Chapter 10 #2
When Lee came back, she was no longer wearing her jeans. She smirked as she stood there in a bra and briefs. “I took off two things, Marie. It’s only fair that you remove at least one.…”
“I’m only wearing one.”
“Fine. I’ll agree to you removing just one thing.” Lee sighed like it was a huge concession. “Do you want to stay out here? Go to your bed? Am I to leave?”
“Stay here.” Greta stood, dropped her robe, and spread it out on her sofa. “May I touch you?”
“You don’t have to, you know. I don’t keep score.” Lee stood staring at her. “Just pleasing you is a joy to me.”
“That’s not a reveal either. Observation,” Greta said softly.
“I knew that already. I pay attention to you, and I bet you know me better than you think. Things you’ve observed.
You know I want you to feel good. You know I want you naked against me.
What else? You know I like books, lesbian historical television, and you know where I live, how I like my sandwich. …”
“True,” Lee admitted. “I know how you taste, how you laugh, that you probably would’ve had onions on that sandwich if I wasn’t here.”
Greta laughed softly.
“You know how to seduce me,” Lee whispered.
“See? We aren’t just strangers.” Greta was staring at Lee.
When Lee nodded, Greta asked, “Do you have the toy from the picture?”
“I do. No bag searches at the train station; it makes for easier packing when you take a train. Carry-on luggage can be awkward in airports.” Lee stood there, chatting as if that was why she’d asked.
“Will you get it?” Greta turned the television onto a channel she’d occasionally streamed since Tash left. A lot of the listings were cringe, but she had a “rewatch” option on a film listed that she had liked. “How about this? Women directed. Women owned.”
Silently, Lee walked away and went to her luggage. She made another trip to the bathroom, and when she came back, the dildo was still damp. “I washed it so—”
“Not for me. You.” Greta put her back against the end of the sofa and opened her legs. “You sit right here. Back to me. Throw your legs over mine. If the mood strikes you, do something about it. If not, no pressure…”
As Lee stared at her, Greta shoved the coffee table back from the sofa and turned on the video, jumping forward so it was already past the awkward setup scenes. On the screen, two women had arrived at a rental house only to realize that the homeowner was still there.
Lee pushed down her briefs and sat between Greta’s legs. She took Greta’s hand and put it firmly on her stomach, so Greta was half holding Lee.
“No promises,” Lee whispered, but she put the dildo on the robe in front of her wide-open legs.
“No demands.” Greta kissed her neck. “I like this, too. Just holding you, feeling your skin against me as I watch the movie.”
“She’s going to watch them fuck, isn’t she?” Lee asked.
“And we’re going to watch them.” Greta draped her other hand over Lee’s parted legs, casual but not actively touching Lee intimately. “If you want me to touch you, let me know. I’m yours to command.”
“Not right now.”
They were silent as they watched. The couple on the screen went from talking in whispered voices to opening the bedroom door partway, allowing the older woman to look in if she happened to walk by or hear them.
The “older” woman was probably only four or five years older than the couple, but she was dressed as if she were older.
Dowdy glasses, a high buttoned blouse, and a long skirt were supposed proof that she was older than the couple.
As she stood in the hallway, she unbuttoned her blouse and played with her nipples.
The couple paused their make-out at the sound of the homeowner moaning.
“I like imagining her watching us right now, admiring your body as you watch her,” Greta whispered. “I bet she’d be touching herself already if she could see you.”
A few minutes later, Lee moaned softly as she shifted against Greta, but she still didn’t touch herself. So Greta kissed her neck again and whispered, “I love this film. It just works for me.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Beautiful women who like to be watched.” Greta made a small approving noise. “She’s the director, too. Owning her body. It’s powerful to do that. To take what you want. I like when you take what you want, too.”
“I’m not like this with people I don’t know,” Lee confessed as her fingers parted her folds. “Not … so free.”
“Can I touch you, too?”
“Please.” Lee stared at the screen like she was transfixed. “Truth number two, I like to watch more than I like to be watched, but under the right circumstances, like right now, it’s good to be watched.…”
Greta traced Lee’s already wet pussy, slowly and gently, keeping the pace Lee had set already.
“I feel guilty not touching you right now,” Lee confessed a while later. Her hand was on the dildo now.
“What if you pretend you’re fucking me when you use that on yourself,” Greta suggested.
Lee nodded, but she didn’t move yet. “Can we shift a bit? This isn’t the right position for me.”
“Put me where you need me.”
So Lee turned them, so she was sitting facing forward, ass almost on the very edge of the sofa, legs still parted over Greta’s lap. The position felt more precarious, but Greta kept one arm wrapped firmly around Lee’s waist.
For a moment, Lee shivered. “Cold air on very hot skin.” She stared at the screen where the owner of the house had just asked to film the two renters. “Rub my clit, Marie, like she is on the screen.”
Greta obeyed, matching her pace to the film.
A few moments later, Greta looked down as Lee slid the dildo home, fucking herself in time with the action of the couple on the screen.
“So beautiful,” Greta whispered. “You are so stunning like this, you know.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” Lee said, voice barely audible over the sounds of the moans on the screen. “Safe. Wanted. Powerful.”
“Same.” Greta stared at the now glistening dildo thrust into Lee’s body and hoped upon hope that this was the start of something that could continue.
For a few moments, the only sounds were hard breathing, moans, and begging from the screen—and from Lee. When she reached her orgasm, Greta’s arm tightened around her as her back arched.
They stayed that way for several moments until Lee stood on shaking legs. She stared down at Greta. “Your turn.” She tugged Greta to her feet and lifted one leg, so a moment later, Greta’s foot was resting on the sofa. “I’m parched after all that.”
“There’s wine—”
“Not quite the nectar I want.” Lee shoved the coffee table back, sloshing the rest of their wine, spilling it onto the table.
And Greta decided she wasn’t about to complain, not when Lee was retaking control. Lee’s need for control was the price of time with an amazing person. She was worth it.