Chloe

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The soft faraway piano tinkling of Karen Porter’s cell phone barely reached her in the warm space where she floated weightless in swirling peach pinks and muted oranges around cottony white clouds. She fancied lifting her head but, not really wanting to leave her sweet quiet place failed, slipping further under the surface. When the phone sang again moments later, it roused Deena Jackson from what had almost been a deep sleep. She started with a snort and clamped her mouth closed-afraid she had been snoring or was about to start. Flat on her back, she lifted her head off the pillows to look up over Karen’s nude body lying face down-head to foot-beside her.

The soft, downy fur, invisible in normal light, ignited like countless tiny candles across Karen’s bottom and legs in the late afternoon sunshine leaking around the blinds. Deena pried her tingling arm from beneath both of them and gently-but not too gently-scraped her fingernails across her friend’s bottom. Karen mewed a muffled complaint.

“Phone”, said Deena, grabbing a thumb and finger-full of soft flesh threatening a pinch.

Karen groaned and reached without lifting her head and pulled the phone to her ear without having yet opened her eyes. “Hullo”, she said trying and failing to sound as if she hadn’t just been pulled out of a deeply satisfying post orgasm nap.

After a few “un-huh’s” and a “what did she do?” Deena felt Karen’s body tense beside her. She had lifted her head and was up on her elbows, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Deena wanted to reach up and stroke her hair but was reluctant to peel herself away from Karen’s body-something that was going to happen soon enough given the feel of the one-sided conversation she was hearing.

“Okay”, she said finally. “Thanks Chef. I’m across town. I’ll be over there in twenty….No…that’s fine. I owe you big time. Thanks!”

Karen and Deena had been lovers since college. They were barely friends that one depressing weekend when it seemed the whole freshman dorm had gone home and they were both magnificently homesick. Deena had long ago taken credit for making the first move and knocking on the leggy blonde’s door with a cheap bottle of wine. Karen conceded the point but swore that it was her fingernail sized sliver of hash that relaxed her enough to say “yes” when Deena had asked to kiss her.

However it began, neither could have foreseen that one lonely weekend could birth a love affair that would span Deena’s two tours in Iraq, cross-country separations, Karen’s two broken marriages, countless lovers and other strangers. Whether it was after a week, a month or some longer seemingly interminable time apart, they were each others’ North Star, shining brightly to bring them back on course when life pulled them away.

Their most recent challenge has been Chloe, Karen’s seventeen year old daughter from her first marriage. She had always been a sweet if willful kid who recently seemed to be losing her mind, growing into a sociopath or had been recruited by some terrorist organization with the instruction to drive all adults in her orbit, mad.

Karen sighed as she replaced the phone on the bedside table and pulled herself to her knees stretching backward. Deena took advantage of the positioning to rub her hand over Karen’s backside and down between her legs. “My-O-My”, she said.

“What?” Karen asked, her face buried in the pillow.

“Amazing that your ass looks the same as it did the first time I laid hands on it twenty years ago.”

“That’s sweet. A shame about your eyesight though…”

Karen rose and turned, tossing a leg over, straddling Deena.

“Gotta go. So don’t want to.” She dipped her head and kissed her soft lips gently.

“What did she do?”

“Tried to skip on a bill at Umberto’s. “

“What?”

“Bunch of kids, that asshole she’s dating…”

“She knows you worked there right?”

“Oh yeah. She remembers. It wasn’t that long ago.”

Karen pushed herself reluctantly off the bed with a sigh. “This too shall pass…”

Deena grabbed her by the wrist. “It’s a test, is all.”

“Yeah, but I get the feeling I’m failing.”

“Long way to go sweetheart…you’re not even at halftime…” Then, as Karen moved away from the bed, “Jump in the shower first.”

“Really?”

“Honey, I love it. If I could, I’d bottle the way you smell now and make air fresheners out of it. But baby, you ain’t subtle.”

Karen squeezed her toe and was off to the bathroom. She wouldn’t wet her hair, just rinse what was needed. Her mother used to call it a whore-bath; could be attended to at the sink. She was a real pill, that one.

To Be Continued…

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The Norwegians – Part 6

(Continued from The Norwegians – Part 5)

When she heard the click of a door closing behind them Jessica sat bolt upright. “Does she live here?” she asked wide-eyed.

Angie was distracted by the girl’s round breasts jumping as the breathed the words. Her nipples had softened from the tiny bullets they were earlier which made them even more succulent. All she wanted to do was put one of them in her mouth and Angie usually got exactly what she wanted. But, with some effort, she held back in a rare display of self-control.

“No-she stays here from time to time.” Her blonde locks flicked lightly as she nodded in the direction Toni had left. “In the guest room. One of them anyway.”

Jessica relaxed a little. “Are you guys….” She stuck on the word and shuffled the cards looking for the right one. Angie moved imperceptibly closer drawn at the moment by the soft skin between Jess’ firm round girls. She could almost feel the cleavage with her mind’s tongue.

“Lovers?”

“I was gonna say ‘together’….”

“That’s a nothing word-what’s that even mean?”

Impulsively Jessica reached over and poked Angie in the arm. “You know what I mean.”

“Poking now, are we?” Angie in turn reached out and poked her in the arm. Then Jessica, then Angie again-but before Jessica could reach across again, she saw the fire in the blonde’s eyes and the direction of her gaze. She dropped her defenses, if that’s what you can call the threat of an aggravated poke in the arm, and leaned backward slightly-offering.

Angie gently touched her left breast and softly nudged the nipple with her thumb. It stiffened immediately. Jess let the hand loll there and closed her eyes enjoying the touch.

“So you guys….” Jess began.

“Jesus” Angie sighed, feigning aggravation. “I’ve known her since I was six”, she answered without answering the question.

“Huh” said Jessica. “At least she grew since then”.

“Oh-a short joke!”

Angie released her breast and poked her in the arm again, an attack that was answered in kind. They were giggling like schoolgirls in a pillow fight until Angie snatched Jessica’s nipple again-this time with a twinkle in her eyes that foretold something more than a fondle.

“You rat!”

“Rat? Who says Rat?”

“Don’t. You. Do. It”, Jessica said looking down at the fingers pinching her nipple.

“Or what?”

“You have a bottom made for spanking, girl.”

Their eyes met and in an instant settled into an understanding that there was no need to rush. What had begun this afternoon would continue.

“Ahhh…” Angie released the nipple. “Ok for now, then. Are you hungry?”

“I can tell you are.”

“For FOOD.”

“Starved.”

“Go jump in the shower-or at least wipe my cum off your face.” Jessica’s hand leapt to her face. “Just kidding-leave it. Or I’ll lick it off.”

Jessica unwound her legs and stood. “Give me ten minutes”, she said before impulsively reaching down to kiss Angie on the cheek. She watched her go seeing no evidence of the spanking but a thin wrinkle across her butt from the seam of the couch. She imagined running her tongue over it.

 

(To Be Continued…)

 

The Norwegians – Part 5

 

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(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.

“Shhhhh…”

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?”

“Corrine.”

“Oh Jeez…”

“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…)

The Norwegians-Part 4

(Continued from The Norwegians – Part 3)

Standing, with her left pressing down on the small of Jessica’s back, Angie delivered smack after smack of varying force-some cupping and loving, some flat handed and loud. It seemed that Jessica’s writhing had very little to do with the severity of the smacks and indeed, when one wasn’t delivered the girl wriggled backward and upward-seeking the hand. Which always came back with a deliciously resounding “SWAT”, and the answering mewl.

Rolling against the pinioning hand, Jessica slid onto her hip and began answering the smacks with subtle-then less so-leg movements. Angie delighted in the sounds and the show that the girl’s cycling movements were giving her.

“You are wriggling a lot for just a hand spanking….

“I can’t help it….”

“When was the last time you were spanked?” In the pause for the conversation, Jessica still undulated her hips and moved her legs alluringly as if treading water while holding onto a dock.

“I…don’t know…I had to be 11 or so….”

“Your dad?”

“No my mom…”

“What was that like?”

“Nothing like this…”she blurted with half a giggle happily admitting to enjoying something she wasn’t looking forward to.

“That’s good, I guess.”

“Very…” she breathed into the bed. Every smack vibrated downward between her legs and settled there. She understood now the feeling she had when seeing Carrie the receptionist spread out over Dr. Greene’s knees. It wasn’t embarrassment, it wasn’t fear…it was this particular lust that she didn’t really understand until just now.

Angie sat on the bed facing Jessica’s feet and wrapped her arm tightly around her waist. And continued.

“OW! OW! OW!”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes! I want more. Jesus, yes!”

“Hairbrush time?”

“Yes!”

Angie reached across the girl’s heaving back for the brush. At the very touch of the cool wood to her warm bottom Jessica bucked forward.

“Easy, girl”, Angie cooed and brought the paddle lightly down, the resounding “SWAT!” louder and firmer than anything previous. Answering, Jessica’s cries changed in timbre from light and girlish to something deeper and more guttural. What didn’t change was her bottom’s reaching-upward and upward seeking the blows, reveling in the heat and buzz they brought.

But as skillful and attentive as she was, Angie was not above getting lost in the moment. She wondered at the heaving buttocks blossoming from pale and smooth through pink and to a deeper red. She concentrated on the bottom of the cheeks and the confluence of bum and legs where she knew her charge was vibrating at every blow. She paused in her tattoo and lay her hand on the pulsing warmth that rivaled what she felt coming from between her own legs.

“Are you crying?”

“A little.”

“Are you OK?”

“Oh yes….I’m really, really ok.”

“More?”

“Some.”

Angie moved more quickly now-her movements, if not frenzied yet, certainly not calmly deliberate as they had been. Her spanks were lighter and lingered where they landed-riding the light waves the rising and falling of her cheeks.

Pulling her more closely to her, she slid  her hand up under Jess’ belly and through the dense patch that had seemed so parched and wiry just moments ago to find it wet and slippery. Boldly seeking the swelling flower between her legs Angie slipped a probing finger inside. Jessica yelped when touched there.

“Oh girl”, said Angie. “I’d say you are adequately punished….”

“Mmmmm…I’m not done, am I?”

“I think I have something to make your bottom feel better…would you like that?” Not waiting for an answer she uncoiled her arm and scampered into the en suite off the back of the room where she could watch in the mirror the as Jessica subtly ground her pelvis into the bed.

Angie undressed with the speed and carelessness of a child rushing to jump into a pool. She tossed her top over a chair and stepped on and out of her pants that were tied up with her blue silk underpants-carefully chosen and heedlessly discarded. Leaving her bra to fall with the rest of the pile she snatched a bottle of lotion from the makeup table and fairly skipped back to the bed. When she sat next to her this time Jessica could feel the cool bare skin against her own hot, heaving flesh. She imagined that blonde skin would always be cooling and dry.

“I almost came….” she whined into the duvet.

“Almost? I’m losing my touch…”

“I’m still buzzing…” She emphasized by pushing her hip hard into her-like a cat craving attention. “You have to do something….”

“More spanking?” Angie asked, lightly kneading lotion into her warm right buttock.

“That would be something….”

“Or…”she said allowing her fingers to wander off of her bum and rub her finger gently over her glistening labia, “I could put my head between your legs and put my tongue to you. Might that work?”

“Oh god…”

Angie gave her a quick slap on the bum. “Roll over!” When she did her tiny tormentor melted at the hungry, yearning glow of her eyes behind the tears and redness. She couldn’t resist falling onto her and opening her mouth for a kiss that was nowhere near the tentative reaching of a little while ago. Jessica opened her mouth and welcomed her tongue deeply, longingly as if to swallow it whole.

But Angie would not give it up-she had plans for it. She pulled back and opened Jessica’s knees. The girl’s most intimate spot opened like a peeled plumb glowing in the sunshine burning through the windows. Jess dropped her head and hissed between her teeth as Angie’s tongue slid slowly down the inside of her thigh then slowly inside of her.

The Norwegians – Part 3

(Continued from The Norwegians-Part 2)

Jessica had never exited an elevator directly into an apartment before and for a moment she thought they were on the roof. When the doors opened she blinked at the sun shining directly through the floor to ceiling windows that made up the west wall of the penthouse as she seemed to float above the rivers, bridges and stadiums of downtown. Angie veered directly to the right to step behind a bar and pull a bottle of the same imported what she was drinking at Dish out of the small refrigerator.

“Jesus, girl!”

“Yeah-something huh?” She poured two glasses as Jessica stepped down into a large area dotted with a couple of couches, scattered cushions and chairs that she sidestepped keeping her eyes on the city below. Angie handed her a glass and watched her sip it; both mesmerized by the views.

“This is your place?”

“Yep!”

“How….?”

“Shhh…later.” Angie said, floating close as they watched a tow boat push a barge of coal down the river looking like a toy in the stream from up here. They weren’t touching but Jessica could feel her heat.

“This way”, Angie motioned only-still not touching but seeming to create air flows that carried them to a glass walled room. Angie mentioned that it was a spare room but she could have said play room, Jess wasn’t sure. It was definitely a bedroom that shared the outside wall of windows. Glass block and bamboo screen panels separated it from the rest of the penthouse.

“Sometimes guests want to sleep with the city view…watching the lights come up, then go down…You can judge the time of night by the cars crossing the bridges…” Angie was close now-right behind-speaking softly near her ear. The remembered word “liaisons” floated through her head. Then she saw the hairbrush on the night stand and the tiny buzzing inside her popped up a notch. Angie’s eyes followed hers.

“Ah yes,” the little blonde said brightly. “The reason for the visit. You have to get undressed.”

“Undressed!? Why…”

“I’m going to spank you, silly.”

“Yes, but…I could just lift my skirt. You know…bend over and…”

“I was undressed when you were groping me this morning.”

“I wasn’t groping…”

“Google groping-see what it says…”

“You had a robe on!”

“You want a robe? I can get you a robe.”

Jessica pursed her mouth to answer then stopped and sighed. Not a resigned sigh…more anxious. Reflexively she lifted her hand to her temple and rubbed.

“Here now”, said Angie softly taking her hand away from her head. “Stop that would you?” She held her face in her hands and rubbed at the dark furrows between Jessica’s eyes as if they were smudges to be rubbed away. “Your face is going to stay like that.” She was rewarded with a sad little smile.

“I’m sorry…I think…”

“Bad idea.”

“Yeah-but I think I gave you the wrong…maybe the wrong…”

“The wrong ‘wrong’ or just the wrong…?” Angie teased.

“Look…I’m not…”

The little blonde cocked her head aside again with the curious puppy look. Her blue eyes twinkled. “Not what?” she asked brightly.

Jessica bit her lip frustrated that she, who spent a fair amount of time touching naked people in the most intimate ways, could be so embarrassed by words. How she had massaged this particular person’s bottom not five hours earlier and would have kissed it had they not been interrupted and now couldn’t speak to her. She didn’t realize that she was backing toward the bed until she felt it against her legs and sat.

”I’m not….” She stumbled again and swallowed.

“Norwegian?” asked Angie helpfully.

Jessica’s pained smile widened slightly. “God you’re so weird.”

“Guilty!” Angie stepped closer and unbuttoned the top of Jessica’s jersey and grabbed it by the hem. Jess gave the face of a child finally giving in to the adult who was bound and determined to get her into the bath and lifted her arms allowing the top to be pulled over her head. She met the warm smile in Angie’s eyes and reached back to unsnap her bra. A quick shrug and a roll and her small firm breasts popped free. “Very nice”, Angie said appreciatively noticing the taut pink nipples standing at attention.

“You are, aren’t you?” asked Jessica.

“German-Swede. People think because of the eyes and hair…”

“No you weirdo…”

With a finger to her lips Angie said, “I’ll accept weirdo and give you German-Swede but those are the only labels I’m really interested in, kay?”

“Okay.”

Then, without being prodded or prompted-and maybe a teensie bit worried that she’d upset this beautiful girl who happened to be undressing her- Jessica unbuttoned the side of her denim skirt and slipped it down. Angie took it and set it aside. She cleared her mind and relaxed-Angie was right, thinking was a bad idea right now. Given today, getting undressed for this mesmerizing woman, Norwegian or not, felt fine. Felt right. Was it warm in the room?  She felt warm.

Keeping what had been the embarrassed smile but was now something else, she lifted her butt and slid her panties down and over her thighs handing them over as well. Then, naked, she sat, hands at her sides curled on the bed.

“See?” said Angie. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“No actually, it wasn’t”, she whispered hoarsely. Looking around she reached over and picked up the paddle and patted it against her palm. “Yow. This is going to hurt.”

“Definitely going to hurt.”

“You’ve felt this, haven’t you?” She slapped her thigh with it harder than she had meant to and her eyes widened-her mouth a silent “O”.

“Definitely going to hurt.”

Jessica lay the nasty implement in her lap as they both watched the skin on her thigh mottle then rise to an overall pleasant pink. As if on a signal their eyes rose and found each other’s. Angie reached up and loosened the side pony that still rode above Jess’s ear. She gently pulled her dark tresses free and slid her fingers through them before stroking them into place around her head and over her ears. She leaned closely enough that their breaths mingled in gentle, sweet puffs. When Angie spoke Jessica could feel the words better than she could hear them.

“Do you mind…?” she asked. “No” Jessica answered more a squeak than a word. They kissed gently, their lips melding together in a lush secret. Jessica opened her lips to welcome the warmth that poured in and through her. Angie gently explored her lips, her teeth then her tongue before pulling back and opening her eyes to meet Jessica’s glimmering gaze.

“Well then…” she said and leaned further away coming back to the task at hand. She reached for the paddle and, inadvertently or not, brushed her hand lightly across Jessica’s lap and her thick, dark bush. They both started as if shocked and paused to stare at the wild hair as if touching it might have caused it to burst into flame.

“You’re going to take care of me, right?” asked Jessica in a small voice.

“Relax…Five minutes and you’ll be done.”

Jessica gave her a look that, were she wearing glasses, would have peered out over the lens.

“Hurt your bum-not you.”

“Some distinction”, Jessica said with a wry smile. “So…am I going to go over your lap?”

“Thought you could just lie on the bed…”

“You’re the boss…”

Angie pushed her lightly on the shoulder. “Over you go.”

It was a move that Jessica knew well. Over onto her hip, then flat onto her belly. When she settled Angie rubbed her left hand gently up and down her spine touching and massaging as she went.

“You feel tense. Would you feel more comfortable if I went to find a thermometer?”

“Hah” Jessica laughed looking back over her shoulder. “You know I never had it. Back there.”

“What? Never?”

“Nope.”

“I thought that would be a requirement for everyone on the staff…”

“Please don’t blab it….”

The exchange pulled Angie’s attention southward. Placing the paddle aside for now, she ran her ministering hand down the girl’s bumpy spine slowly, stopping at the rise of her pert bottom. Angie’s heart was fluttering like a bird in a shoe box as she cupped one round unblemished cheek, then the other.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”, came the muted reply.

Leaning slightly on her left hand where it held her down, Angie delivered a light smack.

“Oooo”, Jessica wriggled at the touch.

To be continued….

 

A Visit to the Clinic

Angela Miller sat on the edge of the exam table and allowed her dangling bare feet to swing back and forth like a kid. The thin cotton gown covered her to mid-thigh and since she had come to the clinic braless all she had on under it were her panties. And it wasn’t warm in the room. Not at all.

She was about to hop down and look for a thermostat when the door opened and a tallish brunette in blue scrubs stepped through. She looked a little harried, with a couple of locks of hair escaping from a loose pony tail that she wore to the side. She shut the door behind her with a bit of sigh and took an exaggerated deep breath. “Whew”, she said smiling then looked at the folder in her arms.

“Hi. Angela?”

“Angie.”

“Great, Hi…umm…I’m…Jessica. Just doing your intake-vitals, etcetera…” She was stumbling, seemingly unable to get the words out in the right order. Or remember her goddam name apparently! All she could think was “Those eyes!” as she was almost pinned to the door by Angie’s arresting robin’s egg blue eyes.

“No, good,” said Angie smiling and cocking her head to one side like a curious puppy. Of course the teeth were perfect and white as copy paper.

Angie put Jessica around thirty or so-about five years older than she was. She was slim and pretty with an unexpected silver stud in her left nostril. She seemed a little nervous; maybe she was new. Angie relaxed in the casual intimacy of the exam room -feeling Jessica’s thigh against hers and her breath on her neck as she took her pulse and wrapped the blood pressure sleeve around her arm. At least her hands were warm!

“What are you wearing?” Jessica asked as she wrote numbers on her chart. “The scent…”

“Oh, you like it? A friend of mine actually makes it…”

“Really?”

“Yeah-mixes all the oils and everything…quite an operation.”

“Smells amazing…”

“I love it. She calls it…Blue Steam, I think. Or something like that…If she hasn’t changed the name already. She goes back and forth.”

“It’s lovely…”

“Thanks…” Jessica asked a few more rote questions and made notes.

“You been here long?” Angie asked.

“A few months….”

“You like it?”

“Doctor Greene is amazing-I’m learning a lot from her.”

“She’s great…”

Jessica set the folder aside and flashed a slightly pained embarrassed smile. “If you don’t mind…flopping over onto your belly? She insists on core temperature.”

“Core?”

“Rectal”, Jessica answered, the pained smile getting tighter.

“Oh-yes, sure. Sorry”, said Angie. “I’ve been here before…Didn’t recognize the term” She slid over and reclined on her side for a moment before rolling over. She lifted slightly and arranged herself and the gown then settled.

“Thank you”, Jessica said relieved. “Some people make this so awkward…”

The cords on the gown kept it from sliding completely open in back but weren’t tight enough to keep her well rounded bottom from blooming through the gap.

“She started calling it ‘core’ because ‘rectal’ freaked people out.”

“I’m not shy”, said Angie situating herself, settling her head on crossed arms. “It’s only a bum, right?”

“Right”, said Jessica with a nervous laugh. Why was she nervous? She’d been doing this every day for the past three months. There was a pause before she realized that Angie wasn’t going to reach back and push her panties down like most people. Instead she lifted her hips a tad. “Would you do the honors?” she asked back over her shoulder, her face obscured by a cascade of honey blonde hair.

“Of course, sure”. Jessica quickly, carefully, and as clinically as possible, pulled the panties down to the tops of the woman’s thighs. No further than absolutely necessary but far enough to expose the roundest, firmest bottom that she had ever seen. And she’d seen plenty. Then, with a practiced hand, she used her thumb and index finger to open Angie’s cheeks and insert the pre-lubed tube into her tiny brown button. When she released the cheeks they closed firmly around the trim tube.

“Mmmm…” said Angie. “Tickles…”

Some patients were chatty to cover their nerves, some silent-squeezing their cheeks and powering through embarrassment. Jessica would be chatty or silent-whatever the situation called for. She would usually catch up on notes or look anywhere else around the room. But what she couldn’t do right now was look away. She had never seen…she gazed down at Angie’s perfectly rounded bottom as if into a crystal ball.

“You spend a lot of time at the gym, don’t you?”

“A ton! Why….?”

“Your bottom, girl…” Jessica couldn’t believe she was saying it as she said it.

“Hah…yeah. I had a boyfriend once that called it the most spankable ass in the state.”

“Did he?”

“What?”

“Spank…it…er…you. Spank you?”

“Naw, not really. He never could figure out how that would work. A slap now and again…he was dense…”

“Must have been”, Jessica mused in a soft voice.

“That’s nice…” Angie said.

“What?”

“Your hand.”

Without realizing it Jessica had, during their exchange, rested her hand on the small of Angie’s back.

“Oh god! I’m sorry…” she almost pulled it away but didn’t. The nervousness that she had felt earlier had slipped from her chest and settled lower. Much lower and it wasn’t really nerves anymore. She was transfixed by the view and fought to control her hands.

“You can touch it if you want”, the words came muffled from under the tumble of hair as if Angie was reading her mind.

“What…?”

“My bum…if you want.”

Angie’s eyes were closed and she was breathing lightly. There was no response coming from behind then the thermometer pinged to tell them it was done. She bit her lip lightly feeling herself being spread again and the instrument withdrawn.

A trifle chastened that her offer had not been accepted, she was about to reach back and pull up her panties when Jessica said “Hmmm…that’s odd. It didn’t take.” Then she felt her cheeks parted again and the tube slipped back into place. Slower this time. She held her breath until a hand, warm and dry, cupped her right cheek. And squeezed lightly.

“Ahhh…” Angie sighed and lifted her bottom slightly into the hand.

“My god, girl….this is…” her voice caught as her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Good lord….” She kneaded the right cheek then slid-not rising, not losing contact, but slid-across the deep crease from right to left and squeezed there. Then the other hand came into play to fondle the bottom of her cheeks and slide the panties a little further down. As the tingling in her crotch intensified, Jessica knew there was nothing that could stop her from kissing the lovely globes she had under hand and was lowering her face bumward when the door to the examining room opened with a simultaneous knock that really served no purpose.

“Dr. Greene!” Jessica gasped, caught with two handfuls of Angie Miller’s naked bottom.

“Hi Stephanie!” said Angie brightly, looking up and shaking the hair from her face.

Doctor or not, Stephanie Greene was a striking woman sliding into middle age with a style and panache that couldn’t be faked. She wore an above the knee electric blue skirt and a dark blouse that only a shade or two lighter than her shoulder length raven hair. She stepped into the room from where she had paused to take in the scene and closed the door behind her.

“May I ask…?” she began.

“I had a cramp”, Angie was quick to explain. “It just tightened up. Too much glutes at the gym this morning….Jessica is a gifted masseuse.”

“Uh huh…” said Stephanie, her eyes not buying it. “Jessica?”

“She was….really tight…” she muttered.

“OK…whatever. No time. Jessica, I’ll deal with you later”.

“Yes, Doctor”, she said gathering the folder and taking a step toward the door red-faced.

“Jessica?” Dr. Greene gave her a look and Jessica followed her eyes to Angie’s bottom where the thermometer still stood erectly in place like a little flag pole.

“Oh, I’m sorry…I’ll…” she stepped toward the table but was waved off.

“I’ll take care of it. Go.”

She hustled out the door and Dr. Greene with a quick wrist movement extracted the thermometer and dropped it in the basin. She then raised a hand and delivered a none-too-gentle smack to Angie’s upturned cheek. “You are such a brat”, she said.

“Don’t be too hard on her….she didn’t stand a chance.”

“Pull your panties up-let’s talk.”

“However…” Part III

Continued from “However…” Part II

”I can stop the spanking now”, said Taylor allowing her fingers to slide deeper between Dana’s legs. “You’ve been adequately punished for your tardiness. But I could…” she went on after a moment, “…do something to make you feel a little….better?” As she said that she drew her hand up into the dampening space as Dana lifted her bottom into her hand. “Yes, please…” she moaned.

As she lifted her tingling bottom higher so that the woman’s determined finger could get more deeply…deeply into her, Dana took a moment to reflect. This morning, Taylor Grayling was a well-paying fitness client and maybe friend. No, not really friend-it was a business relationship; she was a client. A client whose fingers felt so good up inside of her right now. “Eeep”, she gasped as she felt that finger swirl around the outside and slide gently and wetly back in.

This morning Dana had awakened somewhere in the eighth barren month without a lover. The only thing in those months that had been up inside her like this were on the ends or her hands or was blue and battery-operated. This she liked better. Oh, yeah, and this morning she had awakened having not had sex with a woman in ten years-and that was freshman year and the story went she was drunk and didn’t really know…or remember…or…whatever. It was her story, she’d stuck with this this long. But now?

“Come on. Up”, said Taylor slapping her lightly on the bum.

“Oh Nooo…”

“Come on…Let’s go.”

Dana arose unsteadily and allowed herself to be pushed toward the door that led into the house, down a short hallway and up a flight of stairs toward a little used wing of the large house. “Go! Go! Go!” Taylor hurried her from behind lightly smacking her on the bottom every step of the way.

At the top, Dana allowed herself to be guided into a bedroom that she registered had been prepared. Dark curtains kept out the late morning sunlight, replaced by the bright flicker from dozens of candles. The soft sound of surf emanated from…everywhere as did the vague scent of eucalyptus. Inside Taylor kicked the door closed and turned her trainer to face her.

Taylor’s eyes weren’t exactly predatory-not exactly-but wide and wanton, glowing brightly in the candlelight. “Off with this!” she yanked at Dana’s T-shirt which she slipped over her head followed by her sports bra which released her small, perfectly formed breasts to immediately be set upon by Taylor’s mouth.  The older woman was hungry for this but gentle in her roughness-relying on every sound or twitch to direct her next move. Which in this case was forward as she pushed the now naked Dana slowly backward pinning her to the bed. She stopped and looked up, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“Who the fuck are you Taylor…?”

She smiled slyly and continued pushing her backward until Dana sat on the bed then further until she was prone but keeping her face close. “I’m the woman who’s going to put her face between your legs and her tongue in your pussy until you scream.”

“Nice to meet you, then.”

With that, Taylor slid down Dana’s tight body, pausing to nibble at her taut nipples, before leaving a glistening trail down her belly and finally to the wiry blond patch at the bottom. She paused just long enough to slide her hands across Dana’s bottom then below her legs pulling them up and out. Dana reached down and patted her lover’s hands before replacing them on the backs of her thighs and pulling her legs to her chest.

Taylor’s tongue knew well what to do with the wide open invitation. It played at the inside of Dana’s thighs then around the wet folds of her vulva-probing deeper with every revolution. “Ack!” Dana coughed as it flicked lightly at her asshole.

“Like that?” Taylor asked…

“Love that….”

There was no more talking as Taylor bent in earnest to her work. At this moment she wanted nothing more than to make love to Dana the best way she could; to give her the kind of experience that would make her want more. As she widened the wet opening with her fingers and orally massaged her throbbing clit, her nostrils, filled with the scent of Dana’s soap, now flared with the dizzying aroma of her longing, pulsing in the waves of her flowing liquor. It didn’t take long before Taylor heard the moans coming from above morph into the screams she had prophesied. She licked feverishly until Dana’s body-hard as carved pine in the throes of orgasm-relaxed and then collapsed back onto the bed. She allowed her legs to drape gently across Taylor’s shoulders.

Still dressed for the gym, Taylor untangled herself and stood. Dana, spent to the edge of weeping, rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up.

“You OK?” Taylor asked softly, leaning close.

“I don’t care what Lynette says about her paddle. I’m coming late next week…”

By the time Taylor could pat her warm bottom and kiss her gently on the temple, Dana was asleep.