Story 13 #3
She wanted to take hold of that beautiful face, she wanted to possess it the way that she felt she was being possessed. She wanted to tell Anna how beautiful she looked.
She didn’t have time, however. Anna began to push her backward, walking with her as she did so. Jane didn’t know just where it was that she was being guided. She could have turned around to have a look, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Anna.
She felt something hit the back of her legs. She knew that Anna had maneuvered her over to the couch.
She sat down.
Anna sat down next to her. They turned to look at one another. They smiled, almost shyly, and then Anna reached up with her hand once more to take hold of Jane’s face.
Jane leaned into her and Anna’s face went to meet hers. They began to kiss again with even greater passion. Anna’s hand went down to Jane’s waist again and then moved further down, resting on the top of her thigh.
Jane thought about those gorgeous legs of Anna’s and she wanted to reach out herself to see how they felt.
She put her hand on Anna’s waist to start with, feeling the woman’s body at last. She felt the slight curve of her - she was less curvy than Jane and the idea of her slightness came to mind again. Jane could imagine what her body would look like beneath that dress. She had already paid enough attention when she’d first seen her in it, but now she was going to get the chance to see it properly - to touch it, without the dress in the way.
Her hand moved further down. She could feel the point where the legs bent outward.
Her hand ran further down, feeling the shape of the thigh, feeling how slight and delicate it was.
Her hand slid further down, without her even thinking about it. She hadn’t noticed it, but Anna’s dress - already shorter than hers - had pushed further up her leg when she had sat down. Jane was therefore surprised when she found her hand touching bare skin. She felt how soft, how smooth, Anna’s leg was. She thought about the rest of her body, how it would all feel just as good.
Her hand moved back and forth on Anna’s thigh, caressing it again.
Her hand moved further up, only this time it wasn’t on top of the dress, this time the tips of her fingers pushed up beneath the dress.
Anna shifted herself on the couch, moving closer to Jane. They were both hungry for one another.
Anna was kissing Jane’s throat again. Her hand moved up Jane’s body Jane felt it move over her waist again and then it carried on, up toward the bottom of her breasts.
Her thumb and her index finger brushed the protuberance of Jane’s breast. Then her hand moved over it and grasped it from the side.
She was holding it gently, but it was enough for Jane - at least for now.
Jane’s other hand - the one that wasn’t stroking Anna’s leg - moved up to Anna’s shoulder. She found the strap of Anna’s dress and pushed it. She felt it slip easily off Anna’s shoulder.
Anna raised her head and they kissed again. Then it was Jane’s turn to kiss Anna’s throat and her shoulder.
All that bare skin, without even the strap there anymore. It was dizzying, exciting her.
She breathed in deeply, smelling Anna’s scent. Then she licked the skin lightly, tasting her. She kissed her shoulder, moving to the top of her arm.
Her other hand slid up Anna’s body. She felt one of her pert little breasts under her hand. She liked the way they felt. She noticed that Anna didn’t have a bra on. She loved the fact that she could feel the breast with nothing except the thin material of the dress between her hand and the breast.
Her hand moved further over Anna’s breast as her confidence grew.
Her thumb moved back and forth, stroking Anna’s breast just as her other hand had been stroking Anna’s thigh. As she moved the hand, she found the nipple. It stuck out more than she had thought that it would - she hadn’t noticed it earlier when she had been stealing sneaky looks at the way that Anna’s body looked in the dress.
Perhaps it was the arousal that had caused Anna’s nipple to stiffen slightly. The idea excited Jane even more. She wondered what it would take to make the nipple stiffen even further.
Anna's hand was moving now over Jane's breast with greater conviction now as well. She took hold of it, cupped it, and gave it a light squeeze.
Jane thought to herself that Anna would by now have worked out that she wasn’t wearing a bra either. She thought about how much it would turn Anna on - she knew all too well the effect that it was having on her feeling Anna’s breast, anyway.
She felt Anna push herself against her, their legs rubbing against each other.
Then, she felt Anna move even more.
They were no longer kissing. Instead, they smiled at one another, and then Anna made her next move.
She turned and slid over, raising one leg as she did so. Then she straddled Jane. She looked down at her. Any idea that Jane might have of dominating Anna due to their difference in size was long gone now. With Anna straddling her like that, she felt as though she was completely under her spell.
She felt Anna’s thighs squeezing at her own, gripping her with surprising strength.
She reached up with one hand and caressed Jane’s chin. Jane reached up with a hand of her own and pushed Anna’s hair back behind her ear. She felt a stirring deep within her as she was once again hit by just how beautiful Anna really was.
Jane pushed the other dress strap from Anna’s shoulder.
The dress slid down slightly. More of Anna’s breasts were exposed. It was tantalizing - just enough of a glimpse to excite her imagination - but it still wasn’t as much as she wanted.
She moved her hands to Anna’s waist. She took hold of her dress - grabbing hold of two handfuls of the material. Then, she gave it a tug. She saw Anna’s perky breasts bounce free.
She let out a slight gasp. They were even better than she had imagined they would be. They looked like absolute perfection to Jane. She looked at the little, dark, round, nipples.
Jane couldn’t stop staring at them.
She raised her hands to touch them, but before she could do so, Anna playfully slapped her hands away.
“No, no,” she said, lightly scolding Jane, “now it’s your turn.”
Jane understood what she meant. She raised up her hands to push the straps of her own dress from her own shoulders, but before she could do so Anna reached up herself. It seemed as though she wanted to do it for herself.
She pulled the straps of Jane’s dress, smiling as she did so, Jane felt the straps slip down her arms.
Then she felt Anna tugging at her dress. She felt it caught, tight, around her breasts. They were large and filled it up, holding it in place.
Anna pulled slightly harder and Jane felt her breasts finally pop free.
Now it was Anna's turn to gasp. She seemed to like what she was seeing. She reached out to stroke one of them. Jane took this as a sign that she could do the same. She reached out to stroke one of Anna's breasts. Then her other hand went to the other breast. She moved her hands over them, found the nipples, and toyed with them.
Anna’s hands were on Jane’s breasts as well. She raised them up slightly, feeling the size and the weight of them.
Jane felt the hand exploring her breasts, then she felt the thumb and forefinger of each hand take hold of her nipples.
The two women were looking at one another now, gauging one another's reaction to what was being done to them. Jane couldn't help but gasp as she felt her nipples played with like that. She felt as though every single touch of Anna's was turning her on even more. She wondered what Anna would be able to do with those magic fingers of hers later on when things moved forward even further.
She could feel Anna gyrating slightly, rubbing herself against Jane.
Jane moved her hands from Anna’s breasts. She ran them down her body and found her thighs again. The dress had been pushed even further up as she straddled Jane, and now Jane could easily take hold of the top of her thighs, her fingers digging in slightly as she expressed just how much she wanted Anna, wanted her body.
Jane began to bend her head forward. Anna knew just what it was that she wanted. She bent backward slightly, pushing her chest forward.
There it was, right in front of Jane’s face.
She paused for a moment and then she kissed the tops of the breasts - one after the other.
Then she licked them - it had been amazing moving her hands over them, but now that she could move her tongue over them it felt even better. The tip of her tongue began to move in circles, the circles getting smaller and smaller as she made her way inward.
Then she found it. She found Anna’s nipple and let the tip of her tongue move over it. Anna sighed with satisfaction.
Jane was filled with desire. She had never done anything like this before - never even considered it till she had met Anna. She felt as though Anna was still guiding her through every stage, getting her just where she wanted her to be - and Jane was finding out that it was just where she wanted to be as well.
She traced the outline of the nipple and then she began to suck on it. She felt it stiffen further - she had suspected that it wasn't quite as stiff as it could get, and now she had the proof. She heard Anna let out a slight cry and she was gratified to know that it was her who had made that noise escape Anna's mouth.
She could still feel Ann’s hands playing with her breasts. Jane’s hands slipped further up Anna’s slender thighs.
The tips of her fingers found Anna's panties. They were made of soft cotton. There was a contrast between the velvety feel of her skin and the cotton. Both are soft, yet both are different.
She felt Anna take hold of her shoulders and lift her up, taking her mouth away from Anna’s breasts.
It seemed as though it was Anna’s turn now. Her hands moved over Jane’s breasts again, enjoying the feel of them, and then she bent down to kiss them.