Women Seeking Women #168

They first touched on June 21st 2019. Her fingers traced the hard ridge beneath his tailored trousers, pressing through silk and cotton with slow intention. She stroked the length of him, feeling the twitch, the heat that followed each pass of her hand. He stayed still, breathing heavy through his nose, until she slid the zipper down and eased him out. He was thick and heavy in her palm, warm, pulsing as she ran her thumb over the head and spread what gathered there. He reached for her hips and pulled her closer. The thin skirt she wore offered no real barrier. He slid his hand beneath it and found no underwear—just smooth skin and the slick heat that waited. His fingers parted her folds, dipped between them. She opened her legs and let him push two inside her. She clenched around them, tight and wet. He worked them deep, curling to find the place that made her bite her lip, then used his thumb on her clit in the same slow rhythm. She freed his cock fully and rubbed the tip against her entrance. His breath caught as she guided him in. He slid inside in one long push, and she shivered around him. Her back met the wall behind them. He thrust again, deeper this time. The fit was tight. She wrapped one leg around his waist to take more. Their mouths met, messy and urgent. His tongue pushed past her lips the same way he drove into her body. She answered with a soft, helpless sound that made him move harder. Her nails bit into the back of his neck. Sweat gathered where their bodies met. The slick slide grew faster. Every thrust pulled a wet sound from her. She met each one, rocking her hips down to drive him deeper still. When she started to tremble and clench, he didn’t slow. He kept the same steady pace, pushing her straight through it, until her legs gave and he had to hold her up. Only then did he follow her, with a low groan against her mouth and a sudden warmth inside her that made her pulse around him again. They stayed pressed together until breathing returned, until his cock softened and slipped free, until the slow trickle they both felt reminded them what they’d done.