(Continued from The Norwegians-Part 4)
The late afternoon sun blasting through the window wall would be incinerating them like vampires caught outside at high noon had Angie not pressed a button on a remote that brought dark blinds a quarter way down. Jess would have been surprisingly content to have whiled away the evening in the huge bed her cheeks and lips washed with the sweet saltiness that she had tasted for the first time an hour ago.
But this was good-nestled on the couch facing the city-seeing it sideways from where she lay with her head in Angie’s naked lap. She turned slightly to look up-past Angie’s breasts to meet her blue eyes. She was about to speak when Angie pressed a finger down on her lips.
She rolled her head back to the window and let her mind wind back to the bedroom. After she had come and come and come…she lay spent on her side and placed her hand on the back of Angie’s who was sliding a finger between her own legs. She saw Angie’s small smile as she felt Jess’ hand atop her own. She came up to her elbow and kissed the blonde’s soft belly. The smile widened. Then wider still as she kissed a little lower. They both knew where she was headed.
“Do you want to….?” Angie asked quietly.
“I definitely want to…”
“Do you know how?” she whispered through a smile.
“I’ll figure it out…”
Angie settled back as Jess scootched up on her elbows slipping her head between Angie’s taut, damp thighs. “Kiss me there-inside my leg” Angie hissed. She did, feeling the skin-and muscle under it-quiver gently.
“Oh my…” she breathed. “Just do what I did. Run your tongue up…”
“Shhhhh…” Jess hissed sweetly reaching up to pinch Angie’s bum gently.
“Yes Ma’am”. She flopped her head back-finished with the directions.
“Ma’am” resonated somewhere in Jess’ core. She flashed to the spanking and the…the spanking…and the…Jesus, she thought-this was so good! That she had never done this was undeniably true. To say though that she had never thought about it would have been a lie. So now all her fantasies and daydreams came to life and propelled her tongue gently along the inside of Angie’s thighs. Then gently, up and down and around the damp folds of her-then less gently, into the hot passage. She pushed deeply, hungrily, grinding her nose into the stamp sized tuft of beautifully trimmed blonde hair.
She found it where she thought it would be: at the top of the flower, erect and pulsating. It took just a lick-a tiny flick of the tongue-to move Angie upward. Two flicks and she was almost bridging on her neck. Jess withdrew and she came down-receding like a wave pulling back from the beach. Jess flicked and she rose. In and out, up and down…teasing…
“You brat…” Angie moaned and again a word-one tiny syllable-jolted something inside Jess. She filed that away to ponder later. Now she was in love now with the power of her tongue-giving the touch-withholding it-nibbling once-backing off. She loved the mewling sounds and grunts she was causing with just a flick…of…her…tongue. “Damn!” she thought.
She pulled her head back and-with her hands on the back of her thighs, pushed Angie further up-exposing her tight pink asshole. From behind closed eyes Angie knew…”Don’t you even…”
Jessica ran her tongue across it. “Gahhh!” came the gasp. “You are killing me….”
With an unseen smile Jess tongued it again then pressed her thumb lightly there. Angie moaned. Then a little heavier, pushing her way into the dry door to her bottom. Blonde tresses whipped from side to side with every tiny push. Then with a final kiss back there Jess painted a wet trail back to Angie’s center. The little man pulsed between Jess’ lips.
“Let me come Jess-“
“I didn’t know I was stopping you….”
“MAKE ME COME YOU BITCH!” she growled through a laugh.
“Since you put it so sweetly…”
Jessica cupped Angie’s the round bottom cheeks and pulled her more deeply into her mouth. She worked her lips and tongue feverishly, maintaining contact amid the rising and falling of bucking hips and squeezing thighs. Angie came like a woman comfortable with her surroundings: knowing that no sound would reach anyone not in the room. Jessica squeezed her ass-as she had wanted to do that morning-as if to wring the last drop of the salty liquor into her mouth before the storms abated and she lay her head on Angie’s lap-absorbing the sweet fragrance that she suddenly knew would be a major part of her life going forward.
This was her mind as she lay in Angie’s lap watching the sun disappear behind the Cooper Building uptown. There was a lot she wanted to ask, but Angie obviously wasn’t deep into post coital chatter. She would wait…
She stiffened when the elevator pinged behind them she heard the muted swoosh of the doors. This time when she looked up her eyes were wide. She moved to rise but Angie, who had reacted not at all, placed a hand on her arm.
“Shhh…” she said, as if comforting a baby. “It’s OK…”
“Hmmm…” came a deep but feminine voice from behind them. “Do I only see one head one the couch? Where might the other….”
Toni, the door woman, came around the front into Jess’ sight.
“Oh, here she is….”
She wasn’t wearing the hat so the blade of her dark bangs cut like a scimitar across her forehead. Gone too was the jacket and the hint of ink that had peeked above her collar now blossomed into full life behind her open shirt.
Her size and appearance, striking though they were, might have been frightening were it not for her soft, dancing eyes.
“How is it that I’m always missing out on the fun…”
“Somebody’s gotta work in this house…” Jessica’s mind was whirling but relaxed slightly as Toni wandered over toward the windows and looked down into the street absently unbuttoning her shirt. Angie stroked her arm-again as one would a nervous child. “You could always join us.”
“That’s sweet. But duty calls. Heading down to The Haven…There is something with a bartender I have to sort out.”
“Oh, oh…which one?”
“Yep.” She turned away from the window and headed back behind them. “I’m going to grab a quick shower.”
“K”, said Angie. “You want any help in there?”
“No, I’m fine”, said the voice from behind them. “You could send in the dark one though…”
Jessica looked up wide-eyed to see Angie, still stroking her arm, smiling down. “That’s OK. This one’s a little skittish…I’ll keep her out here…”
“So greedy….” said the voice heading down the hall.
(To be continued…in some form…)