Chapter 20 #4
Alisa felt her cheeks flush pink again and slowly pulled the curtain aside, just a little, and Tora immediately slipped inside, already dressed in that beautiful blue set, only missing the stockings, standing in the small shoes provided for fittings, which Alisa had never used before and still found a little strange.
Tora looked at her with a hungry gaze, placed her hands on Alisa’s waist, and gently turned her around.
“You’re beautiful…” she murmured, licking her lips and biting the corner of her mouth, and Alisa stared back at her, taking in just how stunning she looked in that color.
“And you… you’re hot…” Alisa whispered, biting her lip as well, reaching up to kiss her, her hands resting softly on Tora’s shoulders.
“Do we take them? These sets?”
They kissed again, and then nodded, silently agreeing, the lingerie was too perfect to leave behind.
After buying the sets, they headed back to Tora’s room.
And somewhere beneath the warmth of the moment, there was that quiet, heavy thought: tomorrow they both had to fly back to their countries…
and that frightened Alisa, because it meant parting again for an unknown amount of time, and if they saw each other next, it would only be at the Olympics.
But Alisa held onto hope, she wanted to be there, she needed to be there… And most of all, she wanted to see Tora again. Especially to see Tora again at the Olympics itself and see her pair program… And to see Tora take the gold!
I wonder what they are preparing for the Olympics with Loke?
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After a quiet taxi ride to the hotel, they retreated straight to Tora’s room, the air between them already thick electric tension.
Once they had changed into their underwear, the world outside seemed to fade away.
Tora lay back against the plush pillows, while Alisa settled herself intimately astride Tora’s hips, their bodies forming a seamless connection.
Alisa’s hands wandered down to Tora’s thighs, her fingers tracing the smooth skin and playfully tugging at the delicate lace straps of her garter belt.
Tora watched her with a smoldering gaze, her hands mirroring Alisa’s movements.
Slowly Tora’s touch drifted higher, her fingertips grazing Alisa’s breasts, teasing her nipples through the transparent fabric of her bra.
The sensation sent a fresh wave of heat through Alisa, making her blush deepen.
They lingered in that moment of silent adoration for a few minutes, simply drinking in the sight of one another. Alisa knew they couldn’t waste a single second; she wanted to spend their final evening together as passionately and productively as possible.
Swallowing hard, Alisa let her fingers dance playfully over Tora’s stomach before hooking them into the elastic waistband of Tora’s panties.
“Can’t wait to take them off? I just put them on!” Tora giggled.
“Yes… I can’t wait…” Alisa whispered. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her gaze dropping as she dragged a single index finger teasingly over Tora’s clit, pressing through the thin fabric of her panties.
Tora let out a low, approving “Hmm…” as she licked her lips, her eyes darkening. Her hands moved from Alisa’s waist to her hips, holding her there with a grounding pressure, silently encouraging the delicious torture to continue.
Alisa’s fingers played with Tora’s clitoris, dancing in a maddening rhythm of pressure and release.
She massaged the small, sensitive nub with a devious smile, watching as Tora’s panties darkened, the fabric becoming soaked with her arousal.
With a swift motion, Alisa pushed the lace aside and slid two fingers deep inside her.
Tora arched her back instantly, a breathless cry escaping her, but then she stopped Alisa by pulling her to her face for a light kiss.
“Wait… I want us to… to come altogether.”
“Together?” Alisa echoed, her voice dazed.
“Yes,” Tora murmured. “Turn around, babe, and sit on my face. I want to give you everything while you do the same for me.”
“Is this… like a sixty nine pose?” Alisa asked, her cheeks flushing pink.
“Yeah,” Tora replied, licking her dry lips, preparing herself for Alisa’s pussy devouring. “That’s the one.”
Alisa licked her lips too, which felt strangely dry despite the heat of the room, and turned around, reluctantly pulling her fingers from Tora’s warmth.
Tora didn’t miss a beat. With an enthusiastic grin, she reached up and gripped Alisa’s hips. She practically parked Alisa directly over her face, her fingers expertly pushing the soaked fabric of Alisa’s panties aside to clear the way.
“So pretty…” Tora whispered and immediately went to work, her tongue sweeping in wide, hungry circular motions over Alisa’s clit. The sensation was so intense that Alisa let out a long, ragged moan, her back arching instinctively as she tried to press herself even harder into Tora’s mouth.
Seeking to match Tora’s fervor, Alisa leaned forward, draping her upper body over Tora so that her face was buried deep between Tora’s legs.
She pushed Tora’s drenched panties out of the way and plunged her tongue into Tora’s clit too, her movements just as greedy and desperate as the woman beneath her.
They were a frantic, beautiful mess of tangled limbs and wet, rhythmic sounds, both women chasing the same explosive peak.
They worked in a feverish, synchronized rhythm, a frantic dance of tongue and teeth.
Alisa struggled to find her footing, her entire body feeling as though it were composed of liquid fire.
The sensation reached a breaking point when Tora reached up, her fingers sliding deep inside Alisa to provide a steady, pulsing friction.
At the same time, Tora’s thumb began to rhythmically tug at Alisa’s clitoris, alternating the heavy pressure of her fingers with the wet, swirling heat of her tongue.
It was too much. The sensory overload drove Alisa to the brink of madness.
She fought to keep up, her tongue never leaving Tora’s clitoris, but her fingers worked with a desperate, frantic energy, driving into Tora to match the intensity.
It was pure, unadulterated heaven. The tension built until it snapped, sending them both spiraling into a simultaneous, explosive climax.
Loud, uninhibited moans tore from their throats as they rode the waves of pleasure together.
She collapsed against Tora, clinging to her as if she could merge their very souls. They met in a deep kiss, the taste of each other on their lips making the moment feel incredibly sexy. But as the euphoria began to settle, a familiar ache of melancholy crept in.
“I don’t want to leave you again for a long time…” Alisa whispered against Tora’s lips, her voice trembling with sadness.
Tora pulled her closer, her arms a protective cocoon. “Me too… but you’ll see me soon enough,” she murmured, trying to soothe the ache. “The Olympics are just around the corner…”
Alisa let out a long, shaky breath, resting her forehead against Tora’s. “Yes… the Olympics are just around the corner…” she repeated, clinging to the promise of their next reunion.