Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance
Well, she’d do that after she spent time on Sally.
Amy didn’t know what it was—perhaps it was the relief that the meeting with Edelmann was finally over; perhaps it was the feeling of success that came with a job well done; perhaps it was the still lingering effects of her morning Jet Fuel—but ever since the meeting ended, Amy had been very much aware of being incredibly horny.
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After Makeda drove them back to the office, the two women said their goodbyes, with Makeda congratulating Amy again on a job well done. Before she got in her car, Amy sent a text to Sally and discovered that Sally had just gotten home from work and so Amy drove straight to the condo.
“Hi,” Amy purred after Sally let her in and they had shared a deep kiss with probing tongues.
“Hi,” Sally said, catching her breath. “There’s soooooo much I want to do to you right now but first tell me how the meeting went; I’ve been dying to know all day.”
Amy’s clit was still pulsing from the intensity of their kiss hello and so she said, “Cliff’s Notes version: it went awesome and we got Edelmann’s full support.”
“Yay! Babe, that’s amazing!”
“I’ll give you the full story after you do all those things you want to do to me,” Amy then said. “Please!”
Sally pulled Amy into another kiss, pressing Amy against the entryway wall.
“Thank god you said that,” Sally eventually said. “You look so fucking hot in that suit.”
Amy smiled. She was wearing one of her favorite professional outfits: a dark-blue skirt-suit set with a fitted jacket. She also had on black pantyhose and her Amy-means-business high heels—black pumps with a metallic stiletto heel. It was the outfit she always chose when she wanted to feel like Darth Vader’s lawyer.
Taking Amy’s hand, Sally quickly led her into the bedroom and Amy stood still while Sally first removed Amy’s suit jacket, nibbling on her neck as she did so, and then began unbuttoning the white blouse underneath it. She started trembling when Sally bit her left nipple through the fabric of her white bralette. Sally then pulled the left strap of the garment off Amy’s shoulder and exposed the breast, bringing her lips onto the stone-like nipple and bringing a moan from Amy’s lips.
Her mouth was then claimed in another kiss but this time, Amy felt Sally’s hand sneak up under pencil skirt and in a less than a moment that hand was rubbing Amy’s center through the fabric of her pantyhose and panties and all Amy could do was mewl into Sally’s mouth as her pussy reacted, her inner walls clenching, her clit swelling and throbbing.
Finally, Sally guided Amy down onto the bed. Amy was in an odd state of undress: her jacket and shirt were off but her bralette was only halfway off and her skirt and everything underneath it was still on. Nonetheless, once Amy was down on the bed, Sally quickly brought her head down between Amy’s legs, pushing up the hem of her skirt and gently kissing Amy’s stockings-clad thighs. Amy pulled up the skirt even further so she could spread her legs more.
After a moment, Sally looked up with a wicked smile and said, “I owe you ten dollars.”
In her hyper-aroused state, Amy was confused. She had no idea what Sally was talking about.
“Wh-What?” she stammered. “Why?”
And then Sally provided the answer.
Amy felt Sally’s fingers dig into the fabric of the pantyhose and then with a loud rrrrripppp! the crotch of the hose was torn open.
“Oh my fuck!” Amy gasped, her arousal kicking up several big notches. That sound of the fabric tearing, the violence of it, the sheer animalistic nature of it, her pantyhose destroyed by a woman who wanted to get to her pussy that much quicker—all of that brought her to the brink of coming undone and her hips twitched reflexively as her center—her entire center—spasmed with pleasure that took her right to the edge and Amy had to clutch the bedsheets because she felt as if she was about to rocket upwards.
Her panties were aggressively pulled aside and just like that, Sally’s mouth was on her pussy. It started with Sally’s tongue pushing inside her and then swirling around, catching all of the warm liquid Amy knew her pussy was flooded with and then the tongue was removed and the flat of it slid upwards until it settled on her clit, licking it over and over again.
“Oh my fuck!” Amy repeated, louder this time. She knew she wasn’t going to last long.
Fingers slid inside her, a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. Her clit was encircled by Sally’s lips now and sucked once…twice…
“I’m coming!” Amy screamed out, her hips bucking, her back arching, her pussy contracting around those fingers as the almost unbearably delightful waves of the climax tore through her.
“Sallyohmyfuuuuuuuuuck!”
Her scream was now a keening wail.
Releasing her clit but keeping her fingers inside her spasming core, Sally came up from between Amy’s legs to lay on top of her. As her body kept quaking, Amy grabbed the sides of Sally’s head and brought Sally’s face down for a hungry and possessive kiss. She smelled and tasted herself on Sally’s lips and she craved it, breathing it in, licking it off with her quickly swiping tongue.
But Sally ruthlessly broke the kiss and before Amy knew it, she was turned over on the bed, Sally’s fingers were re-inserted and then Sally was biting her ass through the fabric of the pantyhose, the flesh of Amy’s ass separated from Sally’s sharp teeth only by that oh-so-thin layer of nylon because of the fact that she had chosen to wear a thong today.
While she bit, Sally fucked Amy with those long fingers, pumping them in and out while her mouth administered the bites all over Amy’s ass, both cheeks getting equal attention.