Nancy smirked and trailed her hand up to Sasha’s belly, beneath her simple tight-fit t-shirt, then plunged her fingers down between the front of her shorts and the warm skin beneath.
She kept her hand above the soft panties Sasha was wearing, but when she noticed how wet they had become, she felt herself getting moist, too.
“You’re a pushy one,” Sasha said. She opened her mouth to say more, but Nancy found that sweet spot with her fingers and began to rub against Sasha’s clit, hard.
For a moment, everything was silent between the two of them except for their soft, panting breaths and the gentle squeak of the bench as Sasha rocked her hips and ass back and forth on it to meet Nancy’s constantly rubbing hand.
Nancy leaned in close to Sasha’s ear and whispered, “Come for me. I know you want to.”
That was all it took to send the other woman completely over the edge. She arched back against the bench and gasped loudly as she reached her climax and made her panties even wetter than they had been. Nancy removed her fingers, and Sasha gazed at her with a kind of awe and admiration.
“You did it,” she said. “You’re the first tourist who’s ever bothered to see their flirting through to the end.”
“I hope this isn’t the end,” Nancy joked. “You owe me one.”
“I’ll repay you right now,” said Sasha, grabbing Nancy by the hips and pulling her over to sit in her lap. She wedged her knee between Nancy’s legs.
Nancy was close to orgasm already, from a combination of a long dry spell and the sexy display she had just seen.
Although the humping was probably intended as foreplay, she only had to grind a few times on Sasha’s leg before she came, too.
It wasn’t a powerful orgasm, but it was a much needed release, and she rocked back and forth in Sasha’s lap, riding it out until the end.
“Thanks,” she laughed, a little embarrassed by how quickly she had been finished. “I needed that.”
“I could tell,” Sasha said. She reached over next to the bench and picked up the bottle of beer she had placed there when things began to heat up. “I never pegged you as the type to get physical out in the open like this.”
“You just got me so fired up,” Nancy said with a shrug. “But I was going to grab some lunch after this. You don’t happen to have any spare underwear I could borrow, do you? These are a little wet.”
Sasha laughed. “Go commando! The lady who owns the bed and breakfast will love it.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll show off for my lunch. But listen, will you come up the mountain to the lodge tomorrow night? We can fool around a little more—if you’re up for it.”
“I’m always up for it,” Sasha said with a devious grin. “It’s a date.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy had given Sasha her room number beforehand, so she wasn’t too surprised when a sturdy knock came at the door.
She threw it open and in blew Sasha, dressed in tight clothes and looking like she was ready to pounce on Nancy in the doorway.
She managed to get inside, and immediately upon her arrival, the sexual tension in the room swelled out of proportion.
Nancy could tell just by looking at Sasha’s breasts through her thin shirt that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
Her nipples stood at perky attention, and Nancy could tell hers were getting fired up, too, just looking and wondering if the other woman was lacking in underwear as well.
Sasha sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs just a little bit, just enough to be inviting.
Nancy had to look out the glass balcony doors to keep herself from getting wet already. Maxine was lying on a pillow in the corner. She’d seen this kind of thing before. She just gave the women a wide yawn and closed her eyes to go to sleep.
“You gonna look out that door all night, or are you going to come over here and join me?” asked Sasha, leaning back on her palms and smirking when Nancy glanced back at her. “I know there’s a lot of mountain out there to see, but I think you might find the view even nicer in here.”
Nancy couldn’t stop herself from blushing. It had been a while since she’d been with anyone, especially with a woman, and she hardly counted getting off by grinding on Sasha’s leg as a full sexual experience.
She had missed the way women knew how to please her without all the awkward fumbling of a man’s hands, and more than anything, she had missed the smell and taste of a woman’s sex.
She wanted to dive on top of Sasha, tangle her hands in that pretty brown hair and rip off those tight blue jeans, but she knew she had to control herself.
If she moved too quickly, the whole encounter would be over before it even had a chance to begin.
Sasha seemed to realize what Nancy was thinking, and she shrugged her shoulders, making her chest bounce a little. “You’re getting cold feet after inviting me all the way up here?” she asked, with a fake pout.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Nancy admitted.
Sasha grinned. “You could start by taking off that jacket and getting comfortable,” she suggested.
She still sat back on her palms on the edge of the bed, her legs spread slightly, with all of her clothes on.
Nancy didn’t like having to be the one to make the first move, but with a nervous laugh, she did as she was told, and stripped to the tank top she was wearing underneath all her layers of clothing.
“Is that better?” she asked, half-teasing and half-strained from nerves.
Sasha nodded, biting her lower lip in anticipation. “Take the tank off, too,” she whispered in a low voice.
Nancy drew in a deep breath and grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head before she could tell herself not to.
She stood there, then, in her khaki cargo pants and her red lace bra, getting goose bumps more from Sasha’s hungry gaze than from any chill in the air, and again she allowed her eyes to dart to the open sliding glass door and the dark view of the mountains beyond.
“That’s a great start,” said Sasha, allowing her fingers to trail down to her own crotch and begin to push against her slit through her jeans. “I like to have a little show before things get started, don’t you?”
“I’ve never been the subject of the show before,” said Nancy, but watching Sasha play with herself gave her a new sense of encouragement.
The other woman’s enthusiasm and her desire to be so forceful combined to create a new and arousing experience Nancy had never had in a lover before.
She cupped her own breasts through her bra and pushed them together, grinning. “This is a learning process for me,” she said, squeezing her breasts roughly.
Sasha rubbed herself more forcefully. “God, you act like you’ve done this forever,” she said, her face flushing with desire. “Here I thought I had the upper hand in this.”
Nancy pinched her own nipples through the cups of her bra and said, “I just want to be sure you’re ready.”
“I’m so ready,” Sasha whispered. “I’m so wet already.”
Nancy’s stomach was doing flips at the sight of this gorgeous woman rubbing herself because of her own appearance, her own sexy ways.
She had never felt hotter in her life, and she took the few steps over to the edge of the bed and straddled Sasha’s waist, sitting up on the bed on her knees and scooting the other woman back just enough that she could sit in her lap, facing her.
“I think it’s time you take something off, too,” she said in a hushed tone.
Sasha practically ripped her own shirt off, barely taking the time to undo the buttons on her soft cotton button-down before peeling it away from her shoulders and throwing it to the ground beside the bed.
As Nancy had predicted, the other woman wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the shirt. What she had not predicted was Sasha’s eagerness to tear her own bra from her.
Sasha reached behind Nancy and yanked the bra clasp open with much more finesse than any man in her life had ever s
hown, and before she could even protest, the bra had joined Sasha’s shirt somewhere on the bed. Sasha grabbed one of Nancy’s nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it, hard.
“Shit, Sasha!” Nancy cried out, but she loved the rough feeling of teeth and tongue and lips playing with her erect nipple.
Sasha played with the other breast, massaging it with one hand while her other hand cupped Nancy’s ass in her lap.
And once again, Nancy had lost her advantage in the situation. She leaned into the touch and the sucking, gasping slightly at each new sensation.
After taking a moment to regain her composure, she wedged a hand in between the two of them and began to unbutton Sasha’s pants.
“Not yet,” said Sasha, releasing the nipple at last. “I want to want it even more.”
“Damn, you’re kinky,” Nancy laughed.
Sasha moved her hands to the waist of Nancy’s pants instead. “I want to touch you,” she said. “I want to touch you first, before I get naked.”
Nancy wasn’t sure she liked the idea of going first again, but with the way the other woman looked at her with a mixture of longing and pleading and so much desire, how could she say no? She nodded silently instead, and stood up to remove her pants, showing off the red thong that she wore to match her bra.
“Cute,” said Sasha, laughing despite her obvious intense arousal. “You came prepared.”
“So did you,” Nancy said, nodding with a smirk to Sasha’s exposed breasts.
She then turned around and bent over to remove her thong, pushing it down slowly and making sure to wiggle her ass around in front of Sasha as she did so.
When she turned back to face the other woman, she was rubbing herself again through her jeans.
“Get back over here,” Sasha commanded, and Nancy did as she was told once again, straddling the other woman in the same way that she had moments before.
Slowly, carefully, Sasha reached between Nancy’s legs and ran two fingers gently over her slit, feeling her lips and giving a slight rub, just enough to make Nancy squirm in pleasure.
“More,” Nancy whispered, and Sasha grinned, moving her hands to Nancy’s inner thighs and rubbing there, teasing.
“What’s the rush?” she asked, and Nancy groaned in response, trying to buck her hips against the other woman but finding too much resistance from those wandering hands.
Slowly, very slowly, Sasha’s hands made an agonizing journey from Nancy’s inner thighs to her belly, to her crotch, and then finally back to her slit, where the brown-haired woman slid the same two fingers into Nancy gently.
“Oh my god,” Nancy gasped. It had been so long since anything had been inside of her, aside from her own fingers at least, and even though Sasha’s two fingers were petite and nothing like the size of Ben’s erect cock, she could feel the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach from that simple touch.
Sasha sensed the tension in Nancy’s body and removed her fingers. “Take my pants off for me,” she gasped, and Nancy was so aroused that she nearly fell off the bed in her haste to do what the other woman requested.
As she tugged the jeans down from Sasha’s perfect hips, she was pleased to discover that the woman was wearing lacy underwear, and hadn’t gone completely commando for the occasion.
She momentarily considered teasing Sasha by playing around with her panties, but decided she could wait no longer to take this woman, so instead pushed her over onto the bed and climbed back on top of her.
She shoved her fingers into Sasha’s panties and pushed three of them inside of her with no warning. Sasha cried out in surprise.
“I want you to yell,” Nancy murmured as she thrust her fingers in and out of Sasha’s pussy. “I want to make you yell. I want you to like it that much.”
Sasha let out small cries of pleasure with every thrust, her eyes shut tight and her back arching up from the bed.
Nancy gazed at her figure in that arched position, with her bare breasts exposed to the dim hotel room lighting and her athletic stomach muscles working to support her body in the throes of passion.
How Nancy wanted to be right on top of this gorgeous body! She shifted as close as possible, but could not keep up her thrusting without some small distance between the two of them. Reluctantly, she couldn’t be as close as she wanted to be.
When she noticed Sasha’s cries dying down, she shoved her fingers deep inside of the other woman and began to curl and uncurl them, slow and meaningful, putting plenty of pressure in all the right places.
Almost immediately, Sasha cried out again, this time calling, “Nancy!” in a throaty gasp.
With one more stroke of pressure from the inside, she came hard, squirting her juices all over Nancy’s fingers and spasming in rapid succession as she rode out wave after wave of her orgasm.
Nancy obliged those waves by continuing to thrust, albeit more gently, until Sasha was left breathless and panting.
“Your turn,” the other woman said, and although she was still trying to catch her breath, she flipped Nancy over and dove down between her legs, her tongue immediately flicking to the other woman’s clit.
“Oh god,” said Nancy, bucking up immediately against that sensation. “I didn’t think you’d…”
Briefly, Sasha removed her mouth from Nancy’s sex. “I always give my lovers what they deserve. And you deserve a lot after what you just did for me.”
With that, she returned to the other woman’s pussy, flicking her tongue repeatedly against her clit with an expert’s finesse.
“Sasha,” Nancy moaned softly, reaching up to play with her own breasts as Sasha continued to work on her pussy. “Sasha, I’m so close.”
Despite the warning, Sasha did not move away, but instead slipped her tongue inside of Nancy to play around for a moment before returning to her clit.
Her determination paid off in full as, with a few more well-placed licks and nips, Nancy came with a loud yell.
As soon as she did, Sasha removed her mouth and instead fingered the other woman roughly; rubbing harder and harder to be sure she could experience every bit of her orgasm.
When finally Nancy was finished, the two women flopped next to each other on the bed, both out of breath and smiling widely, their hair messed up and tangled together in perfect chaotic harmony.
They laid there together for a long time, until Nancy murmured, “That was great.”
Sasha chuckled. “You were the best I’ve had. And I’m not just saying that.”
“Stay the night?” Nancy asked. “We’ll grab breakfast in the morning down in the lodge restaurant.”
“I’ll stay,” said Sasha, “but no breakfast.”
“No?”
“There’s no way we’ll be finished fooling around in time.”
Sasha grinned, and Nancy gave her a playful smack.
She couldn’t wait to find out if that teasing would come true.
“I think I know why they really cause this stick season,” Nancy said, pulling Sasha toward her to start round two.
“Why’s that?” Sasha asked as she rolled to straddle Nancy’s hips. She ground their cunts together and let go a soft moan.
Nancy cupped Sasha’s ass with her hands and pulled the other woman’s pussy in to hers. “Because,” she said in a breathy whisper, “Once you sample the local flavor, you want to stick around.”
Their laughter quickly turned into moans and eventually quiet snores.
Nancy fell asleep with Sasha in her arms.
This vacation was exactly what she needed.
And she’d definitely be coming back here same time next year.
THE END
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THE
GIRLS
GETAWAY
A Lesbian Romance
By
Cassandra Cole
CHAPTER ONE
Kayla Thompson was sick and tired of l
ife. At 25 years old and still completely unattached, she was beginning to break down from the stresses that her mother constantly put on her.
Sometimes she thought that if she had to suffer through one more phone call or weekly family dinner full of comments about “finding a man” and “making babies,” she was going to fling herself off the nearest bridge and not even think twice about it.
As a matter of fact, it was that thought that made her realize she might need to take a break and get away from it all.
So it was that she found herself, a few days later, stepping off of a plane and onto the sunny soil of the Bahamas. Technically, it was an all-inclusive resort in the Bahamas, but she wasn’t about to nitpick her choice of getaways over a minor thing like that.
She’d found the first affordable deal she could get her hands on and hopped the next flight away from her nagging mother and the feeling that she was never going to be quite what her family wanted her to be.
Now that she was in the Bahamas, it already felt like a world away. She could really get used to being here, she thought, as she climbed into the taxi that was going to take her from the airport to the resort.
She was the kind of woman who really looked like she belonged in a tropical paradise: long blonde hair, big green eyes, and a perennial tan that she got from her late afternoon jogs with her poodle back home.
Dressed in a hip-hugging skirt that fell more freely around her knees and a matching tank top, she really did look the part for her island vacation.
It didn’t take long for her to reach the resort, haul her luggage from her taxi to her room, and immediately head back outside again to soak up some of that healing sunshine.
It was mid-afternoon by the time she reached the massive, shimmering swimming pool in the center of the resort, and she was happy to see that she wasn’t the only one with a margarita on her mind.
With a little hurried skip of excitement, she made her way over to the poolside bar.
“I’ll have a margarita,” she said to the bartender, who nodded with the boredom of a man who had made a thousand of the same drink already that day, and started to work on hers.
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