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Even before the shirt left her hand, Peggy’s deep green eyes dropped to the twin treasures she had just unveiled, her focus quickly coming to rest on the small, quarter sized areola that capped each one. Never one to under appreciate a smaller bust than her own, Peggy easily covered both of them with outstretched palms, then pressed the center fingers of each hand against the dark pink circles, squeezing the tiny nipples between them.
Samantha responded with a gratifying purr. A sign of delight that grew in volume as Peggy squeezed the soft flesh in her hands, even as her mouth again sought out Samantha’s, to once more share in the arousal of her kiss.
Not totally willing to let Peggy control what was happening, and fueled by an agenda of her own, Samantha moved her hands around Peggy’s waist. Her fingers closed on the clasp holding the cream colored skirt and worked it free, followed right after by the zipper beneath it.
Freed from all restraints, the skirt fell free, falling about Peggy’s ankles. Not even pausing in her explorations of Samantha’s tiny breasts, Peggy stepped out of the skirt and pushed it to the side. No sooner had it been discarded, Samantha brought her hands back up along the older woman’s legs, across the pink panties that covered the plump cheeks of her ass, and then inside the narrow elastic waistband of that undergarment. From there they again came to rest against the rounded flesh of Peggy’s ass, this time with not even that flimsy material to bar her way.
“Mmmmm,” Peggy moaned as she felt Samantha’s fingers press hard against her ass, massaging the flesh with the same eagerness that the brunette was applying to the equally inviting globes in her own hands.
By accident or instinct, Samantha had quickly located one of Peggy’s most sensitive spots. A find confirmed by the response of the older woman’s body. Acting on that cue, the blonde pulled Peggy’s cheeks apart and probed the even more susceptible area between with her fingers.
“God yes,” Peggy gasped as tiny electric sparks raced from between her legs, carrying the touch of Samantha’s fingers across her body with lightning speed.
A touch that grew in intensity as Samantha worked her right hand across Peggy’s hip, to caress the dark haired pussy from the front as well. A smile filled the blonde’s face as she felt the dampness of the bushy mound against her fingers. A wetness she had caused.
Samantha’s bright blue eyes grew with expectation as she probed the warm opening, working her way past the tight folds. She pushed a single finger in slowly, pausing ever so slightly to listen to Peggy’s quiet sigh of delight. Then, just a little faster, she stroked the walls around her finger. After a long, breathless minute, she added a second finger and began to stroke Peggy’s pussy even harder. A move that brought an instant rise in the volume and frequency of her moans.
Samantha’s thumb found the hard tip of Peggy’s clitoris, and began to work a similar magic on that as well. She could feel the results of her motions in the body pressed tight against her own. A body already quivering with the tremors of an urgent need. A gentle quaking that was accompanied by an ever changing mix of sounds that spilled from Peggy’s lips.
Sounds that couldn’t form words, but the meaning of which were crystal clear, echoed through the room. Too long without such comforts as she now enjoyed, it hadn’t taken much to remind Peggy’s body what she had been missing.
The skill with which Samantha worked her way into Peggy’s sexual core brought with it a sudden realization. An awareness that she had judged the younger woman which a preconception that had been oh so wrong.
A large part of her, despite the intimacies Samantha had alluded to after dinner, still saw the twenty-five year old as that scared teenager in the bathroom of Flight 109. Locked in time as an inexperienced girl, unsure of herself and needing to be treated with pronounced care. It was an image she had carried for almost five years.
That view was forever shattered in one searing moment as Peggy felt the young woman play a concerto with her excited clitoris. A concert so deft as to demonstrate a well practiced hand. It was not the equal of some of the lovers the brunette had shared her bed with over the years, but it was hardly that of the neophyte she had imagined Samantha to be.
Samantha banished that appraisal forever as she slipped out of Peggy’s arms and dropped down on bended knees. She slowly pulled down the brunette’s pink panties, taking her time to appreciate the beauty of the dew-covered mound. Then she reached out with both hands and parted the folds like the petals of a rare flower.
Her action revealed a beauty she appreciated even more as she pressed her head forward and brought her mouth and tongue to that blossom that her fingers had just vacated. The gentle, moist touch of both was enough to cause Peggy to tremble even more, as the strength faded from her legs in one quick rush. She leaned back against the small table behind her for support, even as she reached down and placed her hands on Samantha’s shoulders. A burden the topless woman freely accepted, encouraged in fact, as she intended to fill the woman before her with an even more draining euphoria.
In a short time more, Samantha had Peggy moaning like the teenage girl the latter had mistakenly imagined her to still be as the blonde woman’s tongue slid back and forth, teasing her clit for a moment, then drawing circles across the equally sensitive flash around it. Then she would reverse direction and work her way back again.
Samantha inhaled deeply, taking in the fullness of Peggy’s warm and musky scent, even as she licked and explored more of her most intimate places. She could feel the brunette’s body quaking against her, held in place only by the support of her new lover’s form pressed against her. Uncontrollable waves of ecstasy washed over Peggy with resounding force, growing more intense with each repetition.
Peggy found herself in a place she hadn’t been in far longer than she liked to admit. A bliss of which, now that she had been so wonderfully reminded of, was one she didn’t want to give up. But she knew all too well that it was a joy that came with a cost. An ephemeral quality that made it all the more precious. The only consolation to its passing was that it always saved the best for last.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Peggy cried out, her yell echoing off the walls of the hotel room as her body became, if only for a handful of heartbeats, the stuff of heaven indeed.
Slowly, as the waves of passion faded, Peggy managed to stand again on her own and staggered over to the closest bed, dropping down on the edge of it...
Extracted from Memories of Flight 109 by Ann Douglas on Literotica.com
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Samantha responded with a gratifying purr. A sign of delight that grew in volume as Peggy squeezed the soft flesh in her hands, even as her mouth again sought out Samantha’s, to once more share in the arousal of her kiss.
Not totally willing to let Peggy control what was happening, and fueled by an agenda of her own, Samantha moved her hands around Peggy’s waist. Her fingers closed on the clasp holding the cream colored skirt and worked it free, followed right after by the zipper beneath it.
Freed from all restraints, the skirt fell free, falling about Peggy’s ankles. Not even pausing in her explorations of Samantha’s tiny breasts, Peggy stepped out of the skirt and pushed it to the side. No sooner had it been discarded, Samantha brought her hands back up along the older woman’s legs, across the pink panties that covered the plump cheeks of her ass, and then inside the narrow elastic waistband of that undergarment. From there they again came to rest against the rounded flesh of Peggy’s ass, this time with not even that flimsy material to bar her way.
“Mmmmm,” Peggy moaned as she felt Samantha’s fingers press hard against her ass, massaging the flesh with the same eagerness that the brunette was applying to the equally inviting globes in her own hands.
By accident or instinct, Samantha had quickly located one of Peggy’s most sensitive spots. A find confirmed by the response of the older woman’s body. Acting on that cue, the blonde pulled Peggy’s cheeks apart and probed the even more susceptible area between with her fingers.
“God yes,” Peggy gasped as tiny electric sparks raced from between her legs, carrying the touch of Samantha’s fingers across her body with lightning speed.
A touch that grew in intensity as Samantha worked her right hand across Peggy’s hip, to caress the dark haired pussy from the front as well. A smile filled the blonde’s face as she felt the dampness of the bushy mound against her fingers. A wetness she had caused.
Samantha’s bright blue eyes grew with expectation as she probed the warm opening, working her way past the tight folds. She pushed a single finger in slowly, pausing ever so slightly to listen to Peggy’s quiet sigh of delight. Then, just a little faster, she stroked the walls around her finger. After a long, breathless minute, she added a second finger and began to stroke Peggy’s pussy even harder. A move that brought an instant rise in the volume and frequency of her moans.
Samantha’s thumb found the hard tip of Peggy’s clitoris, and began to work a similar magic on that as well. She could feel the results of her motions in the body pressed tight against her own. A body already quivering with the tremors of an urgent need. A gentle quaking that was accompanied by an ever changing mix of sounds that spilled from Peggy’s lips.
Sounds that couldn’t form words, but the meaning of which were crystal clear, echoed through the room. Too long without such comforts as she now enjoyed, it hadn’t taken much to remind Peggy’s body what she had been missing.
The skill with which Samantha worked her way into Peggy’s sexual core brought with it a sudden realization. An awareness that she had judged the younger woman which a preconception that had been oh so wrong.
A large part of her, despite the intimacies Samantha had alluded to after dinner, still saw the twenty-five year old as that scared teenager in the bathroom of Flight 109. Locked in time as an inexperienced girl, unsure of herself and needing to be treated with pronounced care. It was an image she had carried for almost five years.
That view was forever shattered in one searing moment as Peggy felt the young woman play a concerto with her excited clitoris. A concert so deft as to demonstrate a well practiced hand. It was not the equal of some of the lovers the brunette had shared her bed with over the years, but it was hardly that of the neophyte she had imagined Samantha to be.
Samantha banished that appraisal forever as she slipped out of Peggy’s arms and dropped down on bended knees. She slowly pulled down the brunette’s pink panties, taking her time to appreciate the beauty of the dew-covered mound. Then she reached out with both hands and parted the folds like the petals of a rare flower.
Her action revealed a beauty she appreciated even more as she pressed her head forward and brought her mouth and tongue to that blossom that her fingers had just vacated. The gentle, moist touch of both was enough to cause Peggy to tremble even more, as the strength faded from her legs in one quick rush. She leaned back against the small table behind her for support, even as she reached down and placed her hands on Samantha’s shoulders. A burden the topless woman freely accepted, encouraged in fact, as she intended to fill the woman before her with an even more draining euphoria.
In a short time more, Samantha had Peggy moaning like the teenage girl the latter had mistakenly imagined her to still be as the blonde woman’s tongue slid back and forth, teasing her clit for a moment, then drawing circles across the equally sensitive flash around it. Then she would reverse direction and work her way back again.
Samantha inhaled deeply, taking in the fullness of Peggy’s warm and musky scent, even as she licked and explored more of her most intimate places. She could feel the brunette’s body quaking against her, held in place only by the support of her new lover’s form pressed against her. Uncontrollable waves of ecstasy washed over Peggy with resounding force, growing more intense with each repetition.
Peggy found herself in a place she hadn’t been in far longer than she liked to admit. A bliss of which, now that she had been so wonderfully reminded of, was one she didn’t want to give up. But she knew all too well that it was a joy that came with a cost. An ephemeral quality that made it all the more precious. The only consolation to its passing was that it always saved the best for last.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Peggy cried out, her yell echoing off the walls of the hotel room as her body became, if only for a handful of heartbeats, the stuff of heaven indeed.
Slowly, as the waves of passion faded, Peggy managed to stand again on her own and staggered over to the closest bed, dropping down on the edge of it...
Extracted from Memories of Flight 109 by Ann Douglas on Literotica.com
#lesbian #erotica #panties #greatass #literotica
