An Artists Pose Leads To So Much More - page 2
08 February 2008
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"Hmm. God. That feels...Oh fuck!" Ola had brushed a hand over the swollen nipple, slipping it from under its covering. She began to massage it and gently tweak the sensitive bud, while circling her even more hypersensitive pink areola surrounding it. This, coupled with pressure from her warm thigh gyrating against Kat's pussy, this was too much. Ola could feel the moisture on her upper leg and decided to lean in for a kiss. She bit Kat's lip, allowing her hand to wander on Kat's breast, cupping its fullness and distracting its owner. Kat gasped then flicked out a tongue to caress Ola's tongue, Ola slid her hot wet tongue over the top, sealing the kiss.
Unravelling her hand from Ola's hair, Kat took this moment to slide a hand under Ola's dress, determined not to cum first. She wanted to see Ola's face lose control in orgasm. Judging by the heady sensations surging through her clit, and the dampness on her silk panties, she would have to hurry. Letting Ola kiss her ferociously, and moaning into her mouth, she teasingly let a hand travel to Ola's thong and retreat. Leaning her chest in, she rubbed their nipples together and slipped a hand back up the creamy tanned leg, and brushed, then pressed, her swollen labia.
"Ooh, More, More!" Kat felt the hips above her wrist push down, and rub vigorously along her hand. Ola had stopped kissing and closed her eyes, head thrown back, one gorgeously large tit had slipped free and her dress was round her waist. "Ohh fuck. Please. I need more." She thrust onto Kat's fingers but Kat had a better idea. She dropped to her knees; ignoring the ache in her own cunt, she pushed her head forward and nuzzled Ola's pussy.
Ola moaned out loud Kat pulled down the black thong and parted the succulent lips, and licked along their length. "Ahh, Shit, shit shit..." The moans got louder as she delved her tongue between pink folds, and dipped it into the velvet wet hole nestled there. She flicked out a tongue over Ola's now hooded clitoris in front of her, then slipped a finger inside. The surge building in Ola was building, and the incredible sensation showed on her face. The shining eyes and flushed cheek were a give away.
Katya began to pump her fingers while continuing to lap at the sweet flesh in front of her, rapidly. "Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Ola hoarsely moaned Kat pressed down and scissored her fingers once before withdrawing to circle her clit with her tongue "Huhh, uh oh fuck, Yeah, that's it." The amount of juice on Kat's chin doubled, and Ola's eyes glazed over, her mouth hung open in abandon and her cheeks were flushed red. Her brown hair was array and swung around her oval face, getting stuck in her long clumped eyelashes.
Satisfied with her work, Kat stood and started kissing Ola's neck, working her way up. As she leant in, it let Ola know that her nipples stood erect and the heat between her legs had become unbearable. Ola placed a hand on Kat's waist, then slid it under her belly and down, sending butterflies shooting through Kat causing her legs to almost collapse.
"Ohh, please fuck me! Please!" Intense arousal and one too many gins had erased Kat's shyness. Doing as she was told, Ola felt her way and slithered inside. She began to pump with one finger inside, her knuckles hitting Kat's hairless pubic bone every time, she gradually adjusted herself to the steadily rising tempo of moans issuing from Kat.
"Oooh, uhh." A little faster.
"Fuck yeah, more." A little deeper.
"Oh please, God, shit. Ah..." Another finger inside.
"Uhh, Uhh, Uhhhhh." She added a third finger and placed her thumb on Kat's clit.
"Shit, I'm cumming!" Kat braced herself against the sinks with white-knuckled hands, then collapsed into Ola's arms, panting.
Kat was blushing, and Ola knew why. "You don't generally do this, do you?"
"No, at least not this public..."
"No one would have come in you know." Ola dangled some keys, and only then Katya noticed the locked door.
"What, you work here?!?" Kat had thought she was just another patron of the pub, having a night on the tiles.
"Well actually I own the place would you like to come upstairs to my flat while we continue this in may bed?"
