Posted on

Sensational

Felix came up behind Hayley and pulled the blindfold on before she could protest.  She squealed and tugged at it.  "What the hell is this?“

He put a finger to her lips.  "Shhh, I wanna try something.  Won’t you play along?”

“Ugh, Felix.”  Hayley put her fingers under the edge of the blindfold and almost lifted it up, but Felix batted her hand down.  "Why do you insist on this shit?  It’s not like…oh my god.“

She went rigid as Felix touched her inner thigh, under her raggedy jeans shorts, with icy fingers.  It was cold and wet and overwhelming.  He grinned at her stunned face, her eyes still concealed by the band.  "How’s that?  You like that?”

“Oh my god.”  She squealed and twitched away, but her mouth was laughing.  "What is that?“

"An ice cube.”  Felix withdrew it from her shorts and lifted it to her lips.  She recoiled, but then leaned towards it, lips puckered.

“Do it again.  On my pussy this time.”  Now Hayley was getting into it; she pinched her legs together, pulled off her shorts, and squatted deep into the couch so she was exposed for Felix’s ministrations.

He reached for his bowl of unusual sensations and rested it against Hayley’s knee.  She poked at it. “And what’s that?”

“A few different things I want to try,” Felix said, intently focused on the ice cube he was running up her leg.  "With the blindfold on.  Just focus on how it feels.“

"Okay,” Hayley said.  She laughed nervously.  "I don’t know how to do this.“

"What, enjoy how things feel?”  Felix leaned in to nibble at her ear, making her blush and tuck her chin on the opposite shoulder.

“Well – yeah.  I’m not used to being pleasant to my body.  That’s for other people.”  She had a hitch in her voice.  Felix stroked her face, his mask of sexual determination slipping.

“Baby. Just enjoy this.”

“Okay.”

He ran the ice along her skin, up, up and over her thigh, to rest on her mound.  Ever so slowly, he slid the ice downward, and in small circles.  The water trickled in between her pussy lips and dribbled towards her entrance, until she was gasping and her pussy lips were numbed.  "Something else!  Oh my god.  That’s so strange.“

Felix chuckled and popped the ice cube into his mouth, kissing Hayley deeply.  She wriggled her tongue around his, chasing the cold muscle.

Next, Felix chose a feather from the bowl.  He started on Hayley’s heels, calloused from working long weeks on her feet, and worked his way up and inside her legs.  Her face twisted with amusement and concentration.  "Is that…a feather?”

“Good job,” he said, lifting her shirt and taunting her nipples with the end of the feather.  Hayley moaned and finally pushed her shirt back down.

“Agh!  Stimulation.  Okay.  What else.”

He persisted with the feather, making little circles around her clit.  "Patience, baby, you have to learn to take it.  Hold your breath if you think you can’t stand it anymore…“

Posted on

Sweet Babysitter

Nessa pricked up.  Wine and giggles wafted into the house from the entryway.  She smiled and flicked the remote, making The Lion King waver and disappear.

“Nessie!  Nessiiie.”  It was Maryanna, the mother, slurring her giddy whisper.  Nessa smiled and stood up, not bothering to adjust the strap of her silky cami, which had slipped off her left shoulder.

“Yanna.”  She crossed the living room to the couple, embracing the brunette and resting her hand on Rob’s broad shoulder.  "How was dinner?“

"We got a little tipsy,” Rob said, smiling at Nessa over his wife’s head.  "And how were the kids?“

"Perfect angels.  And even sleeping now.  I promised you’d give them a goodnight kiss.”  Nessa untangled herself from Maryanna’s embrace. Her cami now hung so low her nipple threatened to make an appearance.

“First things first,” Maryanna said, taking Nessa’s face in both hands.  She screwed her face up into a very serious expression and managed, “You are a wonderful babysitter and I’m glad you’re still here.”  Then she pulled Nessa in for a long French kiss.  Nessa relaxed into Maryanna’s soft bosom and ran her hands down the older woman’s back, to her waist.  Maryanna broke off the kiss and ran her tongue along her lips, smearing the last of her lipstick suggestively.  Nessa’s hands roved up to Maryanna’s breasts, cupping them as she gazed at them hungrily.

“Okay, okay, if you promised a goodnight kiss, I’m not gonna be the one who turns you into a liar.”  It was Rob who broke them up now, gently pushing between them.  Both women wriggled up and he sighed in mock exasperation.  "Seriously. Nessa, bedroom.  Yanna, let’s go kiss the kids.“

"You’re right,” Maryanna said, curling her lip in an attractive pout.  Nessa laughed, hiding it behind the back of her hand, and gave them both shy smiles as she slipped back into the hallway.  She went into their bedroom and waited, perched on the edge of the bed.

She heard the soft sounds of covers being pulled up, foreheads being kissed, and tightly-held toys being confiscated, and she smiled.  This was the job she lived for.  To care for a family so deeply that after the young ones were away, the adults could play.

Maryanna came into the bedroom first, exaggerating every tip-toe step.  With two swift strokes of her long arms, her dress was off and she bounded onto the bed like a husky puppy, wriggling up to Nessa.  Nessa giggled as the older woman nosed at her neck.  "Eee!  Stoppit, Yanna, you’re giving me the heebies!“

They fell to tickling one another until all their clothes were in a heap at the end of the bed.  The pair was just crawling under the covers when Rob arrived, shutting the door behind him.  "Privacy!  Geez, girls!”

“Oh, shut your lame face and get into my bed,” Maryanna said, scooting over so her bare ass was against Nessa’s and patting the remaining space.  "We know what you want, so let us give it to you.“  She threw an exaggerated wink over her shoulder.

Rob rolled into the bed and the women swarmed him.  Nessa slid her nubile body down his legs, rocking her crotch against his thigh, cuddling his feet to her.  Maryanna, meanwhile, pulled her hair back and dove to work on her husband’s cock.  After a few moments, Rob pushed them off.  "All right. My turn.”

He made them lie side by side, face up, legs spread.  Nessa found she was trembling.  She reached out and took Maryanna’s hand, squeezing her excitement.  "I love this part,“ she whispered, as Rob’s hands descended to both of them at once.

Posted on

The Right Department

Nora hugged herself and shivered a little.  The dressing room lounge had a stiff breeze, but she couldn’t return to the warmth of the individual room until she’d picked the rest of the items marked M off the rack.

She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her in just a bra and borrowed underwear – after 8, they closed off the lingerie department and she was left alone to clean up.  Or model what her customers had left behind.

It thrilled her, to know that other pussies had rested on the fabric she slipped on, strangers whose names she would never know but whose bodies had, in a fashion, mingled with hers.  She snatched a last lacy black number and dashed off blushing.

Nora didn’t bother to lock the door and slid the pink thong down her leg with her thumb.  With her other hand, she pinched the black panties off their hangar.

Something moved in the mirror and she frowned faintly, turning to tug the stubborn door closed again against the breeze.  Straightening up, with nothing on below the waist, she came face to face with a girl with short-cropped blonde hair and a hot pink, coy smile.

“No, don’t!” the girl said, laughing, as Nora swallowed her scream and scrambled to recover her modesty with the black underwear.  "Please don’t.  Your ass is adorable.“

"My – ”  Nora’s fingers began to tremble.  Never had she dared admit to anyone but herself that it was the leggy ladies that made her wet.  Certainly she had never pursued a girl, and only dreamed of it with strangers, because knowing her name might make her something to fear.  "I don’t understand,“ she finished, dropping her hands and hoping her flush didn’t make her blotchy.

"Shhh,” the girl said, and slid around the door, locking it behind her.  Her hands still against the wall, she asked, “May I kiss it?”

“Kiss it?”

“Your ass.  I promise, lip to cheek contact only.  It’s just so fucking adorable.  Please?  Butts?  For me?  I’ll be cute.”  And the blonde girl pouted her perfect pink lips and Nora shook harder.

“Okay,” she said in a voice so tiny she didn’t recognize it as hers.

The girl clapped her hands and took two long strides to come up behind Nora.  Even as Nora hugged her own shoulders and tried not to close her eyes, the stranger was down on her knees and her soft lips tingled right at the center, on both cheeks.

Nora sighed.  "Oh,“ she said.

She looked around in the mirror behind her.  The girl had her hands resting on Nora’s thighs, her hair making her look like a mischievous pixie as she smiled back at the glass.  Between Nora’s cheeks rested a bright pink kiss mark.

Nora began to giggle, and it made her wobble, so she reached out for the girl’s hair.  The girl looked up, and Nora’s pussy tightened as she recognized the look in the stranger’s eyes.

"I’m Evi,” the girl said softly, and then it was too late.