“Why don’t we go to my place?”
Nat stared down at her. She drew her lips into a pout before speaking. “I don’t suppose you want me to take that thing?” She nodded at the toy. She was more than smart enough to get it.
* * *
“I think it’s only fair I shower first before inviting you into my boudoir.” Isabella needed to wash the day—and Sophie—off her.
“I hope that’s an invitation.” Nat responded by pulling her t-shirt over her head.
A tingle crept up Isabella’s spine. “I can hardly leave you alone with my Scotch collection.” Nat stood in front of her, with only a bra covering her breasts and her hands on her hips. Isabella reached for her, hooked three fingers in the waistband of her jeans and pulled her close. She dragged her nails over Nat’s naked skin while finding her lips. If they didn’t make it to the shower soon she’d be a lost cause. “Come on.”
They left a trail of discarded clothes on their way to the bathroom. Isabella hesitated to take her underwear off. Gym sessions and subsequent locker room encounters aside, she hadn’t taken it all off for someone in a long time.
Lust brimmed in Nat’s eyes as she took the final step towards Isabella. She curled a hand around Isabella’s neck and drew her in for another kiss, while her other hand crept up her back and, with one quick snap of the fingers, undid her bra. Years of practice, Isabella guessed, but abandoned the thought as soon as the back of Nat’s hand flitted along the side of her left breast.
Isabella stepped out of her panties and opened the glass door of the walk-in shower. She turned the tab to steamy hot, eager for some clouds of fog to rise between them now that the differences between a late forty-year-old and an early thirty-year-old body became clear.
The skin that stretched tautly over Nat’s abs glistened as the first drops of water rained down on her and Isabella had to question her motives again. Was this more than a subconscious desire to flirt with youth now she was approaching fifty? Nat didn’t give her time to process. She pressed her against the tiled shower wall, taking control, no doubt because that’s what she always did. Isabella would let her for now, but she had other plans for later.
“I believe someone needs a thorough scrub.” Nat’s words were hot in her ear, her fingers gripping her waist. She reached for the soap while pushing her pelvis into Isabella’s, the crash of skin on skin swirling through Isabella’s bones the way steam was slowly swirling toward the ceiling—moist and lingering.
While rubbing the soap to white foam between her hands, Nat pinned her eyes on Isabella, her crooked grin baring more teeth than usual. Her dark hair clung to her forehead in short wet strands, drops of water streaming down her face. A sight so sexy Isabella was glad she had the support of the wall against her back.
Nat brought her hands to Isabella’s shoulders and started applying the bubbly soap in downward circles. Isabella’s skin turned to gooseflesh under Nat’s prolonged caresses. Her nipples puckered up as Nat’s hands zoned in. The circles reached her breasts and Isabella became acutely aware of not just the wetness surrounding her, but, even more so, the juices drizzling from between her legs.
When Nat’s fingers encircled her nipples, both of them at the same time being stroked to rock hard peaks, a deep throaty moan escaped her. Nat’s breath came quicker as well, short puffs of air floating between them. Their lips, slippery and wet, found each other again and just as Nat bit down on Isabella’s bottom lip she pinched both her nipples between soapy fingers.
“Mmm,” Isabella groaned and spread her legs. Whatever this was—inevitable signs of a midlife crisis, a creative way of helping a friend or the beginning of something beautiful—Isabella was ready for Nat’s fingers inside her.
Nat transported the foam to Isabella’s abdomen, drawing more circles there, before letting her hands dip down slightly—but nowhere near low enough.
“Turn around,” she hissed into Isabella’s ear. “It’s so easy to neglect the back when you’re in the shower.”
Despite an overwhelming desire to grab Nat’s hand and guide it to where she wanted it—inside—Isabella did as she was told. The touch of the tiles on her nipples stiffened them even more, or maybe it was the way Nat scratched her nails along her spine.
“More soap.” Nat squirted more liquid into her hands and Isabella shut her eyes and surrendered to Nat’s will. Her hand’s floated like feathers over Isabella’s back, slithering the soap over her skin in long, fluid motions. The first contact with her behind made Isabella’s pussy throb so violently, so desperately, it made her knees buckle.
Isabella hadn’t allowed herself this kind of desire for years, this kind of all-engulfing, all-encompassing lust that soared through her flesh and crushed her sanity.
Nat’s hands kneaded her butt cheeks in ever-expanding circles. Soon her fingers dived between her legs, always halting just before touching too much. Wetness oozed out of Isabella. She pressed her entire torso against the wall for support, leaving her butt to stick out.
Nat moved the action of her hands to Isabella’s inner thighs, stroking them again and again with the fingers of one hand while the other rested on Isabella’s left cheek, nails digging deep, her thumb pointing to Isabella’s moistening pussy.
Then, at last, Nat’s fingers inched closer.
“Aah,” Isabella cried out, just because of the long-awaited connection of fingers on lips. They tickled the length of her pussy.
“I think your back is clean now.” Nat hunched over her and slid the tip of her finger inside briefly. “Turn around.”
Isabella stood panting against the wall. She took a deep breath before spinning her body around to face Nat. The look in Nat’s eyes had shifted from lustful to determined. This is what she does, Isabella concluded. This is her comfort zone. She had every intention of crashing through the walls around it later, but first, her own pleasure needed tending to.
Nat kissed her full on the mouth with soaking wet lips. Their bodies slicked against each other, lubricated by soap and water. Isabella spread her legs wide. Nat started circling again, around Isabella’s clit this time. It swelled and pulsed and Isabella dug her hands into Nat’s hair, threading a few strands around her fingers, and held on for dear life.
A fire started in her belly as Nat entered. Isabella had no idea how many fingers Nat was pushing inside of her. She was only aware of the pleasure sparking through her flesh and the way the fingers drew groan after groan from her throat.
Something came alive inside of Isabella, exactly in the spot where Nat kept touching her. It tingled its way through her blood, up her spine, all across the planes of her skin. As if Nat’s fingers knocked on a long closed door, awakening a slumbering joy inside of her.
Then she knew it had nothing to do with her age or her will to free Nat from that crushing weight on her shoulders. This was emotion connecting with physicality, feelings colliding with hot, sweaty flesh. This was why this time, as opposed to this afternoon with Sophie, the stars came crashing down more with each of Nat’s thrusts.
Nat flicked the thumb of her other hand over Isabella’s clit while she kept digging her fingers inside. Isabella grabbed Nat’s head with two hands and held it in position in front of her face, panting and moaning. She wanted to see Nat’s eyes when it happened, needed to be as close to her as possible.
The expression on Nat’s face was deadly serious—as if this was a matter of life and death for her. Water spilled down from above, raining on their skin, intensifying everything. Nat quickened the pace of both her thumb on Isabella’s clit and her fingers inside of her. She bored her blue eyes, lashes dripping, into Isabella’s.
Isabella dragged her thumb over Nat’s lips, hard, before allowing herself to tip over the edge. It spread from her cunt to her fingertips and toes in jerky waves, slapping her senseless in the process. It beat through her blood to the rhythm of Nat’s fingers, insistent and confident. Warmth gathered in her belly and exploded before collapsing all over her.
To come on Nat’s fingers was not just physical pleasure, it really was the beginning of so much more. She didn’t need to be a psychiatrist to figure that one out.
NAT
Nat slowly slid her fingers out as Isabella peered at her through half-lidded eyes. Her long brown hair clung to her forehead and her lipstick had come off, but she’d never looked more beautiful. Nat searched her brain for something meaningful to say—something to mark the moment with—but her mind seemed to have turned into a blank space. Instead, she smiled sheepishly, an almost shy grin making its way across her face, and was floored by the intensity in Isabella’s gaze. Her brown eyes shone with tenderness as she stood gasping for air against the tiled shower wall.
“What a waste of water,” Isabella muttered. “I was already soaking wet.”
Nat’s grin transformed into a loud giggle and she flung herself at Isabella, covering her naked, dripping limbs with her body.
Isabella reached for the tab and turned off the water. The sudden silence, deafening and a bit too confrontational for Nat’s taste, shocked her into recognising the significance of the moment. Nat had delivered countless climaxes after Claire had left, with her fingers, or her strap-on—and most likely also with whatever importance her bed partners attached to her name—but never with this kind of affection. Not after Claire.
Her first instinct was to towel off and bolt out of there, but she stayed. Her instincts had betrayed her too much of late, like when she’d been convinced she had to set Isabella up with Sophie. And again, when after their first blind date Isabella had been reluctant to see Sophie again. Nat realised she’d conveniently mistaken fear for instinct. In front of her, joy painted across her face, promise dancing in her eyes, stood the woman who’d made her see.
“Your turn.” Isabella freed herself from Nat’s hug and opened the shower door. She held out a towel for Nat as she waited for her to follow. Mischief burned in her glance, her usual reserve replaced by something Nat couldn’t put her finger on.
Isabella rubbed Nat dry, avoiding her breasts and behind—as if they hadn’t just done what they’d just did. This was still their first time after all. Nat returned the favour and soaked up the water dripping from Isabella’s hair with a soft white towel.
Their eyes met and a bubble of tenderness seemed to explode in Nat’s belly. To think that, if they hadn’t run into each other in the lobby with their respective mismatched dates, Nat could be lying in bed with Cindy right now, eyes wide open while she waited for the girl to fall asleep, the usual mixture of instant remorse and addictive satisfaction clouding her brain. Instead, here she stood, eye to eye with Isabella, the one woman who’d had the courage to call her out on her destructive behaviour. Nat suddenly felt quite vulnerable.
“Come on.” Isabella grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Like in the living room, two walls consisted solely of floor-length windows, revealing a sprawling view over the city.
“How much do you charge per hour?” Nat had found her voice again. “This place must have cost a fortune.” With a towel wrapped around her she looked down on the glowing lights beneath them.
“A parting gift from my ex-husband.” Isabella approached her from behind and put her hands on Nat’s neck. “He’s a generous man.” She rubbed her thumbs into Nat’s muscles—the ones that were always tense from hours of hunching over her laptop in a bad position. Her body reacted instantly, her clit and nipples reaching skyward.
Nat let the towel slip off her and spun around. Isabella hadn’t bothered to cover her body and tiny droplets of water glittered on her skin in the dim glow of a floor lamp.
“I take it my boudoir has left you suitably impressed.” Isabella’s voice was a mere whisper. “Judging by how swiftly you just disrobed.”
“It’s more the owner.” Nat brushed a lingering drop off of Isabella’s cheek bone. “And perhaps her shower habits.” Nat planted the softest of kisses on Isabella’s nose before letting her lips travel to her open mouth.
Isabella started walking backwards to the bed, dragging Nat with her and, soon, on top of her. They shuffled upwards until completely supported by the mattress. Their breasts touched, then their nipples, and Nat felt a hot glow spread through her. Isabella’s red-painted fingernails stood in stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Nat wished she could read her mind. She wanted to know if Isabella had dreamt of this moment, at night, when she lay alone in bed, but she was rendered mute once more. If only she knew, Nat thought, what power she holds over me.
And then, without seeing it coming, Nat was on her back. Isabella had flipped her over and stared down into her eyes, her lips drawn into a sly smirk.
“I let you have your way with me in the shower.” Wet strands of Isabella’s hair fell to Nat’s breasts. “Quid pro quo time, once again.”
Nat responded by pulling Isabella close and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. In bed, she usually wasn’t the one lying on her back, but with Isabella everything was different.
Isabella dug her knee between Nat’s legs and the contact made her breath hitch in her throat. She’d happily take whatever Isabella had to offer.
Isabella pushed herself up, releasing the pressure from her knee, and smiled down at Nat. She bent her elbows and lowered herself until her nipples grazed Nat’s skin. Slowly, she traced a path across Nat’s belly, the hard buds leaving gooseflesh in their wake. And up she came again, brushing her nipples against Nat’s before manoeuvring upwards and skating one along Nat’s lips and offering it to her eager mouth. Nat sucked it in and let her tongue dance over it while her hands buried themselves into Isabella’s moist hair.
Isabella pulled her nipple out of Nat’s mouth and replaced it with the other one as her knee found its way to Nat’s pussy again. Nat let one hand slide down and cupped Isabella’s breast, kneading it softly before pinching her nipple between two fingers. She couldn’t wait to see her face surrender to joy again, to feel her body tremble on her fingers and her knees go weak with delight.
Pulling free from Nat’s mouth and hand, Isabella let her breasts travel down again, halting at Nat’s nipples and meandering across her abdomen. She bent down a little lower and guided one nipple along the length of Nat’s pussy. The sensation was enough for Nat’s lips to pucker up and release more moist heat.
The first connection of her clit with Isabella’s nipple made all the muscles in her body contract wildly. Nat looked down and saw how Isabella curled her fingers around her breast to target the contact of her rock hard nipple more precisely. She deemed herself the centre of the the most erotic dream of her life.
Isabella’s nipple picked up moisture between Nat’s pussy lips—another heavenly sensation—and made its way back to Nat’s clit, circling it relentlessly.
“Jesus.” Nat heard herself cry out.
Isabella looked up, her breast still caught in her hand, her tongue licking her lips. She shifted her weight forward until their mouths met. Nat’s pussy tingled and got wetter by the second. Isabella broke the lip-lock and scanned Nat’s face, her full lips curling up at the sides. She removed herself from the embrace and flung her body sideways, her head dipping below the edge of the bed. Nat heard rummaging sounds. Within a few seconds, Isabella was back, cradling something in her hand that made Nat’s mouth water and her clit pulse with anticipation.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Nat reached for the dildo and harness, but Isabella pulled it away while shaking her head.
“I’ll be doing the honours tonight.”
Nat arched her eyebrows, but soon recovered from the surprise. In light of the day’s events, it made sense, despite the fact that, since Claire, Nat was always—always—the one to strap it on.
Isabella had turned the tables on her during their unexpected conversations and now she was about to do it again.
“As long as you’re okay with that.” Isabella’s voice was soft, but her tone insistent. Nat wouldn’t dream of saying no. She knew she needed to do it. The tim
e had come to completely surrender to someone once again, no matter the consequences.
“Even in the bedroom you’re a shrink. Don’t you ever relax?” Nat shot Isabella a wide grin. She was giddy with excitement and a new sense of freedom, as if the mere thought of letting Isabella fuck her was an act of liberation from the demons that had long haunted her.
“How easily youngsters forget.” She shook her head and a few drops of water crashed down onto Nat’s chest. “Remember the shower?” Isabella proceeded to lick the drops of Nat’s chest, her tongue swirling close to Nat’s nipples but not touching them.
“I’ll be curious to see your strapping-on speed,” Nat whispered in her ear. “I can do it in less than five seconds.”
“Why don’t you give me hand then, Miss Expert.”
Nat noticed a slight crack in Isabella’s confidence. She curled her fingers around her neck and pulled her close. “Anything for you, Doc.”
Nat helped Isabella secure the greenish-blue dildo in the harness and pull the straps tight around her thighs. The sight of her neighbour sitting naked in front of her with a sizeable sex toy strapped to her pelvis, made her giggle and shudder with delight at the same time.
Isabella lay down next to her, the silicone poking against Nat’s thigh. She let her fingers roam across the skin of Nat’s breasts and belly, lazily making her way down. Light as a feather, she grazed the tip of her finger over Nat’s pussy lips, which pulsed with anticipation. Where her nipple had drawn circles earlier—a memory etched in Nat’s memory for life—she now traced her finger around Nat’s clit.
Pushing herself up for better access, the dildo resting half in between Nat’s legs and half on her upper thigh, Isabella positioned herself so the fingers of her right hand could wander freely while her face hovered close to Nat’s. Nat’s flesh burned with excitement, her pussy leaking juices onto the sheets.
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