it.
Heather's attention went back to her breast and the electric
sparks pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as Traci slid
two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy to
the second knuckle.
Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was going
to cum and eased another finger inside and spread them, letting
Heather's pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather felt her inner
thighs get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her stomach
as the orgasm hit her.
"I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven from her
by the intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to the side of
Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place
to be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as
she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her
as she came down a bit.
Heather turned and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's shoulder.
"That was so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt so fucking
horny."
"Would you like to go for a swim?"
"I didn't bring a suit with me."
"Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the pool
lights and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go away
now!" She gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast in her
hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her mouth.
Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need that
too. Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci grabbed a
towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went to a
lounge chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up bra
still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her
hips. The feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still very
much there, as well as the feeling of pressure from those talented
fingers deep in her pussy. She closed her eyes and just sat, re-
experiencing those feelings.
Suddenly, Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some oil on
first. You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You know it
makes me crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so this will
make me really jump your bones.
Traci closed her eyes and finally, felt the feather touch of
Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at
a time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup
at a time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts,
the sides, the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the straps
went free.
She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to smooth a
thick layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her time, she
worked the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at the top of
the shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it into the top
of Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto the swelling
orbs finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the firm tits
until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect. Traci felt
her pussy flood from the sight and feel of these erotic pencils of
flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman could be. And
so tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made her
almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil.
Heather was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made her
skin warm, even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside and
Traci's slow steady actions were getting her very turned on again.
Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts
off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was a
wanton, delicious feeling. Traci continued to lather on the oil,
working down each leg and back up, then the other, and finally,
standing pressing against Heather's well oiled side, worked a copious
handful into Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole,
finally, sliding her oiled index finger inside just to the first
knuckle.
The silky, satiny feeling was almost too erotic to stand, as
though her body senses had gone into some totally new level of
pleasure. And she floated inside the pleasure, feeling the cool
breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.
"OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci whispered in
her ear.
Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with the
pool lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as well,
also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very well.
And she returned the favor and inserted a finger deep into Traci's ass
and began to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy was running
down her oiled leg.
"Oh, honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the pool. Keep
that thought." And they slipped their arms around each other and
walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water.
Again, it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept her
skin hot inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer away
from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist deep.
She could feel her pussy tighten against the cold, but inside her
molten loins stayed just as hot.
Traci, facing her with their boobs pressing into each other,
slowly worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every so
gently, let it down her back, separating it with her fingers, it's
rich fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers. Heather felt
the hair on her back, and as it always had, she felt her arousal
increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous feeling on the skin
of her back and upper ass as the hair became wet and drifted back and
forth over her tight, oiled buns.
Then, Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her back.
Heather loved to float, and she just laid back and put her arms out
with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently began to
guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds, her hands
glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only for a few
seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin was cool in
the water, and the skin tightened around her swollen breasts, which
felt molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air,
were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming
fingers would cool in the night air and they felt almost painfully
tight. Her state of arousal continued to climb as she floated in a
state of near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside, but the lips
remained tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the growing pool
of cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as she wanted to
have an orgasm, the buildup was so intense she wanted it to last
forever.
After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both over
to where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from the
side of the pool. Positioning them both a safe distance from the
intense jet, she opened her own legs wide and felt the tendrils of
pulsed jets of water on the back of her ass and on her pussy, now
fully swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous
body. As her own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved Heather's
legs wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her tight
pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines,
her trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in and out of
Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided her
back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand, gradually
adding a third finger.
Heather felt the pulses of water touching her ass and pussy as
Traci moved her around. Almost in a sort of sexual trance at this
point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin
to move her back and forth, and then two fingers slide inside her
tight pussy and she began to quiver in the water from the rapid
buildup to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with a great
shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up her
stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating in
a cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever. Traci
continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again and
she moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her.
She wanted her to fuck her forever. Make this last forever. Silky
skin. Cool air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that moment,
she had never before let go some completely to her own desires and
sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely.
As she finally came down from her intense arousal, she weakly
regained her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper end
of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under
the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly.
Then, Heather took a very deep breath, and simply slid down
underwater, using Traci's ample figure for hand holds, sliding her
fingers between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her pussy,
she moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into
Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue.
Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire brand
as it entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God, yes,
fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh...." She
tried to concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly approaching
her long delayed orgasm.
Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held her
close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do me. I
need you to do me so bad."
Heather slid under and again she began to savage the now-swollen
clit with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around Traci's
stomach and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing through
Traci's nervous system. Traci was now quivering and trembling and
having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last big
gulp of air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into her pussy,
then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with
Heather still at work between her legs. Only the desperate need for
air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the
pool hugging each other.
And they repeated the events, only this time Traci floated and
Heather did her in the end, and Traci ate her in the deep end and
Heather came so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated for
the moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left the
pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They
carefully wiped each other dry, and pulled the towels tight around
each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms.
Heather spoke first. "Where did you learn that trick? It was
fantastic. I loved it."
"Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And you,
with that underwater tongue job, I couldn't believe I'd actually
orgasm, but I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!" They
both laughed.
"Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to join us
for dinner. Mom is calling us a couple now and wants to meet my
lover." Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her eyes to
gauge her reaction.
"That sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face to face. I
suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"
"Yeah. You are a worry wort. But, something did happen at the
beach I need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week." "OK. We
need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes to teach and you,
you have to listen to me! At least one of us should be awake. There
are showers in the back of the house and the door is open."
Heather was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her parents.
Yes, she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but, a real
relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned forward and
kissed her hard.
"We are lovers, aren't we?"
"I should hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong person."
Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.
And Heather reached out and snatched the towel off Traci and
turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased after
her, laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other
up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that
brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease.
Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?
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