My Little Gymnast

Margo leaned against the kitchen island, sipping her coffee, as Kerry bent over backwards. Her hands touched the tiles. The muscles in her thighs quivered, tight and smooth. She held the arch and smiled up at the older woman, upside down. Margo watched the way Kerry’s sports bra flattened her small breasts, the way her shorts rode up and left nothing to chance. Every stretch revealed something new. The line of her spine. The faint shadow beneath her navel. The ache building between Margo’s legs. Kerry came upright, rolled her shoulders once, then dropped into a split. Her crotch kissed the floor. She rolled her hips, teasing, and the movement was too practiced, too knowing, for someone her age. Margo set the cup down. The sound was sharp. She crossed the room in three steps, caught Kerry under both arms, and lifted her to her feet. The girl was light, warm, smelling faintly of chalk and sweat. Margo kissed her open mouth and tasted salt. Her hands slid down Kerry’s back and into the shorts. Kerry moaned against her tongue, pressing closer. Margo spun her around and bent her over the counter. The girl’s cheek met cool granite. Her shorts came down in one motion. Margo’s fingers found the heat between her legs and pushed inside without ceremony. Kerry gasped, then pushed back. Her hips rolled. Margo pumped two fingers deep, thumb brushing the girl’s clit with every stroke. Wet sounds filled the kitchen. Kerry’s feet left the floor as she tried to spread wider, gymnast balance keeping her steady. Margo freed her breast with her free hand, thumb rubbing the small stiff nipple while she fucked her harder. The counter rattled. Kerry came quickly, the orgasm sharp and shaking, her cunt gripping tight around Margo’s fingers. When it passed, Margo pulled out, licked her fingers, then dropped to her knees. She spread Kerry’s ass and buried her tongue in the wet slit from behind. Kerry’s knees buckled. She clutched the edge of the sink and ground back against Margo’s mouth until the second orgasm took her. Margo stood. Her mouth was slick. She turned Kerry around, lifted her onto the island, and spread her thighs wide. The girl’s cunt glistened under the overhead lights. Margo undid her own blouse, let Kerry suck her nipples while she unfastened her slacks. She climbed onto the island, settled over Kerry’s face, and lowered herself onto the girl’s eager tongue. The younger woman licked with the same hungry precision she used to hold a handstand. Margo rode that tongue, grinding her clit against Kerry’s nose, until her own climax rolled through her slow and deep. She came with one hand braced on the cabinets, the other gripping Kerry’s hair. Afterwards, they stayed tangled on the island. Sweat cooled on their skin. Margo traced a finger down Kerry’s thigh and smiled. Outside, the streetlight buzzed. Inside, only the sound of two women breathing.