She needed more.
Stealing a glance to her right, she made sure the privacy screen was up between them and the driver.
“Ains…let me…”
And she gave Ainsley’s breast a firm squeeze.
With another groan, Ainsley didn’t hesitate. One at a time, she first pulled one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and then the other and then yanked the dress down further. Suddenly, Rachel felt faint agai
n as she was treated to the sight of Ainsley’s gorgeous breasts completely filling a black lace bra, dusky pink nipples that were larger than her own visible through the fabric.
“Oh my god!” Rachel murmured before mashing her lips against Ainsley’s again for another deep and bruising kiss. But she didn’t let this one last too long because she wanted her mouth somewhere else. Breaking the kiss with a firm tug on Ainsley’s lower lip with her teeth, she then reached behind the blonde, found the clasp to her bra and undid it hurriedly.
Ainsley shrugged the bra off her shoulders and Rachel helped pull it completely off and then there they were! Rachel licked her lips at the sight of Ainsley’s breasts and she knew that she was past the point of no return now. Kissing Ainsley hadn’t turned her off; feeling Ainsley up hadn’t turned her off; and now, seeing Ainsley’s bare breasts wasn’t turning her off. She wanted this. No confusion, no doubt. She knew there was more yet to come; more intimate touching and acts. She supposed she might have a different reaction to those but she’d cross that bridge she came to it. Right now, however, she was salivating.
Pressing herself forward, she forced Ainsley to lean back against the cushions of the limo’s leather wraparound seating and then lowered her head and pulled an erect nipple into her mouth, circling her tongue around it.
“God, Rachel!” Ainsley squawked, holding Rachel’s head against the breast with both hands.
Meanwhile, as she sucked, Rachel’s pussy was a faucet. She felt her warm arousal leaking out past her folds. That new thong had no chance to contain it and it was now coating her thighs. She was even able to feel a trail of it moving along her leg, tickling her somewhat which added to how turned-on she was.
She decided to experiment by giving the nipple in her mouth a tiny nibble.
“Oh my god, yes!” Ainsley moaned.
Thus encouraged, Rachel clamped down a bit harder and held it between her teeth while her tongue flicked across the very tip of it.
“Rachel, my fucking god!”
It was time to move on to the other breast and so Rachel did, repeating the same ministrations, earning more exclamations of delight from Ainsley.
If her mouth wasn’t so occupied, Rachel knew she would smile. It was making her feel silly and proud hearing Ainsley’s sounds of pleasure. This was her first time with a woman, after all. And not just any woman. Ainsley. A lesbian who was supernaturally gorgeous and whom Rachel knew must have had some amazing lovers. Yet from the noises the sexy surgeon was making, Rachel was doing everything right so far.
I need to know…
Breasts were one thing, Rachel considered, still suckling on Ainsley’s. But it was time to learn if she could handle other things.
Without relinquishing her mouth’s grip on Ainsley’s nipple, Rachel ran her left hand along Ainsley’s flat abdomen, still covered by the dress. Eventually, her hand found the hem of the garment and she aggressively tugged on it upwards, signaling to Ainsley what she wanted.
Ainsley complied, lifting the edge of her dress up past her waist. Now Rachel let go of her breast and repositioned herself so she was now lying next to Ainsley on the plush seat instead of on top of her. She rested her head against the soft pillow of flesh that was Ainsley’s breast as she looked down past Ainsley’s waist.
The panties matched the bra. Of course they did. Rachel would have expected nothing less. She played her fingers along the top edge of them, her heart pounding, her desire still in overdrive.
“Off,” she whispered, turning her head slightly to give Ainsley’s still erect nipple a quick lick as incentive.
Ainsley wordlessly reached down and shimmied out of the underwear.
Rachel moaned.
Starting again on Ainsley’s toned abdomen, Rachel slid her hand toward her target.
She gasped when she felt her fingers encounter the soft hairs of the landing strip of curls on Ainsley’s groomed mound. Already, she was in new territory, never having touched any woman’s hairs down there before.
In amazement of this new experience, Rachel played with Ainsley’s hairs with the tips of her fingers, careful not to yank them, instead, rubbing them between her fingertips and softly pulling on them. They were darker than the hair on Ainsley’s head, browner, like creamed coffee.
She heard Ainsley’s breathing became more rapid and she felt Ainsley’s chest rising and falling more quickly now.
Rachel decided that now was the time. Swallowing, she continued sliding her hand lower until the hairs gave way to soft and slick flesh. Now her own breathing was picking up pace and her own nipples were becoming even harder. She felt the inner walls of her pussy clench and her panties get even wetter.