“No way!” Lola is open mouthed.
“Thing is, a bit like your crazy mixed-up reaction, despite everything I orgasm noisily, betrayed by my body.”
“Scary,” reflects Lola.
“Kind of hot, but not in a good way,” agrees Betty. “Question is, what do we do now?”
“About our men?”
“About us angel face, be honest we’re turned on by each other’s stories,” Betty is disarmingly frank, voicing an emotion Lola can scarcely admit has been growing within her all the while they’ve swopped experiences.
“I’ve never actually… with another woman, I mean…. in my dreams, but…” Lola stammers nervously.
“Let’s not put labels on it,” says Betty. “Just take a moment to imagine what fun we could get up to upstairs. Trouble is there’s no time, only 15 minutes before dinner and attendance tonight is de rigueur; everyone must be present. Hey, why not,” she adds with a flash of inspiration, “talk about what you’d like to do with me if we’d time to play. You’ve five minutes, starting from now. Then I’ll share my naughty imaginings.”
“You’re on.” Lola, needing no further encouragement, rises to the erotic challenge.
“Once upon a time,” Lola begins with a smile, “I intend to spank your divinely petite bottom with the back of my trusty wooden hairbrush. Enough to mark those pert cheeks, but not for long. Then when I’ve made you properly hot and bothered, I’ll go down on that pretty pussy.”
“Oh God,” Betty is clenching her thighs together. “This is making me damp already.”
“Imagine it sweetie,” Lola continues in huskily sensual voice. “Me sucking that clit, pushing my tongue right up into your honeypot.
Pulling open your labia to slide my mouth slowly along that velvety groove and taste your juices. Push two, maybe three, fingers deep inside, find your G spot and bring you off. Think what I could do with a vibrator…”
“Fucking hell, no more dirty talk from you for now.” Betty places a manicured hand on her potential paramour’s arm. “Stop, or I swear I’ll come right here this moment, just by listening. Let me tell my fantasy instead.”
Lola leans in. “Go on, turn me on with your dirty mind sexy girl.”
“I’ll start by spanking you bare bottomed across my lap, because I know you love close physical contact. Once your beautifully bouncy moons begin to glow I’ll play with your lovely wet cunt until you’re moaning and sobbing with delight.”
“What next baby?” Lola is wide eyed with expectation and breathing heavily.
“I’ll make you kneel, head down, ass up, then lick your quim, circling delicately around your throbbing clit.”
“Umph,” Lola struggles to supress her excitement at the idea.
“Run my tongue over your perineum then send it probing into your tight bum hole.” Betty is really getting into this make-believe. “Lick all around and introduce you to anal play. Dip my finger into some slippery gel and push it against your virgin anus until it relents and lets me all the way in.”
“Alright, enough!” Lola pleads. “Please, if I get any wetter it’ll show though my dress.”
BONG! A gong announces dinner.
“Saved by the bell,” whispers Lola conspiratorially, “thank goodness, I’m creaming my panties here.”
“I was close to a climax too,” confesses Betty. “Thankfully we’re seated in different groups or the temptation to feel you up with my toes under the tablecloth might be too much. Soon as coffee is served I’ll make an excuse about being bushed after a long day and head for my room. Give it five minutes then follow.”
“I’ll try not to run…” murmurs Lola, licking her lips suggestively.
Deferred gratification is difficult but eventually they make it upstairs. Lola enters Betty’s room, locks the door after hanging out the ‘do not disturb sign’ and follows a trail of artfully discarded clothing – that’s some pricey lingerie lady – towards the bed and Betty’s inviting, legs-akimbo body.
They kiss, passionately intertwined, pressing lips and boobs hard against each other. Holding, stroking, fondling, shaven pussies grinding and scissoring. Gasping and groaning ecstatically until all too soon shuddering to a mutual crescendo; inevitably a slower encore ensures. Now they know what to do….
This narrative marks ‘Laurel Aspen’s’ centenary on Literotica, 100 spanking (and sex – otherwise what’s the point?) related tales.
In fact my erotic short story total is probably nearer 120+. Some were posted at another site before their archaic design and obsession with school fiction – not where we need to be these days – got too much.
The big question is what to write next?