Polite Conversation
Chapter 2
Miranda stepped forward, cupping Ashley's cheeks and pulling her close for another kiss. This one had more than a bit of heat behind it, and Ashley felt herself responding, head spinning as she felt a silver heat flash between her legs. After years of denying her desires for other women, pushing them down behind a mental hatch none could penetrate, kissing Miranda felt surreal. Like a dream, but dreams weren't smooth and hot against your lips, didn't run their fingers down along your sides until your back arched like a cat's and your knees went weak.
Ashley groaned, trying to steady herself as Miranda drizzled little kisses along her neck, shoulders, down along the tops of her breasts. The other woman's fingers toyed with the neckline of her tank top, until Ash was burning up, her skin star-hot as the rough fabric grated against her nipples. She reached down and pulled it off, baring her skin to the cool sea air, feeling her body grow even hotter at Miranda's hungry groan. A moment more and Ashley was panting rhythmically, chest heaving as Miranda's lips slid over her nipples, her knees finally giving out. Miranda managed to catch her, guide her down onto a lounger on the deck, run her fingers down over Ash's chest and stomach until she shivered at the barest hint of touch.
She was so turned on that her mind couldn't form a coherent thought when Miranda slid down her running shorts and panties. Part of her was screaming toofasttoofasttoofast , but most of her could only think of how burning-hot she was, how sensitive her cunt was to even the smallest air currents, how much she needed to get o-
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"Oh my God!" Before Ashley knew what she was doing, she'd grabbed the back of Miranda's head, pulling it against her as her body convulsed from those first, tentative licks. Miranda made a tiny, pleased noise as her face ground into Ash's sex, lapping softly but quickly against her clit. Ash was screaming now, her body pulsing with pleasure at every heartbeat. Miranda knew just what it felt like, just where to touch, just where to lick to make her grind up against her mouth, greedy as she'd ever been for more.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckdon't stop, don't you dare fucking stop you bitch, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuu-"
Ashley felt her thighs go tight and her world explode into starlight as she finally came, her body arching up off the lounger and then convulsing as she screamed her pleasure up to the wide blue sky. Her body went utterly limp, limbs rolling, and she knew no more until Miranda's lips found hers, tasting of salt and honey. Ashley's eyes fluttered open, and saw Miranda's lazy smile.
"Good, hmmm?"
"Very good." Ash almost didn't recognize the sensual purr that came out of her. "I think I might need more of that soon." She reached up and yanked Miranda's hair back, smiling as the other woman gasped and closed her eyes at the sensation, and drew her down into a deep kiss. "But first...you said something about getting me up to speed?"
As they walked into the house Ashley tensed ever so slightly. Was she really doing this? Walking naked into the Skipper's house, covered in her own rut, hand in hand with his wife and getting ready to fuck them both before the sun went down? Her mouth went dry and she felt a tremor run down her arm. Miranda squeezed her hand, and glanced over with an impish smile before wordlessly reaching behind her neck to undo the knot that held her bikini top on. Ashley felt her whole body tremble, now, but for another reason as the fabric slid off, revealing full, firm breasts tipped by generously sized nipples. Then they were in the unused guest room, and Miranda was pushing her back onto a big clean-sheeted bed, standing over her, fingers fiddling with the knot on her hip that held her bottom together.
"Do you want this, Ashley?" Her voice was light, teasing, sensual, and Ash nearly arched into it. Met the other woman's eyes, heart pounding. Nodded. She did want this. She wanted it more than anything in her life.
Miranda's fingers moved, and the last scrap of her clothing slithered down to the floor. Her sex was bare except for a small tuft of hair of her mound, puffy and swollen red with arousal. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Ashley's, sliding forward onto the bed before lying down beside her. Ash returned the kiss, but didn't waste much time moving on. She didn't intend to stay in familiar territory with so much new ground to explore.
Her mouth moved down over the side of Miranda's neck, dropping a gentle line of kisses down across her chest the way a lover had for her. It had driven her wild, and Ashley thrilled when she heard Miranda moan and felt her buck underneath her tongue. Yeah. She could do this. After all, she knew what she liked, and it seemed enough of the fundamentals applied. Ashley's mouth dipped lower, marveling at the softness of Miranda's breasts, the perfect white flesh sliding over her lips as she began to suck and Miranda cried out, a new one with every breath, making Ash's sex flare with heat as she traced her mouth over them. Ashley's fingers traced their way south, almost absently at first until she felt the first swell of Miranda's mound under her fingers and she could no longer pretend. A quick movement, and she was touching her first pussy- no, her first cunt, a greedy wet thing that welcomed her fingers and buried them in flesh so hot Ash was sure it would burn her skin. Miranda keened, and Ash smiled as she bent her fingers, slowly traced them up to lazily circle around Miranda's clit, heard the other woman's moans get deeper. Jackpot. She lazed there a while, teasing, enjoying the marvelous feeling of the swollen bud under her fingers, before Miranda grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand down, and her fingers were suddenly buried deep, Miranda thrusting and squeezing down on them. Once. Twice. The room flooded with the smell of sex.
Ash drew her hand back, Miranda's moan of disappointment cutting off as she drew her head down, breath tickling over Miranda's mound. Ash's chest was tight with lust, and the uncertainty was gone. She wanted this. She wanted to taste Miranda. And she wanted to confirm a dark little voice that had been whispering in her ear ever since her first orgasm subsided. Willingly, she bent her head.
It was bliss. Miranda tasted of molasses and fruit and honey, rich cream that covered Ash's nose as she slowly drew her tongue over Miranda's sex. It took a couple licks to get used to the taste, a couple more to find the places her fingers had touched from the new angle and how to stroke them properly, but then Miranda keened and thrust up against her, her whole body starting to shake. Ash's mouth flooded with her, flavor almost unpleasantly strong. And just as she began to convulse Ash drew back, her voice a low growl.
"Do you want to cum, Miranda?" Nod. "I didn't hear that. I said, do you want to cum?"
"Oh fuck." Miranda's voice was slurred, barely coherent. "Oh fuck, oh God, God you know I want to, please, please make me cum. I've been such a good girl, please!" Ashley grinned in triumph, sliding a finger in and crooking it just-so, until Miranda erupted into a scream that threatened to burst her eardrums, shook, and went limp. When those clear blue eyes opened again, Ash held up her fingers, and thrilled as Miranda licked them clean. Leaning in, she whispered,
"Feels good to let it go, doesn't it?" A weak nod. "I know it does. For some. But for some of us, it feels better to take control." Her grin got bigger as Miranda's eyes widened, running a finger back into the other woman's coal-black hair and tugging gently until Miranda moaned and nuzzled her knee. "Now...you said we've got a few hours to go until the Skipper's home. And I'm sure you can offer quite a few pointers on how to improve my technique before then. Isn't that so?" Miranda smiled and nuzzled in on her knee, voice smoky-hot as she whispered,
"Yes, Ma'am."