Women Seeking Women #132

She walks into the room in nothing but a pale slip, blonde hair loose around her shoulders, the fabric so sheer you can see the faint outline of her nipples. They’re natural, full, and they move when she does. She stops, looks at the brunette already stretched across the sheets, and smiles like she knows exactly what she’s walking into. The other woman doesn’t wait. She sits up, reaches out, and pulls the blonde closer by the hips. Fingers slide under the slip, push it higher until the hem clears the blonde’s hips. Nothing underneath. Smooth, shaved skin meets air, and the brunette’s hand follows without hesitation, stroking slow circles over the bare mound before pressing two fingers between her legs. The blonde lets out a soft sound, tilts her hips forward, and the slip falls off one shoulder. The brunette leans in, mouth finding the exposed breast, sucking the nipple until it tightens against her tongue. Her free hand moves up, finds the other breast, and squeezes, thumb brushing the stiff peak. The blonde reaches down, pushes the brunette’s dark hair away from her face, holds it back so she can watch her mouth work. She shifts her weight, spreads her thighs a little wider, and the brunette takes the invitation, sliding lower, tongue replacing fingers, licking long and slow between those smooth lips. Her hands stay busy—one still cupping the blonde’s breast, the other gripping her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh. The blonde’s breathing changes, short and sharp now, hips rolling against the brunette’s mouth. She keeps one hand on the back of the brunette’s head, guiding her, urging her closer.