Naked Vows Ch. 05

All too soon Laura finished and Sarah's hand left her swollen breast. Laura moaned in frustration.

"Go stand on the other side of the bed. I can't very well look at what's here with you in my way."

Laura walked around the bed feeling her slick thighs slide against each other. Her pussy burned with need; she was so close to coming.

"Freeze!" Sarah glanced at Laura's hands inches away from touching herself, of relieving her slick, swollen sex. "Aren't you the wonton slut. The only person allowed to make you come is me. Get those hands on your head and spread your legs. I obviously can't trust you with your own body."

Laura did as she was told and moaned in frustration. When she parted her legs the cool air on her sopping, overheated sex made her gasp with need. "Please, Sarah."

"Be good. I've got work to do." Sarah looked over Laura's bras then gathered up the ones Laura wore to work. They were plain with muted colors that matched her work suits. "These can go. I don't want things like these getting in my way when I want your tits."

"I need those for work. They don't look like much, but they help me look like the boss."

"I'll think about it." Sarah tossed them in a corner. "It depends on your work cloths. We'll look at those later." She gathered up the remaining bras and pushed them to the foot of the bed. "Now, lay out your panties."

"Are you going to hold my breast again?" Laura trotted over to her drawers. She didn't even try to keep the hopeful excitement out of her voice.

"Maybe," Sarah grinned wickedly. "Or maybe I'll hold your pussy."

A shiver shot through Laura's body and she almost dropped the bundle of panties. When she tossed them on the bed she looked at Sarah, waiting for her to set on the bed or reach between her legs.

"Don't look at me, get those panties spread out so I can get a good look at them."

"I thought you were going to . . . you know." Laura glanced meaningfully at her breasts.

"I changed my mind." Sarah gestured at the bed. "Get to work."

Laura wanted to growl in frustration but she bent to her task. Sarah moved behind her and her slacks tickled Laura's naked behind. Laura arched her back, pushing her bottom into Sarah. Sarah's hands rested on Laura's hips then slid around the older woman's waist until she rubbed Laura's belly. One hand moved down until her fingers tangled in Laura's bush. The other moved up over Laura's ribs until it supported the weight of her left breast.

"I can't help myself around you," Sarah said.

Laura moaned and wiggled her bottom until she felt Sarah's leg slip between her bum cheeks. She was almost there. A bit further and Laura's sex would be against Sarah's leg. A little friction and Laura could slip over the edge and come like crazy.

Sarah moved back and slapped Laura's rump. "None of that. You'll soak my slacks."

"I wish I made you soak your slacks." Laura pouted at Sarah.

"Don't worry. My panties are soaking. If you're very, very good, you'll see how wet I am in a few minutes."

"I'll be good." Laura stared at Sarah's crotch looking for a damp spot.

"Well, well, well." Sarah studied the panties arrayed on the bed. "You are the little vixen, aren't you?" She picked up the skimpiest thong Laura owned. "Do you wear this to work?" Sarah held up the tiny garment and compared it to Laura's sex. "This one won't even cover your bush. Do your employees know you have pubic hair sticking out of your panties when you're around them?"

"No." Laura felt her face go crimson even as her lips stretched into a naughty grin. "I only wear those when I give speeches at company meetings."

Sarah closed her eyes and bit her lip. "God, that's hot." She returned her attention to the panties then snapped her attention back to Laura. "You're so horny right now you'd hump my foot if I let you."

Laura's eyes went wide with surprise at the image but she couldn't deny it. The thought of rubbing her sex against Sarah's foot until she came made Laura's already hard nipples swell painfully.

Sarah sighed. "Put your hands on your head and spread your legs." Sarah didn't bother to look to see if Laura did as she was told. She tossed the thong on the bed and reached for another pair of panties. "These look very nice." Sarah picked up a pair of french cut, purple satin and black lace panties, Laura's favorite. "I bet these look great on you." She rubbed the satin against her cheek and closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of smooth fabric against skin. "These are nice and smooth. Here, feel them."

Sarah gently slid the panties against Laura's pussy. The fabric soaked up Laura's juices. She stared into Laura's eyes as she rubbed between the older woman's legs. It was satin against satin on Laura's clit

Laura's whole body shook, almost in a seizure. Sarah moved close, still looking into Laura's eyes. Her face filled with love as her hand worked faster and faster on Laura's sex. "Come for me, my love."

Laura threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body convulsed, sending pleasure rippling through her flesh. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt her pussy convulse and clamp down. Hot liquid flooded Sarah's hand and slid down her thighs.

When the intense pleasure subsided to occasional aftershocks, Laura realized she clutched Sarah for support. The younger woman's hand moved away from her sex. She had both arms wrapped around Laura, holding her up. Laura's pussy still spasmed, sending mini orgasms through her body.

"You're going to make me come like that." Sarah grinned. "I don't care how long you have to practice."

Laura laughed deep in her throat as she rested her head on Sarah's shoulder. "I'll try, even if it takes me all weekend."

Sarah helped Laura settle on the bed. "A little later you're going to model all your underwear for me and I'll decide what I'll let you keep."

"Whatever you say." Laura lay on the bed and felt all the different fabrics of her panties against her legs. She couldn't remember ever feeling so satisfied. She ran her fingers over her sweat slicked torso. Her caress moved from her soft belly, up over her ribs and across the inner slope of a breast to end at her shoulder. Then she followed the same rout back to her belly button.

"I have a question to ask you first."

"I'll tell you anything," Laura said in the same languid voice.

"What was it like to eat my pussy?"

Laura shrugged. "It was weird. Different, I guess."

"How so?"

"Different smells, different textures. It was a strange combination of revulsion and intense lust."

"Why revulsion?"

"I guess I'm not a good lesbian yet." Laura laughed mirthlessly. "It was new, wrong in some way. You know, women aren't supposed to go down on women."

"I'm sorry I disgusted you so much," Sarah said in mock offense. "Were you scared?"

"A little, but it was the excited kind of scared, like riding a roller coaster for the first time. You want to do it but you also don't. Only I was so hot for you and wanted to make you come, everything else faded away."

"So you liked it?"

"I loved it. I can't wait to do it again. I want to get good at it. Why all the questions?"

"I figured I put you through such a hard time you deserved a reward. I remembered how good your mouth felt on me so I figured I'd return the favor. I'm going to go down on you. But first, I want to show you something."

Sarah stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She peeled it off exposing her bare breasts. "I figured I should do as I said. What do you think?" When she undid her slacks, Laura saw she didn't have panties on either.

"I think you need thinner blouses, I couldn't see your nipples."

"Yea, well, I'm not as brazen as you." Sarah moved to the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs, I've got a pussy to pleasure."

"It's too soon. I just came unbelievably hard and need time to recover." Laura spread her legs though. She had to admit the way Sarah stared at her pussy turned her on, though not as much as normal. "I wonder if that's what I looked like."

Sarah glanced up at Laura's face. "What?"

"I just wondered if I looked like you do now, half scared and half excited."

Sarah grinned and crawled between Laura's legs. "That's about the size of it." She stopped about five inches away and stared. Her face was expressionless but her breathing was labored.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I want to, it's just . . . "

"I know."

Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth wide and covered Laura's pussy. She stayed there, frozen, breathing so heavy Laura felt her breath tickle her pubic hair.

Laura looked down at Sarah's head between her legs. The sensation of Sarah's warm mouth increased Laura's tension. Laura admitted she was wrong about needing to recharge. Her breasts begin to tingle and her pussy heated up. She took her breasts in her hands and squeezed.

Sarah changed position, keeping her mouth tight against Laura's pussy. She moved her arms under Laura's legs and cupped her breasts. Sarah covered Laura's hands with hers and mimicked Laura's actions. When Laura squeezed her breasts, she felt Sarah's hands tighten over her own. Sarah wiggled a little, trying to find a more comfortable position for her neck. Her lip brushed over Laura's clit. Laura gasped at the electric sensation. She squeezed her breasts tighter and pulled her legs up to give Sarah better access to her pussy.

Sarah's breathing relaxed a little and she let her hands roam on their own accord. Laura let her hands fall away from her breasts and let Sarah caress and squeeze them on her own. Sarah's tongue tentatively probed Laura's opening. The older woman moaned and fisted her hands in the bedspread. Her reactions encouraged Sarah to further explorations. Soon her tongue traced the bottom of Laura's entrance while her bottom lip inched toward her anus. Then she moved her tongue and pushed it deeper inside, exploring Laura's vagina. She pushed her tongue in and out, fucking Laura with it. Her top lip moved over her clit and Laura panted, climbing higher and higher toward heaven. It didn't take long for Laura to come. Her hands found themselves tangled in Sarah's hair. Her legs clamped around the blond head. She moaned wantonly, voicing inarticulate words of encouragement and passion.

When the orgasm began to subside and Laura's body began to relax, Sarah slid her fingers across Laura's breasts until they found her nipples. She squeezed them until it almost hurt. Pulling up, she lifted Laura's heavy breasts off her chest. At the same time she rammed her tongue deep inside Laura and gently scraped her teeth against Laura's lips. The odd mixture of hard against soft with the pressure on her nipples sent Laura into another orgasm more intense than anything she felt before. It seemed to go on and on until Laura realized Sarah's hands had left her nipples. Sarah moved her head so her whole face, from chin to nose, stimulated Laura's sex.

Laura's whole body convulsed as spasm after spasm radiated from her core. Laura lost track of time. She had to push Sarah's head away from her; the pleasure was so intense it started to hurt.

Sarah moved back and grinned expressively at Laura. Her face was covered in Laura's fluids. "I see what you mean. Making you come is a huge turn-on. I'm dripping wet and all I can think of is going down on you again."

"Move closer." Laura indicated where she wanted Sarah to move with a lazy gesture.

"Now what?" Sarah cocked her head in puzzlement but moved so she knelt next to Laura on the bed.

"Now you get to come." Laura didn't have energy for much, but she managed to cup Sarah's pussy. She slipped a finger inside Sarah's soaking entrance. Then she pushed her thumb against Sarah's clit. Sarah moaned and tilted her pelvis forward, giving Laura better access. She cupped her breasts and tugged at her nipples. It didn't take long for Sarah's overexcited body to come apart in an explosive orgasm.

Sarah settled back on her heels and grinned down at Laura. "I like your hand there."

"I like it there too."

"Oh my god!" Both women turned to look at the young woman standing in the doorway. Laura's daughter stood there, pale, maybe in shock. "Mom?"

Laura yanked her hand out from between Sarah's legs and grasped for something to cover herself with.

"Marcy, what are you doing here?"

The shock faded away from Marcy's face replaced by a disgusted snarl. "You filthy depraved whore!" Laura heard her daughter's feet pound down the hall then down the stairs.