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Warrenton Erotic Story
Vèla works in a busy café meeting all sorts of folks. But Maranda is the one that fancies her interest the most, except she lacks the courage to ask out an American girl. The two slowly melt the ice uncovering a world of heated passion.
In the quiet of her moonlit bedroom, Maranda was lying beneath her soft cotton sheets with three fingers slowly sliding in and out of her. All that could be heard was an occasional moan as well as the sound of her fingers manipulating her vagina through her furrow of hair. Each time her fingers would crash into her burning bush, her palm would aggressively rub onto her huge clitoris well revealed beyond its hood. The constant contact had her reeling with pleasure. She was exercising control, however, over her approaching orgasm as she slowly and patiently made love to herself. Her hands were down on her just the way the lovely Serbian girl from the café was in her fantasy. They had not met yet, however time would change this.
But now her fantasies were centered on this girl whom she knew little about, with the exception of her beautifully tanned and thin body, and her sexy eastern European accent that would occasionally surface. Maranda even visualizes, with ease, her dark eyes, perfect eyebrows, and that irresistibly warm smile. Even her walk was sexy as every time Maranda got to see her backside, jeans or loose pants, she would be greeted by a well-shaped, firm ass. She was certainly a healthy woman with a great body. Her medium sized breasts moved freely in the loose tops she wore sometimes causing her nipples to become noticeably erect from the movement.
With renewed vigor, and the enamoring scent of womanly lust, Maranda continued her self-satisfaction with slow sensual strokes and teasing attention to her oversized clitoris. It stood clearly above her pubic hairs in an erect position like that of a huge jellybean. Sweet and soft. The smell of her hair; the touch of her hands exploring her had Maranda hanging on the edge of an orgasm. Maranda thought about the electrifying feeling of her sensuous kisses. --The feel of her kiss--if there ever was a first kiss--and having them make their way from the neck to her bosom to her ache.
Maranda thought about how her kisses would make love to me and in their thirsty lust find their place between my inviting thighs. Maranda dreamily thought up how it would go: She hardly makes contact but instead blows light kisses on and around my labia, much in the same way that Maranda was doing by dancing her coated fingers over her hungry vagina. Before pulling the lips apart, she would run her tongue the length of my slit on both sides before letting it slip inside. The feel of that warm tongue invading the most intimate of places had Maranda's eyes tightly shut and concentrated on her approaching orgasm with fingers filling her up--all from this girl she had yet to officially meet.
Maranda's left hand was stroking her clit in a circular motion while her other hand could be easily heard from the slapping sounds of her fingers penetrating all the way to her knuckles. She thrust her middle two fingers inside herself using the other two to hold her lips apart and her palm banging into her erect bud.
The tension was building, but Maranda felt she could still maintain herself a little longer before letting go. She wanted to savor the feelings and the thoughts alluding to making love to this sexy girl. But like an explosion, she felt the first tide of erotic sensations rock through her and losing the will to fight it Maranda held back no longer letting her orgasm begin to work through her. And in doing so, with her eyes tightly shut and concentrated on her climax, Maranda imagined Vèla making love to her pussy with teenage vigor and womanly experience.
Maranda saw the vision of Vèla with her face buried between her legs and tongue greedily licking and lapping away, fingers thrusting into her seeking her g-spot and stretching her hole. Finally, when Maranda was about to come, she would grab the back of the girl's hair and drive her pretty face into her exploding pussy and feel that tongue lapping up her flowing juices.
"MMMmmmFFFFFfffffff!" Maranda lustfully screamed out as her orgasm rocked through her entire body. "OOOOHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned in heated ecstasy between breaths.
Her stomach and lower muscles contracted as her orgasm magically worked its way through her needy body. She removed her lubricated fingers to coat her pointed nipple with love juice. This sent another bolt through her bringing her into another orgasm, almost a multiple. As she came she could feel with each contraction a small but steady flow of love juice coating her muscular thighs. Her fantasy of Vèla had brought her this far leaving her on naked display drifting off to sleep with her hand buried between her thighs covering her spent vagina and the other resting on her chest. Maranda was beyond content.
**
Each night had ended this way since Maranda first laid eyes on Vèla a few short weeks back with each session becoming longer, more thought out and even more erotic. There was no other woman in her life right now and having come to that realization and on the pursuit again, she could not think of anyone she would rather pursue than Vèla. Vèla's natural charm and beauty is what attracted her; she adored her petite frame and dark, sultry stare. The way she carried herself both physically and socially (with customers, her smile and the way she laughed a lot exposing a very beautiful, sexy, and inviting smile. What Maranda wished to find out was if she'd be interested in going on a date with her, or even for a drink. Even though the neighborhood was predominately liberal, Maranda did not want to spoil her chances without getting to know her a little bit. She wore no wedding ring, so that was a start. Maranda lived just a few doors down from the café where Vèla worked at. At least four times a week she would visit and when it was not busy the two would engage in light, simple conversation. They got along quite well, but never knew the secret each held for one another. This made the desire increase from both ends, and wow, would sparks ignite.
**
Vèla waited at the bus stop for her regular ride across town to work. Ever since her shower this morning, she was very turned on. Because Vèla is a temporary citizen of the United States with a working Visa, the cheapest place she could afford had to be shared with two other tenants in a small and crowded flat. And this meant one bathroom too. So time and space were limited. Furthermore, it was difficult to have a social life as Vèla had no place where she could bring company.
One particular morning while in the shower, Vèla was performing her usual ritual of self-pleasure. All three girls had to leave the house relatively at the same time so it was important to coordinate a morning routine with the shower. This morning, Vèla had woke up late so she had to rush a bit. Still, after she lathered her medium sized breasts, her sensitive nipples quickly came to attention sending her hands exploring lower. She began to lather her bare mons covering her attentive clitoris, which quickly became excited and came right to attention like a little girl in a candy store.
Because the apartment was so small, Vèla did not get to masturbate in her bedroom with fear of making noise in her squeaky bed--not to mention the girls seemed a bit too sexually conservative (and too straight!) about this sort of thing. Plus, Vèla seemed a 'good' girl to them and no one would suspect she was as sexually alive and experimental as any woman was in her prime was, only she was still three years shy of the 30 mark. This was especially evident as her fingers danced over her erect clit with horny youthful energy. "Engh!" Vèla groaned as the sensations intensified. She had to bite her lip from moaning any louder. Her hands glided at lightening speed over her bald pussy. Her lips were coated in honey and dripping water. Her intense manipulations were causing that lovely bump, the button that had given her countless hours of pleasure, to deliver her closer and closer by the second.
Vèla looked down at herself, standing with the water cascading down her back and over her shoulders. She had one leg propped up giving better access to her aching vagina. Slowing down the pace, she stopped momentarily. She could feel all the blood rush to her lips which were puffy now. Her engorged clitoris stood at full attention with a pulse of its own. Vèla lightly slapped herself a few times before proceeding to finish herself off. Continuing her sexual assault, she began to frig herself with renewed vigor. She felt her face become flushed on the brink of orgasm as all her energy was being centered on her sex. This was the beginning of an intense orgasm, except that Vèla was abruptly broken from her spell by a sharp knock on the door. One of her roommates still needed to use the shower. She was completely broken from her sexual trance.
Feeling guilty and almost embarrassed, even though no one knew a thing, Vèla proceeded to finish showering without giving herself the pleasure of that much needed release. For now.
As Vèla sat and waited at the bus stop, she thought about this mornings misadventure and how much she needed to have a cum. This was normal for her as she masturbated at least once a day, and only in the shower. As she sat with her legs crossed, she rocked them in motions strong enough to press her inner thighs together. With this continued subtle manipulation of her sexual organs, Vèla began to feel her love juice seeping onto her panties. She was still dripping even after she got out of the shower, only now it was becoming excessive. Her thoughts were mainly the cause of this as well as the suppressed sexual energy that the possessed. All Vèla could think about was making love to herself as she was in the shower earlier. (It was too painful to think of her one and only other lover ever, Kazia, from back home in Serbia.)
Snapping her from her fantasy, the bus arrived. Vèla caught the sight of a rather attractive young lady seated sideways in the back. She had a twenty minute commute so she figured she might as well sit near the best looking woman aboard. Almost instinctively, Vèla proceeded to sit across from her hoping make eye contact. As soon as she sat down she began to feel self-conscious because today she had worn no bra. She did this often as it was generally considered acceptable in her country not to mention much more comfortable. Her light sweater had just the right amount of friction on her nipples that as she walked it kept them standing at full attention along with the slight bounce of her petite breasts. Mixed with the sensual sensations she has been delivering to her clitoris for the last hour, her body overall was glowing.
It was very likely that Vèla's scent of arousal was eminent for she could defiantly feel the dampness between her legs. Perhaps the woman took notice to this because each time Vèla crossed her legs the woman would stare at them while subtly looking them up and down. Her eyeballs would move so quick that Vèla suspected she was trying to catch a quick view. Vèla continued where she had left off by rocking her leg, only more gently and subtly this time, and continuing to apply stimulation to her most sensitive sweet spot. This had the woman looking around to make sure no one else was seeing where she was looking. Vèla was having fun getting stared at so intently. She knew that she had great legs, but it was equally gratifying to notice that someone else appreciated them too.
The woman across was wearing a loose fitting brown top that curved in a V exposing the top of her cleavage. Her blouse went well with her dark hair. She looked professional in her orange knee-high skirt and carrying her briefcase. The woman began rummaging through her purse at her feet. Having to lean down exposed a delicate set of petite breasts barely concealing her well noticeable nipples; sexily they hung like a water droplet melting off an icicle. Vèla was very hesitant about getting caught staring but the wonderful sensations she was receiving and with the amount of sexual energy she had, she could not resist. Plus, the woman was leaning over for what seemed a while. This excited Vèla even more and she kept rocking her leg and flexing her thigh muscles so her clitoris would get more and more stimulated from the pressure of her thighs rubbing together.
For at least a good three or four minutes Vèla enjoyed this sensual display of innocent female beauty. While she felt guilty for this, she also felt as if she had wanted this woman; it must have had to happen for a reason, Vèla rationalized. Vèla crossed her legs again and shifts in the seat enough to release her scent, which now even she could detect over her perfume. Upon sitting back up, Vèla immediately notice the perkiness of her nipples, which now stood upward pointing across the bus pulling Vèla's attention directly to them. They strained under the tight blouse as if they were dying for some attention. The woman slyly looked down at them and gave a faint grin. Perhaps she had sexual tension that morning too, Vèla thought. She then looked straight up and caught Vèla staring at her breasts as if they were a television set; Vèla was fixed on the woman's chest. Shying away, her stop arrived, not too far from Vèla's either. The woman stood up, breaking Vèla's erotic trance. As she got off the bus, she turned her head giving Vèla a very pleasant and innocently exotic smile followed by a wink. God, she was sexy, Vèla thought, watching her step off the bus. This was going to be a long day.
At work, Vèla was killing time by daydreaming about the sexy brunette when Maranda had entered the café. Maranda was a tall woman with a large built frame, but very sexy. Vèla was always attracted to someone bigger than her; it made her feel safe and secure. Vèla looked at Maranda not so much in a sexual way, but in an admiring way. Perhaps it was the way in which her dark hair fell over her shoulders or the way her coconut sized breasts stood so firmly and rounded. Her rear, from the few times she had seen it, was a splendor in itself; she had Spanish hips. Sexy curves in all the right places. Her rear was so delectable looking that she could envision just grabbing them with two hands and squeezing hard. It didn't give the slightest indication of an oversized ass, but rather a sexy one from a woman that was nearly 6 inches taller than her.
Vèla was sure that Maranda had no problem attracting men, but what strikes Vèla's curiosity is discovering how she does this. She always thought that it's not what you have but how you use what you have, and most American men seem to go for the thinner girls that use lots of makeup and lipstick. Too many times Vèla was approached by a man but she would always politely turn them away. But Maranda looked naturally beautiful, just like she had remembered the women in Serbia--except women from her village were controlled and if any were to come out of the closet would mean either being dis-communicated or even worse, vaginal mutilation.
In time, the two had had several conversations usually to get broken up by a customer. Vèla sensed a friendship budding but never really got the chance to ask her if she wanted to hang out and usually by the time the rush would die down she would have already been gone, but she always sat alone and would occasionally throw a smile in Vèla's direction. Because of her extreme shyness, she waited for Maranda to make the first move. Moreover, she didn't want anyone to know about her secret for she had not entirely come to terms with being a lesbian in a foreign country, especially considering the reason she opted to move to the United States was to start life anew, independently, free willed and to be accepted.
One thing, however, remained certain. Maranda was a woman of mystery and charm. Mixed together with her deep laugh, her dark eyes, her strong looking hands and her powerful looking body, she was a magnet for eyes to stare at and adore. She was very easy to talk to and laugh with, something that Vèla appreciates in someone. In addition to the almost climatic shower and the erotic show on the bus, Vèla's sex was on fire and irritated with sexual desire. She was very eager to mingle with someone.
**
The afternoon was sunny and cool and everyone was seated outside the café. As soon as Maranda entered she caught Vèla's wandering eyes. There was no one else inside. Seizing the moment, Maranda walked up and greeted Vèla with a warm and friendly smile. Maranda searched hard for meaning but just wasn't yet picking up any suggestive vibes or body language. They engaged in small talk for at least five minutes before ordering something. From talking in this manner all the times she came in Maranda sensed an attraction from Vèla. Even though it wasn't necessarily sexual, it still was something and she was just dying to find out. She still seemed interested in Maranda and more warm towards her than others. Maranda even noted the amount of men that would ask for her number and her insistence on saying no. But she always did it in such a nice way.
After sharing a few laughs and chuckling about some gay men walking by, Maranda felt the ice beginning to melt. Even so, Maranda hesitantly asked Vèla if she would like to hang out for a drink sometime, and to her surprise, Vèla enthusiastically agreed. This was the start of something good. Finally relieved of having asked Vèla out, and being accepted, Maranda prided herself throughout the day and was glowing. She knew it would be a great cum when she went to bed tonight. For the next 36 hours, until their encounter, Maranda had her mind set on Vèla and thought up a million different ways to ask her out, to come out with her but still not offend her or scare her away. The girl seemed a little interested, but shy, so she knew she would have to take it slow. If anything, a friendship was possible so she didn't want to lose that chance.
**
At last, Vèla thought, after weeks of living in this city she had found someone to go out and do something with. And maybe, just maybe it would lead to something romantic, but if not, fine. There would be more chances. The most difficult thing was telling if Maranda was interested in her that way or if she was even interested in girls for that matter. She had tried to come across as very friendly, but not too much so as to cross a line. But little did she notice the child-like euphoria when she was asked out and what a relief it was to have something to do with someone other than her conservative straight flat-mates. And little too did she notice the way Vèla was leaning into the counter pressing her crotch against it thus continuing the stimulation that she had been giving herself since morning.
Meanwhile, behind the counter, Vèla focused on Maranda's body as she walked out. She liked her wide shoulders and the way her hips gave her such a shapely figure. She had "Spanish hips" with black curly hair hanging above a firm, sizable cupcake ass. She had the athletic body that Vèla knew was filled with energy and stamina where it mattered most. She observed how beautifully curvaceous her rear was and imagined seeing her in her undies or even in the nude walking in stride. The thought devoured her almost to the point of excusing herself to go to the bathroom and give herself a quick fix, but there was no one else on the register or making coffee drinks so she was stuck. Even the warm rush of releasing her bladder while gently stroking her irritated clitoris didn't do it. She needed much more than that for it only kept her in heat and unsatisfied. It was absolutely imperative that she get in the shower when she returned home and finish what she started, she thought.
**
Vèla had trouble keeping focused on work all day. She kept getting lost in fantasies about what could potentially happen. Or rather, what she wanted to happen but was not quite sure would. Interestingly, Maranda thought the same thing. As soon as she arrived home she undressed and eagerly headed straight for the shower. Her roommates were both home so she could not take too long.
Vèla was already hot by the time she stepped in. Without even thinking about it, her hands went straight for her pussy. She massaged her swollen lips with both hands. "Mmmmmmmm," she sighed. This was the most contact she had given since her last shower this morning. Her insides were hot and slick from her all day arousal. Taking the soap, Vèla lathered her pussy. Only when she was really horny would she pee while she played with herself right as she would approach orgasm. And this was going to be one of those times.
In no time she was ready for her release. But as her nerves tingled Vèla stopped frigging herself so she could let out a little pee. She didn't have much to pee anyway, but just as a small steady stream came out she went back to frigging herself. Her dark yellow pee sprayed onto the wall and much of it splattered onto her jerking hand. Feeling her orgasm finally approaching and her bladder empty, she inserted her index finger into her slippery hole. Vèla threw her head back as her orgasm consumed her. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmm," she deeply grunted with clenched teeth. The fire within had finally been released. For the most part at least.
Feeling somewhat unfulfilled, Vèla kept her finger in her and pried it in enough to stroke her g-spot. Instantly this had her sexual senses reenergized. She kept thinking about Maranda's athletic body and the ways in which she would let Maranda take her, own her, and use her body for sexual pleasures. Keeping pace with her sexual thoughts, her middle finger slipped in too. She propped her foot up on the side of the bathtub. The friction of her fingers moving in and out on her puffy and hairless lips sent shivers through her body. Each time the tip of her middle finger would graze her G putting her closer and closer. Vèla frigged her clit with wild abandon keeping Maranda's face in her mind. That's when her body nearly went numb from the mind-blowing orgasm that practically overtook her. She had to bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her eyes were slammed shut as her orgasm threw her over the edge with her fingers feverishly dancing over her swollen clitoris.
Surely, Vèla desperately hoped, Maranda was thinking similar things, but the connection had yet to be made. Anxiety was the main factor at this point being that neither knew the other was gay and Vèla especially was so petrified to just come right out with fear of not being accepted. She desperately did not want to negatively affect things.
**
By bedtime, Maranda was laying nude in bed on her stomach. She was sexually charged more than she could remember. Some of that had to do with the lack of sex in her life, and the majority had to do with prospects and fantasies of Vèla. She put a hand down to her lips and pressed onto her clitoris. Bolts of electricity immediately ran through her body. She had to have more. Tonight, for the first time, she decided, she would experiment masturbating with a pillow. She would make love to it as if she was grinding her womanly treasures into Vèla's. God, she wanted this girl!
Maranda sunk her face into her pillow and began to visualize Vèla's nude body next to hers. Grabbing the nearest free pillow, she placed it between her pussy and the bed. The pillow was mainly used as a cushion for a chair, not to sleep on, so it's corners were more pronounced. Maranda used this to her advantage by taking one of the corners and using it to manipulate her needy clitoris. She began moaning and groaning as she moved her hips back and forth over the pillow. Each time her clitoris hit the bump in the pillow she would moan. Louder and louder she became with each stroke.
Maranda had a good rhythm going to the point that her entire bed was shaking. The headboard was thumping into the wall and the bed was squeaking in rhythm. The sound of sex, of self-fulfillment filled the room. On each upstroke Maranda could feel her ass exposing itself to the empty darkness of her room. She was almost tempted to cease and get her vibrating toy and put it between her pussy and the pillow was, but just as this thought crossed her mind she felt an orgasm blossom inside her. It swept through her crashing like a tidal wave. Her entire body shook and her breathing became broken. She squeezed the pillow between her powerful thighs and imagined Vèla's thighs. Oh, how she would love to hump herself against that lovely woman's body. This missionary position was always her favorite, and now all that she could think of was fucking Vèla. Lingering thoughts of lust ran through her mind as she drifted off to sleep with the saturated pillow still tucked between her spent pussy.
**
The next day, the two met at a (straight) bar called the Big Hunt just south of Dupont Circle. It was early Tuesday evening and not too crowded yet. Vèla preferred the bar instead of sitting down so that the two didn't feel so separated as with the large tables and booths that people ate at. Hopefully Maranda would appreciate Vèla's seductive outfit and the effort she went to making herself look beautiful for her. She wore tight black pants, which were so tight that you could see her thong line in the proper light. On top she wore a loose fitting long sleeve white dashiki. It cut from the shoulders down to the middle of her 32B sized breasts. Both the cool air cascading down her shirt and the looks she was inevitably going to receive sent erotic chills echoing through her body.
Maranda showed up dressed casually but definitely not prudent. She was wearing her favorite pair of short blue Levis shorts. They hugged her firm ass in such a way that the men were visibly gawking as she strode in. Not to mention the fact that with each step her leg muscles would inspire even a quick look of admiration. From the front, her arse was noticeable. Because of the hot sunshine weather, she had on a tight white t-shirt with the word Love painted like a rainbow on her breasts. The particular bra she was wearing caused her breasts to stand up in such a way that it looked as if they were struggling to be freed. No woman back at home had looked this sexy to Vèla. Vèla could not deny that Maranda looked absolutely sexy, powerful and radiant.
Maranda found Vèla at the bar admiring her as she approached. From Maranda's perspective, Vèla looked all decked out and sexy as hell in the tight black pants she was wearing contrasting with the white loose top. Seeing her standing up, Maranda was provided with a great view of this gorgeous women's slender figure.
The two steadily became more familiar with each other. They discussed such things as hobbies, education, world politics, poverty, and even European fashion (Maranda was admiring Vèla's elaborately embroidered top). About two hours had transpired and along with that three or four beers each. Vèla did not normally drink beer but these were tasty Belgian beers that tasted almost like apple cider and went down easy.
In her buzzed state, Vèla did not hesitate to sneak a stare at Maranda each time she got up to go pee. Never like before had she paid such close attention to the way she walked, the way her breasts barely bounced when she was walking or when she would laugh. A few times too, Vèla's eyes instinctively ventured down to Maranda's inviting chest and sure enough, every time Maranda had caught her staring but said nothing of it. The mixture of the alcohol and the natural attraction was having subtle effects on Maranda. By now she knew Vèla had to at least be 'curious' but she didn't want to push anything just yet. Maranda even returned the gesture by diverting her eyes right to Vèla's chest when they were eye to eye in the middle of a conversation in hopes of instigating a reaction. Instead this continued back and forth throughout the evening. She'd leave it there for a good second or two and shift in her chair while still maintaining eye contact and conversation. Vèla noticed this too and for the last two hours this nonverbal, visual jousting bounced back and forth.
As the bar became crowded the music got louder and the air smoky. The two, however, were enjoying the comfort zone that they had created. It was time for a change of scenery. They agreed to take a walk and go through the fountain park at Dupont Circle. Many openly gay couples frequent the park so hopefully Vèla would feel comfortable, Maranda thought. Plus, up to now, she still hadn't mentioned the gay colors of her shirt, but than again, maybe she simply didn't know about the 'rainbow'. Although other than the visual jousting, neither had figured out further the other wanted to go with this. Secretly Maranda was dying to bring Vèla back home and Vèla was dying to be invited; they just needed to communicate this.
They sat down and talked for a few minutes when somehow Andrea Bocelli, a famous Italian opera singer, became the topic of conversation. Vèla was ecstatic that Maranda had it in her collection and immediately pleaded to go listen to it. (In addition, it was a good reason to continue hanging out) For years, Romanza had been her favorite album up until she lost it in her recent move overseas.
Maranda welcomed the idea of bringing this luscious lady into her house. It was convenient that she lived on Q street, just a block north of the park so they ventured on. In a spurt of happiness, Vèla grabbed Maranda's arm and they walked arm in arm together to her townhouse. Finally, they both quietly thought, they were going somewhere.
After getting the grand tour of her one bedroom flat Maranda put on the Romanza CD and retired to the living room couch. Soon thereafter, Maranda opened a bottle of red wine and the mood was set. It was a perfect setting. From her third story view, the setting sun poured into the window casting a beautiful and intoxicating orange glow, which filled the apartment.
Vèla was equally appreciative of the great view, but more so at the prospect of getting an intimate view of Maranda. She got up to skip a track to her favorite song and when she sat down she sat noticeably closer to Maranda on the black velvet couch. Maranda took notice to this and said nothing, but instead just smiled approvingly at Vèla. Now she could no longer keep her feelings inside. It had to be now or never.
With a little hesitancy in her voice, Maranda managed, "Vèla, I have to admit, you have a stunning body. You should have seen the guys at the Hunt drooling over you!"
Vèla blushed at the unexpected compliment but nonetheless took it well. "Well thank you for the compliment. I wasn't even paying attention to them, just you," she coyly responded waiting for a reaction. The wine was increasing her buzz and allowing her inhibitions to decrease.
"Well thank you although your body fits so well into those pants, and I just love that shirt. It stops just at your waist showing off your slender build. You could easily be a model girl!" Maranda complimenting on the verge of being overly fresh.
Vèla blushed at the compliment and her eyes fell to the floor. She bit her lip not knowing what to say right away. "Well, I like those shorts. How'd you ever get such strong legs? That, " Vèla emphasized, "is soooo sexy." The alcohol was definitely having an effect on Vèla's choice of words.
"These are my favorite shorts. I am glad you like them so much. I run a lot and work out a lot. Gotta do something to keep a single woman like myself busy. And besides, I'd rather have muscle than fat approaching the big three-oh."
"Three-oh?"
"I'll be 30 this fall."
"Oh, well you are a very modest woman Maranda, I like that. And if I may also say, you look just as sexy now as I am sure you did when you were teenager!" Vèla exclaimed with enthusiasm and unintended broken English. "Do not think I was the only one receiving attention, you were getting lots of people staring too. Also, the girls there too!"
Vèla was careful with her choice of words, as she did not want to spoil the moment and be too forward. But the conversation soon diverted to such and the ice was beginning to melt.
"Well if the women were looking at me than I guess that's also because of whom I was with," Maranda said with a sensual tone and a wanting glint in her eyes.
"Aw, you didn't' have to say that. That's so sweet," Vèla replied. Scooting toward Maranda, she took Maranda's hand and held it in hers. "You know, I am so glad we met and became friends because I really like you. I have always liked you but never had the courage to say it. It is a good thing you asked me out because I probably would not have got the courage to. I'm just really shy I guess, especially being new in this country." Vèla continued on in her tipsy rambling, "I have really been in need someone to share my thoughts with and my time and well-" Vèla paused and just as she did her eyes fell from Maranda's searching eyes to her busty breasts. She wanted to say her intimate moments but luckily caught herself by instead repeating, "I am really glad we met."
Maranda didn't know what to think. She didn't want to rush the moment, but it was becoming apparent to her that Vèla wanted a little bit more than just friends, even if just for the moment. Erotic thoughts washed through her mind and her heart fluttered from holding Vèla's hand. They each could feel each other's body heat with their legs touching. For the first time that evening, Maranda's breasts began to swell in excitement; her nipples rising like sharp daggers. Vèla's eyes momentarily dropped down in the silence and upon noticing this she went from holding Maranda's hand palm to palm to where their fingers were locked. A rush of excitement swept through them both.
"I'm really glad we're friends too," Maranda said as she leaned in to passively kiss Vèla on the cheek.
Vèla mistakenly took Maranda's approach as an intimate one, finally! Without realizing the innocence of the intended cheek kiss, she moved her face toward Maranda to where their lips met. It was a brief kiss on the lips, and only Vèla closed her eyes expecting more. Maranda noticed Vèla's eyes; her mind was racing now searching for calm and comfort yet not wanting her thoughts to give her lustful emotions away. Both women searched for a response in each other's eyes.
At last, their lips met in an intimate kiss.
Immediately Vèla could feel her entire body surge with a lovely mixture of delight, euphoria and lust. She could feel the blood rushing through her pelvic area and she could feel her lips swell, pressing against her tight thong panties.
Maranda gently put both her hands on Vèla's cheek. She wanted it to be a memorable moment. But hearing Vèla's groan of approval when she did this told Maranda that it could go further. It was obvious that they had developed a sexual attraction for one another. Maranda was the first to insert her tongue. Vèla was an experienced kisser and sucked on her tongue as if it were a clitoris before kissing back with fiery enthusiasm.
The two were in rapture from the moment. The heat from the sunbeam, the close proximity of their bodies, the wine and the kiss had caused both to become increasingly turned on. Already, Vèla could feel herself becoming increasingly wet. Her thong panties were absorbing most of it but they could only go take so much. Her groin was dying for attention. To compensate she gyrated her bottom into the chair to create a firm pressure in her crotch. The feeling of her pants stretching and pressing her thongs into her swollen labia had her reeling in pleasure and nearly releasing a mini-orgasm. In addition to all this, Maranda's soft tongue was giving her immense pleasure. Before her imagination took her to infinite realities, she abruptly broke the kiss to expose her desires.
"Maranda, I must say to you something really very important," she said in almost broken English.
Maranda nodded.
"I think you are such a sexy, charming and beautiful woman and...well, I think that...Well, I want to make love to you but not if the feeling is not mutual." Vèla sighed having finally said what she wanted to say, waiting for a response.
Maranda soothingly said, "Oh sweetie, don't worry. I have been so attracted to you since the first day I saw you. Even all this evening I've wanted to say something, to do something but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know that you are shy and I think it's so cute. But this is the best I could ask for, I enjoy kissing you, holding your hand and feeling you close to me. I want to share myself with you, and only you."
"You really mean that? Vèla shyly asked with a childlike innocence.
"Yes. Yes! Maranda said with increased enthusiasm sensing Vèla's barriers going down.
Maranda leaned in for a soft kiss.
This kiss was more affectionate than the first--much more. During the kiss, Maranda subtly moved her hand from Vèla's cheek to her shoulder and finally to the inside of her low cut V-neck shirt, which she had been dying to do all night. With no bra in the way, Vèla's breast fell right into Maranda's hand. She cupped and kneaded its firmness feeling the nipple rise by the second against her sweaty palm.
Vèla moaned at the sensations that Maranda's hand was giving her. Again, without breaking the kiss Vèla shifted herself on the sofa to manipulate her aching pussy straining under her tight pants. She gyrated forwards and backwards in subtle movements almost unconsciously.
Maranda's tongue ran circles around Vèla's; they twisted and they fought. They began to melt into each other. The two moaned from the intensity of the kiss in addition to Maranda's curious and roaming hand. While Maranda darted her tongue in Vèla's mouth and she also gently flicked Vèla's nipple, one then the other, mimicking the motion of her tongue. This gave Vèla an erotic visual of Maranda eating her pussy and instantaneously her hand went to Maranda's waist to remove her belt and zipper.
"We've got to get you out of this shirt and let those cute little breasts of yours be free," Maranda huskily said.
"Not until after we get you out of those shorts," Vèla jousted.
"Well that's fair enough. Only if you promise you won't stop there."
"Oh Maranda, you have no idea. I have thought you were sexy since the first time you entered into my café. It is very difficult for me to make the first move since I am not familiar with people of your culture and how you might have reacted if I did come on to you. I have spent a lot of time thinking of what it would be like to touch you and feel your strong hands caressing my body. I am just too damn shy to make the first move! But once you get me started..." Vèla teased, "I could give you the best love anyone could give." As she said this, Maranda assisted her by sitting up enough to have Vèla pull her shorts to the floor leaving her in her t-shirt and pale pink cotton panties.
"You don't know how nice that is to hear. In the beginning, I was afraid you were just curious and I didn't want to offend you or scare you away by saying the wrong thing, you know?"
"Oh no, I will show you how straight I am," Vèla teasingly said in a strong foreign accent as she went to pull up Maranda's shirt. She had a wanton look in her eyes now like a child filled with much excitement.
At this point, the two were facing each other with Maranda's nipples pointing through the material of her bra surrounding by her quarter size creoles. Vèla could wait no longer to kiss them with her hungry mouth.
"I've been dying to taste these," Vèla cooed in a sexy voice.
"They are all yours honey," Maranda said as she unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell from their restraint but bounced right back. She had barely any sag for breasts her size.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Vèla moaned as she bent her head in between them. Teasingly, she ran her tongue the length of Maranda's cleavage and with a hand held each breast and pinching each nipple between her fingers.
"Oh sweetie, that's so nice. Bite on them. Unhhh, yea. Don't be shy," Maranda instructed with increased sensitivity.
Vèla nibbled the first one, barely biting it before returning the favor to the other. Then, almost by instinct, her hand drifted directly past Maranda's firm belly to her moist crotch. She could feel Maranda's moisture as she gently dipped her middle finger into the panties pushing them into her eager hole. This instigated a groan from between Maranda's lips.
Maranda moved away just enough to where Vèla's hand broke contact. "Oh no, not yet. I have to see you first. You still need to take off those pants girl. I want to see the whole package."
Quickly Vèla stood up and prepared to unbutton her pants.
"No, go slow, I want to watch you," Maranda said as she sat back in the couch to take in the view.
Vèla's movements were slow and sensual. She never took her eyes away from Maranda. In her private and intimate moments, she always loved doing a strip tease by dancing in front of her mirror. Slowly she unbuttoned her belt, taking her time removing it from around her thin waist. Then, she moved in closer to Maranda so that Maranda's knee was just below her crotch. Her musky womanly scent was revealing itself to Maranda's senses, much to Maranda's liking. Vèla pulled her pants down enough to give Maranda a view of the top of her nylon panties. Then in one quick motion, Vèla unzipped her pants turning around letting them fall to the floor. Maranda's view captured Vèla's beautifully rounded and perk ass. Her purple nylon mesh thongs disappeared right down her crack; she looked like a professional model.
"Mmm, you are so hot girl." Maranda's probing eyes missed nothing on this sexy princess's body. Her thin form and toned body was absolutely stunning. Come over here," Maranda commanded as she placed a hand on Vèla's bare stomach and pulled her backward to kiss both her hind cheeks.
Maranda's lustful desires were taking her places she had not been in a long time. Undoubtedly, Vèla was the most beautiful woman she had ever been with. And this was just the beginning.
Slowly and provocatively, Maranda's tongue ran the length of the thong starting from the bottom working her way up. She squeezed both cheeks apart and in doing so revealed more of the thong tucked insider her tender ass cheeks. Again, and over and over she slowly ran her tongue up and down Vèla's crack pressing it against her.
The feeling of Maranda's wet tongue sliding between Vèla's cheeks make her weak in the knees. She shuddered from the excited and multiplying feelings it gave her. She was lapping like a puppy and pressing her tongue into the thong on each upstroke. She pressed even more when she passed over her puckered anal cavity barely covered by the thin strip of the thong.
Never in her life had Vèla experienced any type of teasing like this before. This was beyond erotic; Maranda was simply taking her to another level. Her senses were reeling. Wanting more she pushed ass more into Maranda's face and probing tongue.
Maranda striped Vèla's panties off in one quick deliberate swipe. Before Vèla could even step out of them Maranda jerked her backward and planted her mouth between Vèla's cheeks. She buried her face in her ass with empowering lustful energy. He tongue moved around everywhere in and around Vèla's arse until she finally plunged it into the tight sphincter causing Vèla to release a guttural moan.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, damn that feels so fucking good," she cooed, almost with her natural accent.
"Mmmmm," was all Maranda could say as her words were barely audible from her probing tongue making its way up Vèla's anal canal. She began moving her head back and forth and fucking Vèla's tight ass with her tongue. Her sphincter muscles were complete relaxed which allowed easy of her tongue.
Without warning she reached under Vèla and immediately found her slippery entrance. Her hand easily slid over Vèla's bare pussy into her well lubricated love canal.
"Oh God...oh shit, shitttttt," Vèla moaned as she began to convulse in the throws of her first orgasm. Never had she imagined having her ass eaten out would be this good, 'It was so forbidden!' she thought. She was well on her way to orgasm when she felt Maranda's thumb easily slip inside her tight hole. Filled up at both ends, Vèla closed her eyes tightly feeling the first throws of orgasm consuming her.
"UNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG," she screamed. "Fuckkkkkkk! Her words seemed to echo off the walls. Her entire abdomen flexed and un-flexed as the electricity went from her head down her spine through to her stomach and pulsing pussy. It was almost as if she was pushing the orgasm through to her loins. She could feel the muscles in her anal clamp to Maranda's half hidden finger. Her pussy was convulsing on two fingers buried to the third knuckle and squeezing them into her. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck!" she stammered with one last jerk. She had a violent orgasm leaving her literally shaking and weak in the knees. Maranda's arm wrapped around her waist was the only thing holding her up by her sides.
By now, Maranda's face was sticky from Vèla's juicy nectar and her own saliva. Vèla had had such an explosive set of orgasms that her wetness had spread all down the inner sides of her thighs.
Maranda pulled away her eager and daring tongue. She licked the fingers that had Vèla's fresh spend on them adoring the sensual and sticky honey it had produced.
"I don't know what got into me Vèla, I have never done anything like that but damn that was hot!"
"Oh my god," was all Vèla could say in between breaths. "I've never had anyone do that, that was just amazing, " Vèla said as she turned around wiping the sweat off her forehead. "I need a breather," she said as she collapsed on the couch right next to Maranda.
"Was it that good?"
"Oh, you have no idea. Right when your finger went into my ass the other two hit something inside of me that just completely got me off. I could feel your finger tickling my insides it was so..........enhhhhhhhhh!" She could barely get her words out. "I must kiss you once more!," Vèla commanded with the exchange of a sloppy tongue kiss. Continuing, "I could feel your other finger in my ass rubbing through to the ones already inside me. Goddddddddd, you really know how to make a woman come! I still can't believe it. I think I saw a white flash for a second there, it's lucky that I didn't fall over. Wow," Vèla said plumping her entire body back into the sofa in utter exhaustion.
"Well now it's my turn. You just lie down and let me do all the work. I am going to make love to your beautiful sexy body with the passion of a hundred lovers," Maranda claimed.
"Take me, my body is yours," Vèla whispered hardly believing it could get any better than that but nevertheless looking forward to finding out.
In one quick motion, Maranda scooped Vèla's light frame and carried her to the bedroom. The two giggled all the way up which was an indicator that the alcohol was kicking in along with the sweeping feeling of knowing what was about to happen.
Maranda was careful with Vèla's body beheath her strong arms. She admired her shapely curves as she carried her and laid her down. Before crawling into bed beside her, Maranda removed her soiled cotton panties revealing dark silky bush of hair trimmed into thick hairy triangle.
Hovering over Vèla, Maranda leaned in to probe Vèla's ear with that daring and skillful tongue of hers. She moved her tongue in circles down Vèla's small neck. Little did she know how much this was driving Vèla crazy.
"Sweetie, I've waited for this moment for a long time. I've spent so much time in this bed imagining making love to you and now here you are."
"Ohhhh," Vèla said adoringly, "make love to me. I am yours. You have me now." Vèla was giving herself away to her newfound lover. The moment was lost in lustful bliss and loving emotions.
Maranda was at full excitement. She could feel all the blood rushing to her loins causing her lips to become puffy and bothered. Her aroma was seeping out of her wet pussy sending love signals into the air. She knew what to do next.
Maranda's biggest sexual fantasy is to rub her quim against another--a reality she was now seconds away from. Maranda could feel her swollen lips hanging beneath her. Her clitoris was erect and protruding from its hood. Maranda lowered herself onto Vèla until her mesh was rubbing against her. At first, Maranda's curly hair tickled Vèla tender bare lips making her twitch, but it soon became an erotic sensation from the friction of her excessive pubic hair.
In a dipping motion, Maranda pressed her qium into Vèla's. She was giving way to the intensity of her throbbing clitoris now sinking between Vèla's slick vagina lips. Each moment upward she felt her clitoris rubbing against Vèla's erect clit sending mini-orgasms through her body. Maranda repeatedly dipped downward then back up pointing rubbing her clitoris and swollen labia the length of Vèla's tender bare lips. She did this slowly, sensually and lovingly for a few minutes before she found herself really fighting not to succumb to her desire and get off right away. Slowly now, with added concentration on their two bodies sensually rubbing in unsion, Maranda felt Vèla's lips suck her swollen clit into her. Vèla was obviously having a harder time stopping herself from going over the edge
Vèla was laying back with her legs wrapped tightly around Maranda resting just above her rear. Her heels were pulling Maranda into her with each stroke becoming more and more commanding. This was completely new to her, utter bliss, and by far the best sex she ever had. (Up until now, she had only experienced oral) After a few more pumps, Maranda began breathing more heavily. She was close, very close and Vèla was not too far behind. On the verge of climax, Maranda climbed up just enough to ensure that their clits were rubbing like pearls.
All Maranda's energy flowed through her with her rocking orgasm. The sensations were so intense she released a guttural moan, "OHHHH GODDDDD...YEAAAAA." The two embraced even tighter riding the orgasm. "MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmFFFFFfff" is all they could moan in each other's ears as Maranda exploded onto Vèla's bare vagina. Vèla pressed herself back into Maranda wanting to take more of her, feeling herself just on the verge of climax.
Riding out the orgasm, Maranda remained still momentarily. "Oh, that was nice is all Maranda could say after opening her eyes and staring right into Vèla's hungary face. You need to come don't you baby?" Maranda sexily whispered.
Vèla responded by closing her eyes and forcing their bodies closer together seeking to satisfy her tingly clit. "Mmmmm," Vèla mummed.
Their bodies were sweating together. Maranda felt Vèla's pointed breasts rub her hanging melons making frequent contact with both their nipples. Each time she pumped her hips into Vèla, their breasts would swipe across each other. Vèla held her breasts up while Maranda humped her again with renewed velocity. Each time she pinched them she could feel bolts of electricity shoot through her bringing her closer and closer. As the workout continued, so too did the loving sensations that these two shared. Their bodies were becoming one mass of built up sexual energy.
The contact of their clits together was a sensation like no other Vèla had ever experienced. It was different than a tongue in many ways, and much more intense-just the way she liked it. Feeling Maranda's mesh of hair tickled Vèla's bare vaginal lips and gave just the right sensations to send her over.
"Oh yes!" Vèla barked hugging and intensely squeezing Maranda now with her fingers clawing into her back.
"Unh, unh, UNH, fuck!" Vèla exclaimed as her orgasm rapidly exploded from within her. "UNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH YEA OH YEA...YEAAAAAAAAAA!" she panted while Maranda continud their clitoral meshing.
Vèla's abdomen expanded and contracted several times before she felt herself pouring out her hot juices. The renewed friction and the heat from Vèla's spasming pussy pushed Maranda into another fucking frenzy. She could not hold back as she could when she masturbated, she was beyond all reproach now, motioning her hips into Vèla as if she were a man thrusting her. Vèla's lips clenched her clitoris with her open pussy as she successfully did earlier with Maranda's fingers inside her. It was actually pulling it in and pushing it out like a pinky finger. This unexpected sensation quickly swept Maranda into a rocking orgasm. She stopped for a short second while Vèla continued to ride her orgasm out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Closing her eyes, she was lost in a powerful orgasm. Maranda pressed her crotch into Vèla with demanding force. She increased her rubbing to where her wet hairs became matted down. The stickiness of their syrup made it feel even more wonderful. It was magnifying and electric.
Vèla sunk into the pillows and mattress feeling completely spent of her sexual energy, passions and lust. The feeling was incredible. As her body was entertained in this moment of bliss, she gave one last contraction before she felt her insides give one more wave of orgasm while releasing more syrup mixing with Vèla's. Their spend mingled among Maranda's curls and down Vèla's ass.
Afterward, the sensations left her limp on Vèla's frail body beneath. Exhausted and spent, Maranda plopped down next to Vèla. The smiled, laughed, and Vèla twirled Maranda's hair in her fingertips. Finally, they kissed for a few minutes before cuddling closely and drifting into a deep sleep for a few hours.
Vèla woke up halfway through the night to pee. Sneaking out of bed without waking Maranda she went into the bathroom and closed the door. Her vagina still felt swollen and tingly. She sat down on the stall and just before she let loose, she touched her still swollen clitoris with her finger. The feeling was reminiscent of earlier and part of her fantasy. Applying more pressure, she pressed into it in circular motions. The gentle motion of her finger allowed her pussy to relax. Her pee began to flow out in a steady stream, relieving her bladder and tweaking her sexual imagination. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensations until she was through. Her bladder was relieved, but her clitoris was not; it stood once again at full attention. But this time in the bathroom, like at home, she was not alone. Returning to the bedroom, Vèla was intent on waking Maranda for another go-around. This was the start of something new, bold and adventurous. Maranda turned over smiling, knowing what to do next.
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