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this is something i thought about on a car ride and i must admit: i was distracted a bit. and horny.
what's in italics is the short brain-helper i wrote, to get the story complete sometime. below is the first part of it, which is not much.
comments are welcome ;)
two ladies in swimsuit / workout tight. red (josie) and brunette (sam). from first look, sam is only few years older. the brunette seems to be more versed in sinful affairs.
hands on hips. "sssshhh" her. kiss. fingers trail outlines of suit. caress breasts. nipples show.
Focussed deeply on Josies eyes, Sam approaches swiftly and stops just in front of her. Seemingly one by one fingers touch down softly on Josie's hips.
Suddenly the play is history, startling Josie into objection: "What do...". With a finger on her own lips, Sam suspends the embarassement and sentence alike and the next seconds weigh in like minutes, as both seem lost somewhere else.
Finally Josie draws a shallow breath: "I don't under..." just to be interrupted, again, by the finger and a soothing but emphatic "ssshhh". Sam's hands start to flow over Josie's swimsuit. They follow the seam of the suit. Hips. Then tushy. And while being lost in her opponent's eyes, Sam's lips touch down on Josie's, melting away any reservation left.
When the kiss is finally requited, Sam's hands are set free: They flight over Josie's sides and back, down to the ass and up to her chest. At first barely sensible, then caressing and finally grasping, the hands expand everywhere to feel the young body and the suit covering it. They feel how the stiff body gets more relaxed while their tongues mix and fondling Josie's tits they raise some fairly hard nipples, to stick out through the tight fitting cloth.
Josie only manages to grasp her counterpart's tits, when Sam already lowers her hands down to the crotch. They find their destination quickly and while the palm slowly circles over the mons, the fingers reach down below and explore the soft area beneath the suit. They drag it from left to right and far enough up to squeeze it inside and form a camel's toe.
While Josie is still not totally on par with what's happening, Sam unlocks their tongues and lips and smiles her broad, soft smile with one hand on Josie's pussy.
what's in italics is the short brain-helper i wrote, to get the story complete sometime. below is the first part of it, which is not much.
comments are welcome ;)
two ladies in swimsuit / workout tight. red (josie) and brunette (sam). from first look, sam is only few years older. the brunette seems to be more versed in sinful affairs.
hands on hips. "sssshhh" her. kiss. fingers trail outlines of suit. caress breasts. nipples show.
Focussed deeply on Josies eyes, Sam approaches swiftly and stops just in front of her. Seemingly one by one fingers touch down softly on Josie's hips.
Suddenly the play is history, startling Josie into objection: "What do...". With a finger on her own lips, Sam suspends the embarassement and sentence alike and the next seconds weigh in like minutes, as both seem lost somewhere else.
Finally Josie draws a shallow breath: "I don't under..." just to be interrupted, again, by the finger and a soothing but emphatic "ssshhh". Sam's hands start to flow over Josie's swimsuit. They follow the seam of the suit. Hips. Then tushy. And while being lost in her opponent's eyes, Sam's lips touch down on Josie's, melting away any reservation left.
When the kiss is finally requited, Sam's hands are set free: They flight over Josie's sides and back, down to the ass and up to her chest. At first barely sensible, then caressing and finally grasping, the hands expand everywhere to feel the young body and the suit covering it. They feel how the stiff body gets more relaxed while their tongues mix and fondling Josie's tits they raise some fairly hard nipples, to stick out through the tight fitting cloth.
Josie only manages to grasp her counterpart's tits, when Sam already lowers her hands down to the crotch. They find their destination quickly and while the palm slowly circles over the mons, the fingers reach down below and explore the soft area beneath the suit. They drag it from left to right and far enough up to squeeze it inside and form a camel's toe.
While Josie is still not totally on par with what's happening, Sam unlocks their tongues and lips and smiles her broad, soft smile with one hand on Josie's pussy.