lately.” Jane ignored the towel in her hands. The cool air against her wet skin felt good.
As Margot wrapped herself in the white towel, she twisted to the side, giving Jane only a glimpse at her golden brown outer thigh. But she was dying to see the V between those shapely legs. In Margot’s workout pants, the bulge of her pussy lips was visible when she bent over. What color was it, was it bare, and how did it taste?
“I’ve been trying to keep busy since the divorce,” Margot faced her once again. The towel cinched the skin above her breasts, which pushed against the terry cloth, round and luscious. The fabric was too thick for Jane to see if the nipples were hard, but she thought so. The air in the locker room was cool.
Jane’s gaze locked onto the long column of Margot’s throat, still dewy with moisture. The thought of nuzzling its length and kissing that spot behind her ear propelled her feet closer. What was she doing? She wouldn’t flick her bean in the shower, but she’d openly pursue a woman in broad view?
Margot’s dark brown eyes flared at the woman approaching her in the flesh.
Jane wanted to see Margot’s eyes slip shut as she kissed her. She wanted to see them dilate as Jane’s finger gathered the moisture between her thick pussy lips. She wanted to see her eyes pinch shut as she made her come.
She closed in. Margot stepped back, coming up against a row of metal lockers. She bit her lower lip and a shot of need raced through Jane, making her pussy walls contract. She felt the wetness on her inner thighs and knew if Margot dropped her gaze, she’d see it.
“Look, Margot,” she said, searching her beautiful face. “I want to get to know you better.”
“Sure.” Her voice wavered. “How about coffee?”
“We can start with coffee, if you’d like,” Jane said, heart thumping at what she was about to say. “But I was thinking more along the lines of this.” With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Margot’s soft, giving mouth. Margot trembled at the caress.
Jane pressed harder, and lifted her hands to Margot’s silky shoulders to hold her in place. Beneath Jane’s fingers, Margot’s pulse hammered her veins. Her lips were unmoving, but a puff of breath left her as she sighed.
She kissed her once more, a bare brushing of mouths, and withdrew.
Margot’s gaze was close and tumultuous. She swallowed. The tip of her pink tongue appeared, flicking over her lower lip. Jane shuddered and stroked the sides of her neck, threading her fingers into the wet mass of dark hair.
She pressed her body against the towel separating her from Margot’s nakedness. They were perfectly matched in height, breasts to breasts, mouth to mouth. Moisture penetrated through Margot’s towel. “You must be lonely,” Jane said, eyes sensing the level of Margot’s arousal.
“I am,” she answered on a sigh.
“I’m not going to be coy with you, Margot. I’d like to take you home with me. I’d like to spread you on my big bed and make love to you.”
Margot inhaled sharply. Her eyes were taking on that glazed look Jane had imagined. She licked her lip again, slowly, maddeningly. Was she enjoying the taste of Jane’s kiss?
Before she could respond, Jane dipped her fingers into the edge of Margot’s towel, caressing the hot crevasse between her breasts.
“Your body is amazing,” Margot rasped. “Hard and perfect.”
“Thanks. I’ve worked for it. But, I don’t have any boobs. I’d love to have big soft tits like yours.” She slipped her hands to the sides of Margot’s globes. With a dark sweep of lashes, Margot’s eyes closed. She swayed toward Jane.
Through the towel, Jane cupped her breasts. They filled her palm, spilled over. They must be a D cup if not fuller. And God, she wanted to kiss and suck every round inch. A stab of heat shot between Jane’s legs. Another drop of wetness trickled down her inner thigh.
“Mmm. They’re beautiful,” she said, splaying her fingers
As Margot wrapped herself in the white towel, she twisted to the side, giving Jane only a glimpse at her golden brown outer thigh. But she was dying to see the V between those shapely legs. In Margot’s workout pants, the bulge of her pussy lips was visible when she bent over. What color was it, was it bare, and how did it taste?
“I’ve been trying to keep busy since the divorce,” Margot faced her once again. The towel cinched the skin above her breasts, which pushed against the terry cloth, round and luscious. The fabric was too thick for Jane to see if the nipples were hard, but she thought so. The air in the locker room was cool.
Jane’s gaze locked onto the long column of Margot’s throat, still dewy with moisture. The thought of nuzzling its length and kissing that spot behind her ear propelled her feet closer. What was she doing? She wouldn’t flick her bean in the shower, but she’d openly pursue a woman in broad view?
Margot’s dark brown eyes flared at the woman approaching her in the flesh.
Jane wanted to see Margot’s eyes slip shut as she kissed her. She wanted to see them dilate as Jane’s finger gathered the moisture between her thick pussy lips. She wanted to see her eyes pinch shut as she made her come.
She closed in. Margot stepped back, coming up against a row of metal lockers. She bit her lower lip and a shot of need raced through Jane, making her pussy walls contract. She felt the wetness on her inner thighs and knew if Margot dropped her gaze, she’d see it.
“Look, Margot,” she said, searching her beautiful face. “I want to get to know you better.”
“Sure.” Her voice wavered. “How about coffee?”
“We can start with coffee, if you’d like,” Jane said, heart thumping at what she was about to say. “But I was thinking more along the lines of this.” With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Margot’s soft, giving mouth. Margot trembled at the caress.
Jane pressed harder, and lifted her hands to Margot’s silky shoulders to hold her in place. Beneath Jane’s fingers, Margot’s pulse hammered her veins. Her lips were unmoving, but a puff of breath left her as she sighed.
She kissed her once more, a bare brushing of mouths, and withdrew.
Margot’s gaze was close and tumultuous. She swallowed. The tip of her pink tongue appeared, flicking over her lower lip. Jane shuddered and stroked the sides of her neck, threading her fingers into the wet mass of dark hair.
She pressed her body against the towel separating her from Margot’s nakedness. They were perfectly matched in height, breasts to breasts, mouth to mouth. Moisture penetrated through Margot’s towel. “You must be lonely,” Jane said, eyes sensing the level of Margot’s arousal.
“I am,” she answered on a sigh.
“I’m not going to be coy with you, Margot. I’d like to take you home with me. I’d like to spread you on my big bed and make love to you.”
Margot inhaled sharply. Her eyes were taking on that glazed look Jane had imagined. She licked her lip again, slowly, maddeningly. Was she enjoying the taste of Jane’s kiss?
Before she could respond, Jane dipped her fingers into the edge of Margot’s towel, caressing the hot crevasse between her breasts.
“Your body is amazing,” Margot rasped. “Hard and perfect.”
“Thanks. I’ve worked for it. But, I don’t have any boobs. I’d love to have big soft tits like yours.” She slipped her hands to the sides of Margot’s globes. With a dark sweep of lashes, Margot’s eyes closed. She swayed toward Jane.
Through the towel, Jane cupped her breasts. They filled her palm, spilled over. They must be a D cup if not fuller. And God, she wanted to kiss and suck every round inch. A stab of heat shot between Jane’s legs. Another drop of wetness trickled down her inner thigh.
“Mmm. They’re beautiful,” she said, splaying her fingers
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