Story 26 #3
One of Linda’s hands had slid behind Jane’s back as well. Jane felt the hand move up and down her back slowly, stroking her back. Then the hand moved further down. She felt the hand move over her ass. Linda stroked her ass and then as she started to kiss her harder, push against her harder, she began to squeeze one of Linda’s ass cheeks. She massaged it and then, suddenly, she gave it a spank. It wasn’t a hard spank but it certainly took Jane by surprise. For a moment she wasn’t sure how she felt about it but then she realized just how much she had enjoyed it - it had felt so good. It made her feel as though she was being dominated by the other woman, as though Linda was letting her know that she was in charge here, almost as though she was claiming her property. And Jane couldn’t argue with that idea - she felt as though her ass was Linda’s, to do with as she wished.
Linda's hand was on her ass again, kneading it. Then she felt Linda pulling her dress up enough so that she could slip her hand in beneath it and take hold of her tight little ass properly. Both women were only wearing G-strings beneath their dresses. It meant that it wasn't hard for them to get a feel for one another's bodies.
With Linda’s hand on her ass, Jane felt as though she could finally do what she had wanted to do since this had all begun.
Her hand went to Linda’s stomach. She rested it there for a few moments, feeling the slight rise and fall of her breathing. Then her hand slid up her body. She moved it around to Linda’s side as it moved upward.
Her hand kept moving upward till she felt the rise of Linda's breasts against her hand. She paused for a moment there, just feeling the roundness of Linda's breast against her hand. Then she gave it a squeeze. She was amazed at how soft it felt - her earlier touch had been good but all too brief. Now she felt as though she was able to feel it properly, and she was loving it. The size, the shape of it fascinated her.
Her hand moved further up. The tips of her fingers pushed down into the dress, wanting to feel it properly.
Just then, Linda broke off their kiss and took her hands away from Jane. Jane took her own hands away, worried that she had done something wrong, that maybe she had been too eager and should have held back.
That wasn’t it, however. Instead, Linda flashed her a wicked smile and then pulled the top of her dress down. Jane watched it take place, completely fascinated by what was unfolding before her.
One second Linda’s breasts were held within her dress and then suddenly they just burst forth. There they were, and all that Jane could do was let out a slight gasp. She could feel the desire growing within her. She had to have this woman, she simply had to.
Linda’s breasts hung there, huge and heavy. The skin was as light and as flawless as the rest of her body - at least, the parts that she had already seen. She wanted to see more of it, an uninterrupted expanse of gorgeous, perfect flesh all there for her, the endless possibilities for where she could touch.
Linda pulled the dress down slightly further. She looked down at her breasts and then looked at Jane. She pushed them together and gave them a little wiggle. Watching them in motion was like magic for Jane. She looked at the large, dark, nipples and she wanted to know what they would feel like beneath her fingertips.
“They’re all yours,” Linda said.
Jane reached out and took hold of them - one in each hand. There was more than she could fit in each of her hands, even with her fingers spread.
She lifted them, feeling the weight of them. She stroked them, her hands moving all over them. Then the tips of her fingers went to the nipples. She flicked them back and forth with her index fingers and then she took hold of them between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged on them slightly, fascinated with them, and then tweaked them slightly. She heard Linda let out a gasp and she looked up, seeing the pleasure in the other woman's face, the color in her cheeks.
Then she went back to playing with Linda’s breasts. Suddenly, she was taken by a wild impulse.
She bent down and kissed the breasts, one after the other. Her kisses were slow and lingering, wanting to fully enjoy the feeling of the soft skin beneath her lips.
She began to move her kisses over the breasts. She took her time, wanting to enjoy every single last part of them. She licked them, tasting Linda’s skin. She lifted one of the breasts up and ran her tongue around the nipple. Then she flicked it back and forth with her tongue before she began to suck on it. She heard Linda moan and felt her hand on the back of her head. She knew that Linda was enjoying what she was doing.
As she continued like this, she could feel Linda’s hands on her body again. Soon enough, she felt Linda pulling her own dress down. Then Linda’s hands were on her breasts, playing with her nipples, exciting her.
Jane’s mouth began to move up from Linda’s breasts. She licked Linda’s throat. Linda tilted her head slightly as Jane did this. Then Jane was kissing Linda’s face, her mouth eventually locking onto Linda’s. The two women continued playing with one another’s breasts as they kissed.
Then Linda’s mouth was on Jane’s breasts, sucking and licking and kissing. Jane’s smaller, darker nipples stiffened under Linda’s gentle attentions.
She bit her lip, not wanting to let out the cry that was threatening to escape her lips.
Then she remembered why she couldn’t let out that cry - their husbands. She had almost completely forgotten about them. Where were they?
She turned her head to look toward the kitchen. She let out a gasp. Linda must have known something was wrong - either from the sound of the gasp or from the way that Jane’s body tensed. She raised her face from Jane’s breasts.
The sight that had caused Jane to gasp was the two men standing there, watching them.
She raised her hands to cover her breasts.
“How long have you been there?” she asked.
“Not long,” Pete said, amiably, “But long enough.”
She looked at him. She had expected anger but his tone of voice certainly didn’t suggest anger. In fact, he had a slightly amused look on his face.
“Please,” Grant said in an equally amiable tone, “Don’t let us stop you.”
Jane looked from one man to the other, wanting to make sure that she understood what they were saying. She could already feel Linda’s hands back on her waist, moving around eagerly, wanting to get back to the fun they were having.
Jane turned back to Linda. She was smiling, ready for her. Then they were kissing, their hands on one another again. This time when they were kissing Jane kept opening her eyes to look over at the two men watching, wanting to make sure that they were enjoying the show they were putting on. She thought back to that first time with Pete when she had thought about the possibility of being discovered, someone seeing them. Now she had that - she and Linda had been caught out and now they had an audience of their own. She felt as though she wanted to put on a good show for them.
They took turns sucking on one another's breasts. She wondered if Pete was looking at Linda's impressive breasts with a sense of jealousy, wanting to have some fun with them himself. She felt a sense of power then, that she was getting all of this. But at the same time, she started to think that maybe he would get his turn soon enough.
She felt one of Linda’s hands on her thigh again. She felt the hand sliding up her thigh, further than it had gone before, and now she felt the tips of her fingers pushing at the small piece of her G-string’s material, feeling the shape of her pussy through it.
She rubbed at it and Jane felt the pleasure building even further.
She could feel the wetness of her pussy. She wondered if Linda’s was just as wet as hers. Then it occurred to her - there was one way that she could find out for certain.
One of her hands went to one of Linda’s thighs. They broke off their kiss so that they could look at one another as they began their new exploration.
When her fingers reached Linda’s pussy she could feel the dampness, even through her G-string.
The two of them teased each other through the material, exploring one another.
At last, when Jane felt Linda’s fingers push down past the material, touching her pussy with nothing else in the way, she eagerly did the same.
The feeling of Linda’s pussy drove her wild - as did the touch of Linda’s fingers on her own.
They played with one another, rubbing at each other's lips, spreading them, and dipping their fingers just the tiniest bit inside. When Linda pulled her fingers out and licked the wetness off them it only increased the ecstasy she was feeling. Suddenly she felt inspired to do the very same thing. She pulled her fingers out and licked the wetness. The sweet taste of it made her want even more.
Their fingers went back to one another, rubbing at each other's clits. It was always good when Pete did this for her but this was even better. She felt as though Linda had expert knowledge, an innate knowledge, of just where to touch her, how much pressure to apply, and what speed to do it at.
Jane copied her. It was as though they were completely in sync with one another. As they fingered each other they kissed one another, their free hands touching one another wherever they wanted.
Then Linda pulled her fingers away. Jane felt compelled to do the same, waiting to see what was coming next.
Linda pulled her dress up over her body. Jane did the same - it seemed only natural.
Now they were both wearing nothing but their G-strings.
Linda pushed Jane down onto the couch so that she was lying on her back. Jane looked at Linda kneeling over her. Then Linda bent down to kiss her gently on the lips.