reached its mark and her fingers first touched Mary Beth’s bare mound, the girl finally stopped talking, breathless. Amanda turned to look at her, eyes full of feigned innocence, as she extended her middle finger to press downward and between her client’s labia. She held it still for a moment, staring Mary Beth in the eyes and watching the heat begin to gather there.
A hot stain of arousal rose in a visible wave from the client’s chest, up her neck, and onto her face. And when Amanda began to pulse her finger in short, sharp bursts, pressing hard on that sensitive flesh, Mary Beth let out a shuddery sigh.
Amanda leaned over to speak against the girl’s ear. “I want to taste your pussy. But first I want to stick my fingers inside you. Spread your legs and let me in.”
She applied extra pressure against Mary Beth’s clit while the girl shifted around in her seat, trying to obey. There might have been some extra movement involved, deliberate grinds against her fingertip. Amanda like that. She liked that Mary Beth could overcome her nerves to claim some pleasure. And it boded well for what would come later, once they headed out onto the balcony.
First, though, she wanted to finish the first act, penetrating her client amidst a sea of noisy people who would soon begin hiding their own clandestine teasing. And with her path cleared into Mary Beth’s slit, she forged ahead. It took some effort to hook her middle finger into the girl without being obvious about it, and once she finally managed to dip her fingertip inside, she found her target warm and so wet already that liquid leaked out around her finger.
Her own pussy clenched, feeling all that wetness. They were going to have a lot of fun together.
She withdrew her finger and leaned over to speak once more. “Let’s go out onto the balcony.”
Amanda led the way to one of the smaller balconies on the west side of The Palace. Its wrought iron railing and canopy were mostly covered in vines, and with only a yard or so of floor space to either side of the double French doors, they weren’t left much room to get out of sight. But that was the whole point. At any moment, anyone could catch them if they walked out onto that balcony.
Mary Beth was game enough. Amanda backed her into the wall alongside the door. Being slightly taller than her client, she could loom nicely, eyes locked, lips parted with the threat or the promise of a kiss imminent. Her client swallowed hard, nerves acting up again and, afraid the girl would resume babbling, Amanda quickly sent both hands to the hemline of the baby doll dress and slipped under it to run her palms up the girl’s sides. Waist, ribs and finally breasts. Mary Beth’s eyes widened as Amanda caught nipples between the first joint of her index and middle fingers, squeezing, and pulling down.
Amanda had to wonder whether her client had ever been touched this way by another woman before. Mary Beth fidgeted, and some reluctance had crept into her body language, but the show did go on. Amanda took her hands away to reach behind her own neck and untie the dress’s halter. With a tug, the lacy fabric slipped away, baring her breasts.
Some shyness evaporated. Mary Beth stared openly at her breasts. Touching didn’t happen right away. Amanda gave the girl some time to adjust. She had been expecting Ben, not another woman to handle the prelims.
After a couple moments, Mary Beth raised a cautious hand, gently sweeping her fingertips over Amanda’s right nipple. Hesitating only long enough to make sure the girl didn’t want to try that again immediately, Amanda kissed her once more, and reached behind Mary Beth’s neck to free the snaps there, as well.
The black satiny material succumbed to gravity, slithering to the floor and leaving the client exposed. She had big, full breasts with big nipples. Amanda had to bend her knees to bring hers into light, teasing contact. Both she and her client watched their nipples touch
A hot stain of arousal rose in a visible wave from the client’s chest, up her neck, and onto her face. And when Amanda began to pulse her finger in short, sharp bursts, pressing hard on that sensitive flesh, Mary Beth let out a shuddery sigh.
Amanda leaned over to speak against the girl’s ear. “I want to taste your pussy. But first I want to stick my fingers inside you. Spread your legs and let me in.”
She applied extra pressure against Mary Beth’s clit while the girl shifted around in her seat, trying to obey. There might have been some extra movement involved, deliberate grinds against her fingertip. Amanda like that. She liked that Mary Beth could overcome her nerves to claim some pleasure. And it boded well for what would come later, once they headed out onto the balcony.
First, though, she wanted to finish the first act, penetrating her client amidst a sea of noisy people who would soon begin hiding their own clandestine teasing. And with her path cleared into Mary Beth’s slit, she forged ahead. It took some effort to hook her middle finger into the girl without being obvious about it, and once she finally managed to dip her fingertip inside, she found her target warm and so wet already that liquid leaked out around her finger.
Her own pussy clenched, feeling all that wetness. They were going to have a lot of fun together.
She withdrew her finger and leaned over to speak once more. “Let’s go out onto the balcony.”
Amanda led the way to one of the smaller balconies on the west side of The Palace. Its wrought iron railing and canopy were mostly covered in vines, and with only a yard or so of floor space to either side of the double French doors, they weren’t left much room to get out of sight. But that was the whole point. At any moment, anyone could catch them if they walked out onto that balcony.
Mary Beth was game enough. Amanda backed her into the wall alongside the door. Being slightly taller than her client, she could loom nicely, eyes locked, lips parted with the threat or the promise of a kiss imminent. Her client swallowed hard, nerves acting up again and, afraid the girl would resume babbling, Amanda quickly sent both hands to the hemline of the baby doll dress and slipped under it to run her palms up the girl’s sides. Waist, ribs and finally breasts. Mary Beth’s eyes widened as Amanda caught nipples between the first joint of her index and middle fingers, squeezing, and pulling down.
Amanda had to wonder whether her client had ever been touched this way by another woman before. Mary Beth fidgeted, and some reluctance had crept into her body language, but the show did go on. Amanda took her hands away to reach behind her own neck and untie the dress’s halter. With a tug, the lacy fabric slipped away, baring her breasts.
Some shyness evaporated. Mary Beth stared openly at her breasts. Touching didn’t happen right away. Amanda gave the girl some time to adjust. She had been expecting Ben, not another woman to handle the prelims.
After a couple moments, Mary Beth raised a cautious hand, gently sweeping her fingertips over Amanda’s right nipple. Hesitating only long enough to make sure the girl didn’t want to try that again immediately, Amanda kissed her once more, and reached behind Mary Beth’s neck to free the snaps there, as well.
The black satiny material succumbed to gravity, slithering to the floor and leaving the client exposed. She had big, full breasts with big nipples. Amanda had to bend her knees to bring hers into light, teasing contact. Both she and her client watched their nipples touch
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