Tease Me

by Sarah Sanders

  She stepped into Joy’s space, wrapped her arms around Joy’s waist and let their breasts touch each other. “Are you having fun?” she asked with a playful nip on Joy’s neck.

  Joy pulled her close, pressing their bodies together. “You’re killing me,” she practically growled.

  Taylor ground her hips into Joy’s, “Really?” she teased, “But I’d much rather have you very much alive,” she placed a small kiss on Joy’s lips.

  Joy’s hand found its way under Taylor’s aqua blue, layered, mini skirt, running her fingers along her inner thigh moving upwards…

  “I need to pee,” Taylor said, drawing Joy’s hand out before it could reach its goal. “But I’ll let you wash me after,” she winked.

  Taylor had just discovered bidet jet sprays. Meant to use for washing oneself, they shot out a stream of strong, directed jets of water. Taylor loved to clean herself, finish flushing and then have Joy come in to “wash” her. She directed the spray of water on her clit while Joy “washed” her rather thoroughly. It was an incredibly sensual and sensuous experience that often spilled into a hot and heavy make out session or into full-fledged fucking that led to the most powerful orgasms.

  Joy was splashing water on her face, trying hard to get control on herself when she heard Taylor call out, “Come on in, Joy,” soon after she’d heard the flush.

  Joy slipped into the rather large booth, locked it and knelt down in front of Taylor…who was sitting with her legs splayed wide. Joy reached for Taylor’s cunt as Taylor hit the jet spray on her clit.

  Joy kneaded Taylor’s cunt with a moan. She then rubbed it before sliding her fingers between the lips and stroking Taylor from her opening, through her vulva and to her clit.

  Joy pinched Taylor’s clit gently and then let her finger move in quick strokes right on the tip. Taylor hummed.

  Joy slid a finger into Taylor, moving it in and out slowly. Taylor groaned and Joy increased her speed.

  Abruptly, Taylor put away the jet spray into its holder and gently pulled out Joy’s hand. “Don’t you think I’m clean enough?” Taylor’s voice was husky, her eyes heavy, but her tone was teasing.

  “Tay…” Joy’s head fell forward in frustration.

  “Awwww Joy-Toy…you want to fuck me,” Taylor voice was soft as she made the observation teasingly…very, very close to Joy’s ear. “C’mon…dry me now and then I’ll let you lick me,” she handed Joy a wad of tissue.

  Joy dried Taylor, got rid of the tissue and pressed her palm into Taylor’s cunt. Taylor stood up, brought down the lid of the seat, making it a veritable chair and sat Joy down on it.

  She spread Joy’s legs wide and led Joy’s hands under her skirt, hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panty, inviting her to remove it.

  Joy pulled Taylor’s panty down. Taylor slipped off the elastic holding her open criss-cross sandal to her foot, raised one leg and placed her bare foot on Joy’s thigh. “Do you know why I mostly wear short skirts when we are together?” she asked a seeming non-sequitur.

  “Because you rock them.”

  “Not even close…,” Taylor said, lifting up her skirt with one hand and pulling Joy in towards her pussy with the other hand behind her head, “…it is so that you to have easy access to me.”

  Joy cupped Taylor’s ass as her mouth found Taylor’s clit. She kissed it before sucking it. She drew circles around it with her tongue and then sucked it some more. Taylor moaned and a stream of sexy sounds followed. She was seeing stars. It was impossible to hold on to her mission of mischief when her body was on fire, every nerve ending jingling in the tune that Joy had her moving in.

  Joy stroked the delicious length inside Taylor’s lower lips with warm, sensuous strokes of her tongue before moving a little lower. She ran her tongue in circles around Taylor’s opening letting just the tip of her tongue edge inside. Taylor closed her eyes and her moans and sounds were unceasing. She was rolling her hips and thrusting them gently forward into Joy’s mouth. She held Joy’s head a little more firmly and drew her mouth closer.

  Joy brought her hand around, from Taylor’s ass to her cunt, seeking entry.

  The split second change of pace gave Taylor just enough time to gather herself.

  Joy entered Taylor…and Taylor placed her hand over Joy’s, stopping further motion. “No fucking…” she said, breathing heavily. Joy whimpered in protest.

  Taylor stepped out of panty, slipped on her sandal, and picked up the silk aqua panty. She covered two fingers with the panty and rubbed it on her clit. Making sure that Joy was watching, she pushed the fabric deep inside herself and thrust it a few times. She took her leg off Joy’s thigh, pulled Joy up standing from her seated position, and stuffed the panty into the front pocket of Joy’s shorts, “A little eau de Taylor for you,” she licked Joy’s lips.

  “Good God, Tay! Are you trying to see if a human being can actually really combust because of sexual tension?” Joy groaned.

  “I just want you to have the best time of your life, sweetie,” Taylor said with all the innocence she could muster straightening her clothes. “C’mon, lunch has to be had…temples need to be visited and photographed,” Taylor’s smile was wicked.

  Joy looked back at her…her expression equal parts aroused, amorous, amused and frustrated.

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  “Hey look! The ancient Egyptians made huge giant statues of Yul Brynner,” Taylor exclaimed as soon as they entered the Luxor temple, pointing to larger than life statues of a man who looked exactly like the Hollywood actor. Their guide explained what and who the statues represented while Taylor and Joy made jokes and giggled.

  The Luxor Temple was as gorgeous as all the other sites that they had visited during the trip. Joy felt that this trip had quite overloaded her senses with beauty and her mind was now unable to completely process all the overwhelming sights…all the incredible statues, temples, etchings and carvings. The sizes and proportions of the people hewn in and out of stone were mesmerising and unbelievable.

  She had taken endless photographs throughout their trip...as usual most of her photographs had Taylor as the main subject. Ever since they had got together, for one picture that Joy clicked of any subject, she ended up taking three of Taylor. Taylor was endlessly fascinating to Joy. Every expression, every thought, every gesture, every move was a study of perfection to Joy. Candid photographs. Posed ones. There just weren’t enough exposures to capture the wonder that was Taylor. And Joy felt that none of the photographs could do justice to Taylor.

  Initially Taylor was rather nonplussed and self-conscious but had got used to it over time. In fact, though she wasn’t a professional photographer, every photograph that Taylor had ever clicked after meeting Joy, were only of Joy. Every. Single. One.

  Now taking in the last of the temples of that period scheduled in their trip, Joy was actually feeling a little relieved. She felt she couldn’t handle any more assault of visual beauty in stone on her senses. She knew Taylor felt the same…in fact, the previous day in the Valley of the Kings, Taylor had actually said as much. “I can’t take this anymore, Joy. It is all swirling around in me and I am now just looking at everything open-mouthed and wonderstruck…not really registering anything. I’m so grateful for all the photographs that you’re taking…they will help me process what I’ve seen when I am actually able to wrap my mind around it.”

  Taylor had a sensitivity and depth that Joy hadn’t expected to ever find in another human being. It just drew them tighter into each other.

  “Let’s check that out,” Taylor brought Joy back from her thoughts, pulling her towards a dimly lit gallery that ran along the side of the cavernous room that they were in. After an extensive tour of the temple, their guide had given them forty-five minutes to explore by themselves.

  The dim lighting of the gallery seemed to keep away tourists and they were the only ones there. Taylor slipped Joy’s hand under her skirt, pushing a finger inside…and then,
of course, there was this part of Taylor too…sexy, playful, bold, uninhibited, teasing…

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  They had about half-an-hour to freshen up and pack before leaving for the airport to catch their flight to Sharm el-Sheikh. Taylor had gone in for a quick shower while Joy folded and packed their belongings. Ten minutes later, Joy was in the shower as Taylor got ready, finished packing and got their check-out process underway.

  Joy came out and found Taylor dressed and ready. Taylor was wearing buff-gold skinny jeans, a rich brown full sleeved V-necked crop top with rough finish, a large, delicate pattern embroidered with gold thread on the front, white gladiator footwear with flat heels, hair tied in a fishtail braid starting at one side of the nape of her neck. Joy paused mid-step…now this is real assault of beauty…her mind informed her, and the rest of her body agreed with alacrity.

  Taylor looked over to where Joy had paused, seemingly unable to think or move. She took in Joy’s stunned expression, blushed and then smiled radiantly. She sauntered over to Joy, deliberately swinging her hips more than normal, and kissed Joy’s lips softly, affectionately. “Like what you see?” Joy exhaled a long breath. Taylor took Joy’s hand and rubbed it on her crotch…“I love it when you look at me like that, Joy…but get ready now or we’ll miss our flight. I’m going to the front desk, settling our bill and sending the bell boy for our luggage…so look lively,” Taylor slapped Joy’s ass smartly before walking out of the room.

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  They were sitting close together in the back seat of their cab speeding towards the airport. Joy’s arm was wrapped around Taylor and her other hand lay on Taylor’s thigh caressing it softly. She shifted her hand inwards, running her fingers along Taylor’s inner thighs.

  It wasn’t like Taylor was unaffected with all the teasing of the day – though she had been the one teasing. She was in a state of high throbbing arousal herself. But it had been fun, she conceded, and the day is not yet over, the little devil on her shoulder prodded her.

  Taylor took Joy’s hand and slipped it inside her top, placing it on her breast. “Think of anything you’d want to do there?” she said. Joy realised that Taylor wasn’t wearing a bra and squeezed the breast hard. Taylor let out a soft chuckle.

  She slipped her hand inside the elastic waist of the black yoga pants that Joy had chosen to wear and then further found her way inside Joy’s panty. She held Joy’s clit and started squeezing it gently, holding it between three fingers and her thumb. Joy squirmed in her seat. “Like that?” Taylor breathed into Joy’s ear.

  “I’d like it much better if I was doing that to you,” Joy confessed honestly.

  Taylor calculated that they had about five to seven minutes before reaching the airport. Just the right amount of time, the devil in her chortled.

  She undid the button of her jeans and unzipped it. “Go for it, champ,” she invited Joy.

  Joy dragged her fingers down from Taylor’s breast and over her abdomen before sliding her hand inside the open jeans. Taylor spread her legs a little wider. Joy inhaled sharply, realising that Taylor wasn’t wearing a panty either. “Completely commando,” Taylor whispered into Joy’s ear.

  Joy shivered a little and slid her hand fully between Taylor’s thighs…squeezing her clit gently as Taylor changed her movement to stroking Joy. The air in the cab got heated and the windows literally fogged over.

  Joy slipped a finger into Taylor and the world stopped…like, actually!

  “We’re here,” Taylor said with suppressed laughter as she slid her hand out of Joy’s yoga pants and drew Joy’s hand out of her pants, zipping up her jeans.

  “You’re such a tease,” Joy accused, throwing her head back on the seat…beyond frustrated.

  “So not true…” Taylor leaned over and kissed Joy softly, “…you know my legs are always spread wide open for you.”

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  They checked into their suite in the resort in Sharm el-Sheikh. It was a palatial room with a huge sitting room, a large dining area with a six-seater dining table, and a splendid bedroom with French windows that led out to a private garden. The bell boy had put their luggage into the bedroom and Joy was waiting for him to get out so that she could put out a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and lock the door. He was mouthing some resort spiel at her… literally getting on her Very. Last. Nerve.

  Taylor had shut the bedroom door firmly as soon as the bell boy had been hustled out of the room by Joy and Joy couldn’t wait to join her.

  “Sure,” she said through gritted teeth to whatever the bell boy had just said, handed him a tip and all but pushed him out of the door. Switching off the lights in the sitting room, she went towards the bedroom and opened the door.

  The bedroom was dimly lit. The only light came from a standing lamp tucked away in a corner in the far end of the room. Taylor’s clothes were thrown across a wing chair near the lamp. The curtains were drawn tightly shut across the French windows.

  Taylor lay naked on the bed, hair open, arms stretched over her head, legs parted. She sent a smouldering look towards Joy.

  Joy walked towards the bed, removing her clothes on the way. She stood by the bed and looked down at Taylor for a moment…enjoying the anticipation of what was to come and the view of Taylor’s incredible body and the look that she was sending Joy’s way. Feeling the fire ignite and engulf her.

  Joy lowered herself over Taylor, fitting their centres together. She ran her hands lightly over Taylor’s sides.

  “Always spread wide open for you,” Taylor said huskily as Joy’s fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. She lowered her arms and wrapped them around Joy’s shoulders as Joy ground their centres together…

  …and they were off.

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  “Miss Taylor and Miss Joy?” a well-proportioned, slightly short, Egyptian man asked as they approached the reception. “I am Hassan…” he introduced himself when they nodded, “…your dive guide for the day.”

  He led them to a fairly luxurious 18 seater to transport them to the pier. They chose seats in the very last row, knowing that no one else would select them and that would afford them a modicum of privacy. Hassan followed them and sat in an aisle seat across from them making small talk and filling them in on their co-divers for the day.

  They picked up two German men, clearly a couple, next; and the last group was an Indian family of four. A couple and their two tween girls. The Germans chose seats around the middle of the mini bus and the Indians sat in the front.

  “It will take us about forty minutes to reach the pier. In ten minutes, we’ll make a stop of exactly twenty minutes at a place where you can rent any gear that you need for the day,” Hassan announced from the front.

  Joy ran her fingers lightly along Taylor’s inner thighs, brushing her cunt each time she moved from one thigh to the other. Taylor’s hand lay on Joy’s thigh, clutching her tight…the only outward indication of the effect Joy’s fingers on her bare thighs were having on her. The elbow of her other arm was on the window and her chin rested on the fist, looking out unseeingly at the passing world.

  Ten minutes later, they stopped outside a crowded, crowded mêlée. As Joy started to get up, Taylor stopped her by pressing firmly down her thigh. Joy turned to her raising her brows in askance. Taylor turned to her as everyone else got off and took of her shades…and Joy saw just how dark her eyes had become with arousal.

  “Make me come, Joya,” Taylor said softly.

  “We need flippers,” Joy pointed out.

  “We have twenty minutes…it’ll take me twenty seconds,” Taylor’s voice dropped further.

  Joy knew that Taylor needed it now. She slipped her hand in, brushing the square piece of Taylor’s bikini covering her cunt.

  “Ladies,” Hassan hollered cheerfully, standing on the steps at the door, “there is a huge cr
owd and you won’t get what you need in your size if you don’t hurry up. Even now, it looks like it will take more than twenty minutes here.”

  “Just coming,” Joy replied, withdrawing her hand and Taylor’s head fell forward in frustration. “I hate him,” she spoke through gnashed teeth.

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  “This is actually a live-aboard boat,” Hassan was leading the group up a plank to a rather large boat. “It is usually used for dives that are spread across days...but this is the one you guys chose…so welcome to the most luxurious diving experience.

  The sea was a breath-taking shade of blue. In fact there were stripes of various shades for breath-taking blues as far as the eye could see. “Wonder why this is called the Red Sea…I’ve never seen anything more blue …or a more beautiful shade of blue…in my whole life,” Taylor observed quietly to Joy.

  “This is the main deck with our dining area, that’s the bridge and this is the diving deck from where we’ll dive off,” Hassan gave them a quick tour. “There is a covered upper deck with tables and chairs which you are free to use and we have private cabins for each group below.”