“Pamela,” came Lindsay’s sigh as her neck was being serenaded with kisses and nibbles.
Pamela answered by slipping her arms around Lindsay and kissing her in a way she’d reserved for her husband. Heat flourished, of course, but emotions overran everything else. Genuine emotions that stunned Pamela; the type she’d only allow to surface in private moments with Colt.
From their first meeting in the parlor, Pamela couldn’t take her eyes away from Lindsay. That dazzling smile had her smiling back. And now she’d gotten to know Lindsay this week, learn how firm her body was, and witness her sounds of pleasure between shared kisses, Pamela was in deep. Far deeper than she’d ever thought she’d be with a fellow employee, let alone a turnout.
As an experienced, twelve-year courtesan, Pamela had always differentiated the physical from the emotional. Yes, she’d yearned for this – an opportunity at a legitimate relationship with another woman – but never thought it would come to fruition. Not in a brothel. Not with my history. And not with Colt and his reluctance to join in.
Pamela gathered Lindsay’s top and pulled, all the way up, and her bare breasts spilled free. Against creamy, toned flesh, Lindsay’s nipples were dark and stiffened under Pamela’s watchful gaze. This girl was every fantasy Pamela ever had come to life, her body built for pleasures of the flesh in the sweetest form, with nubile, taut curves to caress with her hands, her mouth, her…
* * *
Lindsay’s heart pounded so hard that she felt lightheaded but trying to keep a lid on her own desire had gone out the window. It was pointless.
Pamela lowered her mouth to a breast and took its nipple inside. Lindsay’s hands clenched at Pamela’s hair and her body bucked and churned in response. Pamela swirled her tongue along the sensitive bud and sucked harder, desperate to taste Lindsay with her teeth, her lips.
“Pamela,” she whimpered. The sensation of lips and tongue gliding over her breasts was too much for Lindsay to handle. Add the visual of Pamela’s face concentrating as she did her due diligence, her small, skilled hands roaming and caressing, and the excess cleavage from the deep plunge of her t-shirt, and Lindsay was a goner. Unrelenting desire was set to consume and swallow her whole.
Closing her eyes didn’t slow her excitement. Instead, it made the rest of her senses shift into overdrive. Pamela’s touch, her scent, her delicate murmurs of affection… Lindsay couldn’t control herself any longer. She clutched at the back of Pamela’s neck and kissed her hard, hungrily. And in the process, she climbed onto Pamela’s lap and straddled her right on the bed itself. She bounced up and down across her lap once or twice, then tossed both arms around her shoulders and squished those perky little breasts to Pamela’s chest, only to kiss her again.
“Take me, Pamela. Make me yours.”
“Touch me first. Put your hands on me.”
Urgency abounded as she pulled back and pressed both hands to Pamela’s breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric. Pamela linked her fingers behind her neck and arched her back, allowing Lindsay full access.
“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
Lindsay whimpered and reclined on the mattress, and Pamela came down on top and latched on to her ass. Soon, a hand found the gusset of Lindsay’s panties and she gasped when Pamela trailed a sharp fingernail over it.
“Such a beautiful girl.” Pamela spoke in a hush and dialed up the pressure. “I saw the dildo on your bed when I came in. You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?” An eruption of pink canvased Lindsay’s face as Pamela kissed her cheek in a reassuring manner. “It’s so much better when someone else plays with your pussy, isn’t it? I think I may play with it all night long.”
Lindsay squirmed and writhed. Pamela glided her finger along the folds of Lindsay’s wetness and nudged her way somewhat inside through the exquisite silk.
“Oooooh, your touch is so soft. You’re driving me crazy.” Lindsay was breathless and already at wit’s end. “I’ve dreamed of this moment my entire life.”
“Being with another girl?”
“No. Being with you.” Lindsay’s face prickled with liquid, molten desire. “You’re my dream girl.”
“Oh, baby. Oh, baby.” Pamela’s body was having a reaction of its own as she leaned over and kissed Lindsay’s pussy through her panties. Those slender hips twitched as she nibbled, licked, and suckled the moisture.
“Oh yes, yank my panties down! Yank them down. Yank them down.”
Struggling for oxygen and unaware why those lips were no longer between her thighs, Lindsay opened her eyes and Pamela swooped in for a kiss. The two ladies hugged as Lindsay tried to jam her tongue straight down Pamela’s throat. A single hand pulled her half-tee further up, to her neck, and squeezed a bare breast. A shiver raced through Lindsay’s core as Pamela transitioned her lips to Lindsay’s neck and kissed slowly, delicately.
“Do you like that?”
“I do!” Lindsay said. “I do, I do.”
“Want me to fuck you? Right here?”
“Yeah, fuck me. Please fuck me.”
“You sound desperate for it.” Pamela’s hand continued to grope Lindsay’s breast. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the instant I first saw you Monday morning. I would’ve done it in the bar right in front of Jim, too, if I could. I wouldn’t care.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. That would’ve been so hot.” Her hands now splayed out to either side, Lindsay stifled a laugh at the sudden images racing through her mind. “Do you think Jim would’ve liked watching us?”
“Of course he would have. He’s a man.” Pamela withdrew her lips and pulled back, then drank in the sight of Lindsay with her tousled hair spread across the pillow like a shining, silky cloud and her eyes begging for what she wanted most. Lindsay’s breasts heaved with every exhale, the baby tee still bunched around her neck, and she had a hand stuffed beneath the waistband of her panties. “Oooooh, Kayleigh, you’re the dream girl.”
When Pamela slid her lips downward and again snagged a nipple between her teeth, Lindsay wedged a thigh between Pamela’s legs and the stimulation was red-hot, blinding. Pamela’s eyes rolled into the back of her head before she tightened her grip on Lindsay’s shuddering torso and feasted on both nipples.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. That feels so good.” Lindsay’s hands held the back of Pamela’s head as she continued to suck, slurp, and bite those nipples. Soon, her mouth retracted, and she trailed a series of whispery kisses along Lindsay’s torso and abdomen. Pamela eased away and lifted the tiny, flirty Happy Ending top up and over her own head and tossed it aside.