She was only barely aware of it when Abigail shifted out from underneath her, stroking her back and her side sweetly.
She’s so sweet, Harley thought drowsily. Her body was suffused with a warm glow and she rolled on her back to look up at her lover . . .
. . . who was glaring down at her and holding up a familiar dark pencil.
“I don’t mind the lipstick,” the naked woman said. “Don’t care, never used it. But this . . . this was my favorite.”
Harley started to say something in her own defense, but then Abigail’s quick hand was tangled in her short hair, pulling her up to her knees.
“I think you’re going to start making this up to me right now,” Abigail said.
She spread her legs slightly and drew Harley’s face forward. Harley could glimpse the traces of red lipstick on the lips of Abigail’s cunt and, for a moment, she thought of roles and the way they could shift at a moment’s notice.
Then Abigail’s sweet cunt was pressed against her lips and she wanted to do nothing more than bring Abigail the same pleasure that she had just enjoyed.
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CORE PLEASURE
Elizabeth Coldwell
It wouldn’t have happened if her oldest friend, Sophia, hadn’t walked into the bistro that lunchtime wearing the tightest of hot-pink bodycon dresses. The last time she’d seen Sophia, three months previously, the woman had been complaining about all the weight she’d gained over Christmas, and how it was proving impossible to shift. Now, she had a figure to die for. Any woman would have wanted to know her secret, and Mimi was no exception.
“Pilates, darling.” Sophia’s tone was conspiratorial as she sipped at her glass of bone-dry Sancerre. “Everybody’s doing it. Gives you an arse you could bounce a pound coin off, and it tones up your pelvic floor at the same time. George is delighted. He says I’m tighter than I was when we married. Though that’s no surprise. I’d already had half of the other officers in his mess by that point . . .”
Mimi wasn’t sure her pelvic floor needed any help. But she could do with taking some exercise. Far too many late nights hunched at her computer, struggling to meet her latest deadline, had left her feeling stiff and lethargic and a good six pounds heavier than she’d been this time last year. And it wasn’t as though she was getting any kind of workout between the sheets to compensate, not since she’d split up from her last girlfriend. Maybe Sophia was right: maybe a few Pilates sessions were the answer.
Sophia was easily persuaded to pass on the details of her instructor, who worked out of an exercise studio in Fulham. More importantly, her website stated she offered one-to-one tuition and home visits, ideal for someone as gym-phobic as Mimi.
The following Tuesday morning, Lia Anderson arrived at Mimi’s house. The head shot on her site really didn’t do her any justice, Mimi thought, ushering the instructor into her flat. She was a perfect advert for her own services, her body lithe and honed to perfection in her tight Lycra cycling shorts. Toss into the equation honey-blonde curls pulled in a high ponytail and long-lashed green eyes, and Mimi was struck with a powerful dose of lust at first sight. Suddenly, the seam of the yoga pants she’d dredged out from the back of the closet, the souvenir of some previous short-lived attempt to get fit, chafed teasingly between her pussy lips, and her nipples tightened into knots beneath her baggy T-shirt.
“Have you ever done Pilates before?” Lia asked, unrolling and spreading out a thick black mat on Mimi’s living room floor. When Mimi shook her head, Lia treated her to a dazzling smile. “Don’t worry, it’s not difficult. You have to follow the movements closely, admittedly, but I’ll be here to check your posture and make sure you’re breathing correctly. You see, it’s all about strengthening the core muscles in your abdomen and back, and that’ll ultimately help your body move freely . . .”
The instructor continued in the same vein, extolling the virtues of her exercise regime, but Mimi barely listened to a word she said, her concentration solely on Lia’s plush lips. When finally requested to take up a prone position on the mat, Mimi did so in an erotic daze, lost in a reverie of how it might feel to have Lia’s long, toned thighs wrapped around the back of her leg as she licked and lapped at the girl’s cunt. Lia would be waxed almost completely bare there, Mimi was certain, to prevent droplets of sweat lingering in her pubic curls after an extensive workout, but even so she’d taste of hard physical exercise and pure, salt-sweet woman. It was all Mimi could do to prevent a lustful groan escaping as she lowered herself to the mat.
Whatever Mimi had expected from a Pilates session, it wasn’t the precise, controlled movements that barely caused her to break a sweat but worked effectively on muscles she’d never even known she possessed. Chest lifts, side kicks, slow curl-ups: Lia guided her through each set of repetitions in turn, placing a hand on Mimi’s stomach to check that her abdominal muscles were correctly braced, or guiding her leg just a little more to the vertical as Mimi rotated her ankle in tight circles. Her body ached by the time their hour together was up, but still she could have taken more of Lia’s expert guidance – or, more accurately, the feel of their bodies so closely twined together.
When she finally raised herself up into a sitting position, having completed the last of the stretches that comprised the cool-down portion of her workout, Mimi was embarrassed to discover her juices had soaked through the crotch of her yoga pants. Hoping Lia hadn’t noticed the dark stain and realized how turned on she was, she went to hunt in her purse, finding the fee for the session.
“So, you enjoyed that, then?” Lia’s tone was enigmatic, and a flush rose to Mimi’s cheeks. Please don’t let her mean what I suspect she means, she thought. She took a deep breath before replying, “More than I ever thought I would. I’ve tried so many different forms of exercise – step classes, spinning, yoga, aquarobics, you name it – and I always get bored of them very quickly, or else I find myself alongside people who are so good at it they intimidate me. But this is something I definitely think I could do on a regular basis.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I can fit you in for another lesson on Thursday, if that’s convenient.”
For you, I’d drop anything, Mimi wanted to reply. Aloud, she said, “That would be perfect. I’ll see you then.”
The moment Lia left the flat, Mimi rushed to her bedroom to give herself the relief she’d been craving since the Pilates instructor first guided her down to the mat. Stripping off her workout clothes, she didn’t even bother to stow them in the laundry basket as she usually would, but instead let them fall where they lay. Pleasure took priority over everything else. She reached in the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out her favorite vibrator: six inches of chunky black silicon with a curved end designed to stimulate her G-spot. So wet she needed nothing extra in the way of lubrication, Mimi guided the toy inside herself, pushing it up between velvet walls that parted easily to accommodate it. As she writhed against the bedcovers, the powerful vibrations sending her very quickly into the embrace of orgasm, she thought again of Lia, and how much she wanted to be alone and naked with the gorgeous instructor.
That, she told herself as she came down from the peak of bliss, was simple fantasy. Lia was going to help her get fit and toned, just as she had Sophia. Anything else had to remain strictly between Mimi and her vibrator.
Even so, Mimi found herself counting the minutes till her next Pilates lesson rolled round. When Sophia rang her to enquire how she’d found Lia as a teacher, she admitted the workout had been harder than she’d expected, but she’d really enjoyed it.
“What did I tell you?” Sophia said. “No pain, no gain. And Lia’s simply gorgeous, isn’t she?”
“If you say so,” Mimi replied, wondering whether Sophia was just being her usual over-the-top self, or had embarked on a fishing expedition to discover whether she found her instructor attractive. In Sophia’s view, Mimi had been single too long. But Lia had given no indication tha
t she was into girls, and Mimi didn’t want to do anything that might leave her looking for a new instructor, just as she’d found a form of exercise she finally thought she could stick to.
“Well, enjoy, sweetie!” Sophia blew Mimi a kiss down the line and ended the call.
One thing Mimi knew she needed to do before her next lesson was find something more flattering to wear than the oversized T-shirt she’d chosen before. Browsing in her lunch hour, she found a scoop-necked, sleeveless pink sports top, pretty yet practical. Why does it matter what you look like? a small voice in the back of her mind asked as she dressed in anticipation of Lia’s arrival, but she ignored it.
This time, as Lia guided her through the workouts, the movements came a little more easily, and she was able to increase her repetitions – only a couple of extra curls here, another three or four rotations of the ankle, but fitness regimes are built on these little triumphs. Even so, she couldn’t help but be aware of Lia’s body so close to her own, feel the excitement building as she bent and stretched.
On Lia’s command, Mimi moved into the plank position, head raised, arms at full extension.
“Steady, Mimi,” Lia murmured. “You don’t want to put too much strain on your neck.” She placed her palm against Mimi’s belly, dangerously close to the mound of her pussy. “Now, you should be able to feel your core muscles really working to help you hold this position . . .”
I can feel something, Mimi thought. Just as in her previous session with Lia, she could feel wetness soaking her panties, her pussy gently blossoming in anticipation of being touched and filled. Her senses were on fire, stimulated by Lia’s musky, intoxicating scent. If only you’d move your fingers just an inch or two lower . . .
It took her a moment to realize she’d spoken the words out loud. As though a spell had been broken, Mimi started to scramble into a standing position.
“I’m so sorry, Lia,” she mumbled. “I really shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re a professional woman, and I’ll understand if you don’t want me as a client any longer.”
To her surprise, when she managed to meet Lia’s gaze, the instructor didn’t appear in the least offended.
“Oh, I want you, Mimi,” she replied. “Every bit as much as you clearly want me.”
With that, Lia pulled Mimi into an embrace.
Not certain whether this was just the product of her overheated fantasies, Mimi held stiff for a moment. But when Lia’s mouth pressed against hers, warm and soft, Mimi knew she wasn’t dreaming. Lia’s tongue trailed over the divide of her lips, seeking to slip between them. Mimi made no attempt to resist. Never had she been kissed so comprehensively. Lia delighted in the feel and taste of Mimi’s mouth, while her hands roamed over the curves of Mimi’s breasts and hips.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom?” Mimi suggested. “I have toys, lube, chocolates, all the good stuff.”
“Do you have love beads?” Lia asked. When Mimi shook her head, her response was a swift, “Stay there, you’re in for a treat.”
Mimi watched as Lia trotted across the room, still not quite able to believe this was happening. From the depths of her bag, Lia produced what looked like an ordinary wash bag, but instead of containing the usual toiletries, when she unzipped it, the first thing that came to hand was a string of pink jelly beads, tapering from thin at both ends to thick in the middle.
“Do you always carry those around?” Mimi asked.
Lia grinned enigmatically. “Just call it a fortunate coincidence. Now, show me where the bedroom is.”
Happy to follow that instruction, Mimi took Lia’s hand and led her into the bedroom. They fell on the bed together, kissing, caressing, each working to remove the other’s clothing. Stripped of her sports bra, Lia had pert, teacup tits, topped with hard cherry nipples. Mimi longed to kiss those sweet buds, but Lia had other ideas. Urging Mimi onto her back, legs splayed wide, she took the string of beads and inserted them into Mimi’s sopping cunt.
“See the benefit of a slow, controlled movement?” Lia mimicked the words she used to describe her exercises as, one by one, the beads slipped into Mimi’s welcoming depths. “And with the strong muscle tone Pilates gives you, just think how tightly you’ll be able to grip these . . .”
She wasn’t doing too badly in that respect already, Mimi thought, flexing her Kegel muscles and feeling her pussy caress the beads, registering their various shapes as they worked their way inside her. Once they were in as far as they would go, Lia settled between Mimi’s legs, snaked out her tongue and ran it across her lover’s slick nether lips. Mimi moaned, tangling her hands in Lia’s hair. No lover’s fingers could ever fill her in quite the way these wicked beads did, and she loved the sensation. Combined with the fast, fierce rhythm of Lia’s licks, it helped her orgasm build at a rapid pace.
But Lia, it seemed, wasn’t intending to let her come any time soon. She pulled back, and smiled on hearing Mimi’s frustrated whimper. Playing the strict disciplinarian might help when you were a fitness instructor, making sure your clients did the necessary number of repetitions and didn’t slack on their exercise routine, but it seemed Lia enjoyed taking that role in the bedroom, too.
“Beg me for it,” she ordered.
“Oh please, Lia,” Mimi replied without hesitation. “Let me come. I have to come. You don’t know how badly I need to.”
“Oh, I think I do.” Lia grinned, looking down on Mimi for so long she became convinced she might never be allowed to reach orgasm. Then her lover relented, returning to her soft, sensual lapping of Mimi’s clit. As she began to work the beads in and out of Mimi’s hole with fast, deliberate strokes, it all became too much. Mimi felt her pussy convulse around the tormenting toy, and she closed her eyes and let pleasure consume her.
When she opened her eyes again, it was to see Lia tenderly brushing the tousled strands of hair away from her face.
“Nice?” Lia asked.
All Mimi could do was nod, wiped out by the force of her orgasm. She’d been put through a few hard workouts in her time, but nothing that had ever left her feeling so drained – or quite so satisfied.
“Well, why don’t I get you a glass of water, and then I’ll show you just how much fun you can have using the beads on me.”
It wasn’t the kind of instruction she’d expected to be given when she’d taken Lia on as her tutor, but as Mimi watched her lover head for the kitchen, cute bare arse flexing as she walked, she knew that, whether on the Pilates mat or in the bedroom, her exercise sessions could only become more enjoyable from this point on.
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GAUGE
Sommer Marsden
The room was purple-gray, which meant that sunrise was still a good half-hour away. Heather listened to Bobbi breathing. She couldn’t gauge whether or not her partner was awake.
Her breathing was slow and even, but somehow Heather just felt that Bobbi was awake. She couldn’t explain why.
She slid a little closer under the crush of quilts, pressing the front of her thigh to the back of Bobbi’s. Warm skin kissed warm skin and she sighed, liking the feel of their flesh pressed together. She’d woken, worrying about the holidays and money and her job, and the contact soothed her.
Problem was, they’d argued the night before and Heather knew she’d been an ass – she remembered that extra glass of wine and her temper flaring – and now she was almost afraid to touch her lover.
But she did it anyway. She slung her arm around Bobbi’s prone form – hoping it seemed casual as she did it in case Bobbi was awake – and let her fingers drape the smooth hot skin just below her breast.
She wanted to cup her breast, work the nipple by pinching it until it grew taut, but for now she simply let her hand hang there and paid attention to Bobbi’s breath.
It was still long and slow and even. But there was something – something – she couldn’t quite nail that said her girl was actually lying
there in the bruised morning light with her eyes open. Not asleep at all. Waiting.
She tried to gauge the energy in the room and then wondered wildly – thanks to bad dreams and sleep deprivation – if Bobbi was trying to gauge her right back.
So she wiggled her fingers just a little, working them up on the smooth flesh, finding the swell of the underside of a breast. Heather pressed herself more firmly to the back of Bobbi, feeling the heat each of them carried start to blend and meld. She let out a sigh as a hearty rush of lust filled her and her pussy went wet and moist with anticipation. It was like hunting – would Bobbi wake up, or was she awake and, if she did or if she was, would she be receptive to the fucking? Would she part her pretty thighs for her baby and let herself be taken?
Or was she still mad?
Heather wiggled her fingers, holding her breath to try to hear Bobbi. When bright spots danced in her vision, she blew out her air and sucked in a great breath. It was then that she felt Bobbi’s side shimmy. She was laughing.
“You’re awake,” Heather said, moving a bit closer. She kissed the back of Bobbi’s sweet neck.
“I am.”
“Sorry, I was sort of an asshole last night.”
“You were an asshole last night. Not sort of. And you know it.”
Heather sighed, nudging her knee more closely along the back of that sweet curve of thigh. “I was. Sorry.”
“’S OK.”
“Not really.”
Now she let her hand cup that perfect breast. Through the thin T-shirt material, she plucked the nipple gently. Knowing that with every tug, the tickle and echo of pleasure would work in Bobbi’s cunt. She knew because Bobbi had more than once tried to explain the sensation. She felt she’d failed but Heather thought of it every time she pinched those pink nipples. The phantom sensation of a tug in Bobbi’s womb.
“No, not really.” Bobbi laughed, covering her hand. She pushed her fingers against Heather’s finger and snuggled her ass back against Heather.
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