It Didn't Work Out Ch. 06

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Letting her foot remain motionless for a few moments, Sian allowed Bridget to regain her composure. The robe was mostly open now. She could see Bridget's breasts in their red cups and the bare skin of her flat belly where the top split apart. The little drop of champagne reflected the light from the Christmas tree. Sian moistened her lips as she thought about licking it off Bridget. Once again, she flexed her foot so that the heel pressed outward against Bridget. From the rise of Bridget's breasts, Sian could tell that her breath was quickening. This time she curled her toes, dragging them along Bridget's panties. Sian set up a slow steady rhythm of flexing and curling her foot.

At first, Bridget resisted reacting. She tried to focus and just keep sipping from her glass. Each sip became progressively harder. When Sian added a small circle with the ball of her foot, Bridget couldn't help but making a gasp just as she went to drink. This time the dribble was a little bigger. It ran down her chin and fell down onto her chest. She could feel it trickle down her chest to get absorbed into the fabric of her nightie. Sian was slowly moving her foot to the center of Bridget's mound. As she did so, Bridget felt her own hips press forward seemingly without conscious thought on her part. Sian's pace was maddeningly slow and Bridget wanted more. But Sian controlled the pressure by bending her knee so that the touch just teased. Bridget's growing desire and frustration caused her to squirm, trying to apply more pressure against Sian's foot. Every time she wiggled, the robe fell further open. By now it was sliding off one shoulder. It had long ago fallen off her legs. The one that had been raised had slid down so that both legs were spread wide, completely open to Sian.

Admiring Bridget's sexy body as it was slowly exposed, Sian drained her champagne and put the glass down on the coffee table. Bridget couldn't drink hers any more. Every time she tried, Sian would increase the pressure or curl her toes harder. The edge of her nightie was a darker shade showing where it was moist. Looking at that raised Sian's curiosity. She ran her foot up Bridget's thigh, letting her get a glimpse of Bridget's panties. She knew they would be moist, but from the size of the dark patch Sian knew that she must be getting very wet.

As Sian's foot moved away, Bridget whimpered. Teasing made her feel so conflicted. Bridget loved how Sian kept the slow build up going, continually building her excitement. Even when she let up like now, Bridget knew that as soon as Sian started again the level of her excitement would instantly be higher than it was before. The anticipation of what Sian would do next guaranteed that. But at the same time, she hated the withdrawal because the immediate pleasure she was receiving disappeared. She wanted both. Bridget looked down at Sian's foot as it reached her ankle, hoping that it would return to her mound. When it paused there for a moment, she looked up at Sian and noticed what her attention was focused on. Bridget felt her cheeks burn a bright red as she realized just how revealing that was. But the embarrassment passed as she felt Sian's foot to begin to travel back up her leg. "Thank God," Bridget thought. She feared that Sian would find some new way to tease her.

Trying to make no noise, Don watched the interplay between his wife and her lover. His hand was in his lap, fingers slowly rubbing his cock through his pajamas. It was just a light touch, almost a nervous gesture. He couldn't remember the last time his wife was in such a state of heat. Her hips were moving back and forth even without Sian's foot pressing against her. Her nipples were poking out, clearly visible under her new nightie. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling. When Sian began to return her leg, he saw Bridget bite her lip and lean her head back. It was clear that Sian knew how to play Bridget just right. It was every bit as exciting has he had hoped. Circling his fingers around his cock, Don squeezed.

When Sian's foot got back, she placed her foot right over Bridget's mound and stretched her leg out; provoking a long moan from Bridget. Then Bridget felt Sian slowly moving her foot upward so that the heel was directly over her clit. She moaned again as Sian rotated her heel. She wasn't pressing hard but it was in exactly the right spot. After a couple of circles, she lifted her heel and slid her foot down. The firm press of her heel was replaced by the light touch from Sian's arch and then the broad pressure of the ball. Sian didn't stop. She dragged her toes over Bridget's pussy. Bridget was so sensitive by now that she separately felt each toe. Sian's big toe caught on the top of her panties and pulled them lower, exposing the narrow strip of hair that Bridget left on her pussy. As her toes passed over her pussy, Sian pushed them under Bridget. The top of her foot pressed against Bridget while her toes lifted. Sian felt how her big toe was pushing up into the beginnings of Bridget's ass crack.

Drawing in a deep breath, Bridget pushed her hips forward against Sian's foot. It felt so good that she couldn't help but doing it again, and then again. Every time that she did it, she felt a surge of bliss run through her body. Soon she was rocking herself back and forth. Sian was flexing her foot in time with her thrusts. Bridget reached down and grasped Sian's ankle and began to pull it against her. Each thrust was accompanied by a little grunt. They started coming faster and increasing in volume.

Just as Bridget started to feel little tingles signal the approach of an orgasm, Sian pulled her foot away. Bridget tried to hold it against her, sliding her hips down, but Sian was too strong. Bridget almost cried when it finally left her completely. She whimpered, "You like tormenting me! No fair! You had me getting so close."

Sian reached out a hand and after a second Bridget took it. She tugged lightly and Bridget moved over to lie on top of her. Her hips were still moving, searching for something to rub against her horny pussy. Sian was careful to not give her anything firm. She stroked Bridget's neck as she lightly kissed her.

"I am a tease. You already know that, Bridge. You know that I am going to drag things out so that you are begging for release." Sian was whispering in Bridget's ear. Don could hear her words, although just barely. "You love it and you hate it, don't you?" she asked. Her hand continued to lightly run down Bridget's back in a gentle stroke. "You love how excited it makes you even as you hate being made to wait. But you will love how powerfully you cum, won't you?"

The soft but sexy tone of Sian's voice had as much as an effect upon Bridget as anything. She had such a rich suggestive voice that it seemed to drip with sensuality. And Bridget knew she was right, as much as she hated to admit it. "Yes, my darling Sian," Bridget answered her at last. "You will make me cum so hard." Lifting her head, Bridget sought out Sian's lips. The kiss was filled with passion as she opened her mouth wide to let Sian's tongue enter. Closing her mouth around it, she sucked hard on it as her own tongue caressed it. Sian slowly slipped her tongue in and out of Bridget's mouth. Then when Bridget's mouth opened wide again, their kiss became more active with their heads moving around. Sian's arm came back up to wrap around Bridget's neck and pull her into the kiss. Bridget moaned as she felt her excitement growing stronger again.

When Sian pulled away from the kiss, Bridget tried to follow her lips but she couldn't reach them. Once again she made little mutters of frustration. Her body was undulating against Sian.

"Not yet, Baby," Sian said. "I'm not teasing you right now. I just think it is time to go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." She pressed her soft lips against Bridget's again as she looked into Bridget's eyes. After a fleeting kiss Bridget lifted her lips and nodded. Sian was right.

Bridget sat up and watched as Sian stood up. Moving around in front of Bridget, Sian slipped her arms under Bridget and lifted her up. Bridget's arms went reflexively around Sian's neck. She could feel Sian's hard muscles tense from carrying her. She admired how strong Sian was. As Sian began walking to the bedroom, Bridget nuzzled her neck and giving it soft kisses.

Waiting just a moment so that he didn't disturb them, Don watched Sian carry his wife to their bedroom. Even though he knew that Sian was an athlete and worked at a gym, he was surprised she could carry Bridget. She wasn't big but still he wasn't sure he could still do it, at least not with the ease that Sian seemed to be carrying her. Once they were at the door, Don got up. He flipped off the lights as he followed them into the bedroom.

The room was only dimly lit so Don had to carefully make his way over to the chair in the corner. He didn't want to distract Sian and Bridget. As he sat down, he saw Bridget's robe lying at the foot of the bed. Sian was lying against some cushions leaning against the headboard with Bridget straddling her legs. She was slightly raised so that Don could see her red panties stretched across her ass. After a few seconds, Don realized that she was following some instructions from Sian.

"Now cup your breasts for me, Baby," Sian was instructing her. Bridget immediately obeyed and both hands clasped her breasts. She felt the soft fabric of her nightie rubbing against them. She slowly massaged them as she held them like an offering for Sian. Bridget wanted to turn Sian on as much as she was. From how Sian's nipples were poking out against her top, Bridget could tell she was having an effect. She licked her lips as her eyes met Sian's.

Sian loved how Bridget was looking at her. She was such a sexy woman. "Now your nipples, Bridge; tug on them," Sian told her. As soon as Bridget touched her nipple, Sian saw her eyes roll upward for a second. She smiled and then began to slide one foot upwards so that her shin started to press against Bridget's pussy.

"Oh, Sian," Bridget sighed as she felt the pressure gently build against her pussy. Her fingers tightened and pulled a little harder on her nipples. Arching her back, she pushed downwards. That forced a soft moan out of her.

Leaning forward Sian took one of the ties for Bridget's bow. Pulling on it, the bow gradually came undone. Once undone Bridget's nightie gapped open to completely expose her breasts. Bridget shrugged one shoulder and then another, inching her nightie off. After several efforts, it fell down onto the bed. Sian licked her lips looking at Bridget's beautiful body.

"You are so gorgeous, Bridge," she said. She felt Bridget rocking against her leg. It was getting faster. "Does that feel good, Baby?"

"Yes," Bridget hissed. Her fingers were back touching her breasts, feeling the difference when it was just her bare skin. That tingling feeling was back. "Oh, God ... Sian, I'm getting so excited."

"Come here, Baby," Sian told her. Bridget moved closer and the two of them exchanged a brief kiss. Sian pulled off her top and then she started to gradually slide down. She nibbled on Bridget' neck as she went lower. Each little bite was a tug on Bridget's skin. Sian moved so that she had could kiss Bridget's throat. At the bottom, she flicked her tongue into the notch there. She loved how Bridget gave a little shudder the second that her tongue touched it. Pressing her lips over it, Sian gave it a little suck with another flick at the end. This time Bridget moaned.

Sian continued to slide down further. Taking Bridget's breast in her hand, she gently squeezed it so that the nipple was pushed out. Opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, she brought her head close to it without touching. She could tell by the way Bridget's body quivered in anticipation that she was looking down. Holding it just out of reach over her tongue, she felt Bridget try to push her chest forward. She used her strength to deny Bridget's effort. It wasn't until Bridget stopped trying that Sian let the tip of her tongue skim over Bridget's nipple. Bridget gasped and then shuddered again as Sian circled her tongue around her hard nipple. This time when she pressed her chest forward, Sian allowed it. Opening wider, Sian began to gently suck Bridget's breast into her mouth. Her tongue stroked around and around. It felt so good that Bridget couldn't tell how long it lasted. When Sian finally began to pull her mouth back, she sucked harder; pulling and elongating Bridget's breast.

"Oh my God," Bridget said in a shaky voice. Her hands were behind Sian's head with her fingers tangled in her short hair. She felt Sian's mouth repeating the caress on her other breast. "Oh, fuck," she exclaimed when Sian's talented tongue stroked her nipple as it was held in Sian's warm mouth. It felt like she was being jolted by little electrical shocks. This time when Sian pulled away, she added a little nip at Bridget's hard nipple. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... Sian," Bridget babbled.

Continuing to travel down Bridget's body, Sian caressed Bridget's firm torso with her lips. Flicking her tongue in and out of Bridget's belly button forced another long moan out of her. Pausing only for a few moments to follow up the lick with a kiss, Sian slid further down as she left kisses on her path down Bridget's flat belly. Now she could smell Bridget. Her pussy was dripping wet. Sian could feel where her body had brushed against it. There was a trail of moisture from the juices just dripping off her pussy. Her mouth watered as she thought about tasting Bridget.

Shifting her shoulders from one side to the other, Sian moved her head down until she was looking up at Bridget's pussy. Looking up at it, Sian could see that her lips were all swollen and pink. As she took it all in, Sian felt a drip fall down onto her chin and she licked it off. Bridget tasted so good. She had a sweetness in her pussy juice. Sian raised her head and flicked her tongue along Bridget's slit. She ran it upwards in an unhurried swipe. When she passed over the clit, Sian could feel it barely peeking out from between Bridget's pussy lips.

"Sian! That feels so good!" Bridget gasped out. Her hips lowered so that she could get more of that tantalizing touch. As Sian once again ran her tongue upward, Bridget rotated her hips down so that it felt faster. Bridget brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, thumbs pinching her nipples against the rest of her hand. The pleasure running through her body made her arch her back for a moment before leaning forward to try and lick at her nipples. Her tongue just barely reached them. When Sian's tongue parted her pussy lips, Bridget let out a little cry that increased in pitch the longer it went on.

The reactions she was causing in Bridget were exactly what Sian hoped. The teasing from earlier set the stage. Bridget was wildly excited and with each flick of Sian's tongue, her hips moved faster and pressed down harder. She began to push her tongue up higher into Bridget's slit. As it glided over Bridget's clit, Sian felt a tiny tremor shoot up through Bridget's body. She was careful not to touch it too much. Sian wasn't ready yet for Bridget to cum. When her tongue was at the entrance to Bridget's pussy, she probed upwards. Opening the wet passage cause more of Bridget's juices to run down and cover Sian's face. She drank it all in, loving the taste and the proof of how much she was pleasing Bridget.

Bridget felt how Sian would probe into her pussy a couple of times and then once again stroke along the length of her slit. The anticipation of when or if Sian would touch her clit drove Bridget crazy. The times when she didn't, Bridget tried to shift her hips to force the touch. Sian was almost always able to hold her off. It made the moments when Sian's tongue touched Bridget's clit all the more explosive. Each time Bridget eyes closed and she saw flashes of light. Her whole body was trembling now.

"Oh Sian," she began to chant. "Oh, Sian." Each time it was louder. Each time it sounded more desperate. Each time it was longer and the interval between them was shorter. Bridget was thrusting herself hard against Sian's mouth, wanting to prolong and increase the maddening caresses by her tongue. She felt herself getting closer. Her mind was shutting down and saying anything coherent was getting harder. The individual words started to disintegrate into a long jumble of sounds that paused only long enough for Bridget to suck in a ragged breath.

Just as Bridget reached the point where she couldn't take any more, Sian sensed it. She suddenly changed what she was doing. Her lips surrounded Bridget's clit and barely sucked it into her mouth, holding it so that her tongue could slip over and around it. She swirled her tongue then glided right over it. When Sian's teeth bit down very lightly, Bridget exploded.

Don watched as Bridget's body seemed to go into spasm. Her back arched repeatedly as her head whipped back and forth, then front to back. She screamed something but he couldn't tell what. Her hands were trying to support herself as she felt the orgasm burst through her whole body. She bent backwards so far that Don could see Bridget's eyes roll back in her head as her eye lids fluttered. When she snapped forward, her long hair flew through the air. He couldn't remember any time that she had ever cum so hard or for so long. Just as he thought it was ending, it was clear that Sian had touched her in some new way because the spasms started again.

Bridget was starting to feel her mind come back when Sian slipped two fingers inside of her and pressed them deep into her pussy. Grinding them for just a moment, Sian pulled them out and started to thrust her fingers back and forth. Bridget felt herself getting fucked hard and fast at the same time that Sian bit a tiny bit harder. Sian had a hold of her clit while pressing her tongue broadly across the tip. Her mind exploded again and she screamed.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Her voice was hoarse with the rawness of the sound. It was like it was ripped from her. Once again her body spasmed and she bucked up. She felt Sian's teeth scrape against her clit as she pulled loose. It was an almost pain, but at the same time it was exquisite ecstasy. Her hips came right back down to meet the driving thrusts of Sian's fingers. Each time it seemed to Bridget like Sian was able to reach further into her pussy. Her body twitched and shuddered as Bridget fell forward onto her hands. This time it didn't last quite so long. But Bridget felt much weaker. She couldn't hold herself up for long and within moments she was face first on the bed.

As Sian felt Bridget's body collapsing, she slowed the pace of her fingers and then stopped them all together. She used her tongue to clean up the mess that Bridget had made. The soft licks were like a cat cleaning its kitten rather than trying to excite. After a few minutes of that, Sian slipped out from under Bridget and moved up alongside her. Bridget readily came into her open arms and cuddled up against Sian. Her breath was still a little rough and she couldn't say anything for a bit.

Finally Bridget took one long shaky breath and let it slowly out. Her eyes opened and she gazed into Sian's. The raw emotion was plain in them. The warm from it spread through Sian's body and mind. She basked in it.

"Sian," Bridget tried to start but had to stop and take a couple more breaths before trying again. "Sian, that was amazing." She had to stop again and the rest of what she had to say was broken up. "Never before .... Never like that." Her arms went around Sian and hugged her tight. The answering hug from Sian pressed their bodies together and Bridget felt a small aftershock. She couldn't stop the shudder than ran up and down her body. "Oh, fuck," she said with a tremor in her voice. The feeling was totally different from her massive orgasm but in some ways the aftershock was just as powerful emotionally. It came just from being lovingly touched by Sian. Bridget and Sian began to kiss very softly and gently with their hands slowly caressing each other. If they were aware Don was in the room, they gave no sign of it.

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