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The two women were mostly silent and avoided eye contact as they ate an early dinner. They were both feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. However, Sally was also elated. What had happened was beyond her wildest dreams. Now she knew that Sam wasn't totally opposed to a little contact with another woman. It was also quite thrilling to know that she could turn on the older woman.
When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to make a few calls."
"Can... uh... can we work on our essay afterward."
"Yes, that would be an excellent idea," Sam said, thinking that at least that would be a neutral activity. She now realized that it was going to be difficult to be so close to Sally for the next few days. They would need some diversion or she didn't know what might happen. Unfortunately, now that her libido was peaked by their intimate activity, it would be hard to control. And, if the little tremors she still felt between her legs were any indication, it might be impossible for her to keep her hands off of the young girl. She couldn't let that happen. She had too much at stake. She was going to be the wife of the chancellor of the University.
After the dinner dishes were cleared, Sally found some writing paper and sat on the sofa. Sam went in to take a shower and said she would join her in a few minutes. When she came back out, she had on a short white terry cloth robe she found in the bathroom and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She sat on the sofa, a comfortable distance from Sally.
"Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.
"Uh... no! Damn, that's one thing I forgot. If you sit with your back to the fire, I think it will dry pretty quickly."
"Okay. Let's see what you have so far," Sam said as she reached for the pad. When their hands touched Sam felt and saw sparks. It was probably from the dry air in the room, she thought.
Sally believed that it was because of an entirely different reason. She suppressed a little smile of delight.
Sam read the essay topic ideas that Sally had written down and added a few of her own. They talked quietly for some time about the various topics and narrowed it down to three. One topic that Sally had listed, interestingly enough, was "Lesbianism in Modern Literature". Sam knew that that would shake up the school if it were chosen.
The two of them worked for another hour developing an outline for the various topics. The discussion about lesbianism was somewhat tense but nonetheless interesting. However, they skirted around the real issues in an effort to stay professional.
Sam noticed that Sally had a smile on her face that never left as they discussed women loving women. And she could feel little ripples of excitement beginning again deep inside. She knew she needed to change the subject. "We'll need to get to the library and on the Internet to check some of these out. However, I think we have a great start," Sam said in a professional tone as she assessed the younger woman. Sam had concluded that Sally was a very sharp girl after their many conversations over the past couple of months. She was more than just a pretty face. However, that pretty face kept overshadowing Sam's attempt to play the professional teacher. Every time she would look into her eyes, she would feel little shock waves emanating from between her legs. "I think I had better try to dry my hair if I don't want to go to bed with it wet," she finally said.
"Why don't you sit by the fire and I can brush your hair. That should help dry it quicker."
Sam thought that was innocent enough so she said okay.
"You have beautiful hair," Sally said as she began to run the brush through it.
"Unfortunately, it curls so easily that whenever I get it wet I can't do anything with it."
"Why don't you just let it go curly? I think you would look sexy with naturally curly hair," Sally said, loving stroking her hair with the brush and following it with the touch of her hand.
"Maybe I will," Sam answered as she leaned back into the younger woman. "Oh, that feels so good." There was something so comforting about the way Sally was stroking her hair with the brush and following it down with her hand.
"Listen, I do a great facial massage," Sally said, putting the brush down on the hearth when her hand was hanging smoothly across her shoulders. "Would you like me to do one for you?"
Sam remembered what happened with the last massage. But, how sexual could a facial massage be? she thought. "Well, if you promise to behave," she said with a smile and without admonishment in her voice.
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," she responded and returned the smile. "Let me get some cream," Sally said and hurried to her bag that was up in the loft. While she was there, she put on a pair of cut off jeans and a half jersey that barely covered the bottom of her breasts.
When Sam saw Sally hurrying down the stairs, she almost gasped. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with her movement and it almost looked like her jersey would flip up and reveal them any second. Sam tightened her robe around her and shivered.
"Alright, turn around and put your head in my lap. You're in good hands," she joked as she spread a towel across her bare legs. While Sally tried to act calm, she was very nervous. It was such a thrill to know that she was going to get to touch Sam again. And, it was even better that she didn't seem mad at her from what had happened earlier.
"Okay doctor," Sam said as she turned and laid her head in Sally's lap.
Sally turned Sam's face up to her and began to gently massage her temples.
Sam eyes were closed and she moaned as she felt the gentle touch. She is good with her hands, Sam thought as she relaxed into Sally's lap.
Soon Sally's hands moved down to her cheeks. She added a little cream and massaged it into her soft skin. Then her fingers ran under her chin, slipping back upward and across her tight jaw muscles. "Relax," she whispered. "Wait a minute," Sally said and got up. A few minutes later she brought over the radio, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She tuned the radio to a soft classical station and poured a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass?" she asked.
"Uh... I guess," Sam said hesitantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that good. Still, she was feeling so comfortable she thought that one glass couldn't hurt. She took the offered glass and drank about half before leaning back onto Sally's lap again.
Sally started her massage again. She took her time, working on all the tense muscles in Sam's face, using her thumb to guide her hands.
Sam was almost asleep when she felt the hands move down to her neck. She opened her eyes in concern. When she looked up, she realized that she was looking directly up Sally's cut off jersey. She took a deep breath and watched the large globes sway freely back and forth inches from her face. The movement was almost hypnotizing. She could see the lower section of Sally's pale pink nipples. The thought that she had been sucking on one of those just a few hours earlier brought a tremor to her body.
"Are you chilly?" Sally asked when she felt her shiver.
"Uh... no," Sam answered and tried to close her eyes. However, as much as she didn't want to look, her eyes kept opening. She barely noticed when Sally's hands began to move further down her neck. Then, she felt her fingers slip under the opening of her robe. "Sally," she moaned as the hands slipped lower and closer to the swells of her breasts. She knew where this was heading.
"You're so tense," Sally said as her hands reached the beginning slope of Sam's breasts and she gently began kneading the flesh. "Relax. Relax. Relax," she whispered methodically as her hands moved slowly up the slopes. Her hands went deeper under the opening of the robe.
Oh no! Sam thought, here we go again. However, she left her hands lay idly at her sides as she felt her robe being slowly opened. Her heart was pounding in her chest now and knew that she should stop her. When she felt the warmth of the fire on her bare breasts, she knew that she was exposed. However, she was frozen in place and she couldn't even open her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't happening if she didn't see it.
"They're beautiful," Sally gasped as she stared at Sam's breasts. They sat high on her chest, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Sally's hands moved slowly over the heaving orbs. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around Sam's soft breasts. She could feel her nipples almost burning her palms and she groaned deep in her throat.
"Sally, please," Sam whispered as if she couldn't stop the woman and was somehow powerless. However, this time she wasn't under the influence of the wine. She was tired from her busy day but perfectly sober. In spite of her outward protests, her vagina began to quiver and juice started to run down her thighs.
Sally grew even bolder and as she continued to play with one breast, she reached down and threw her robe completely open. Now she was staring at Sam's body, entirely naked before her. Her eyes traveled downward over her breasts, across her soft stomach and between her legs. She saw that Sam had a light fuzz of pubic hair and wondered if she trimmed it. Her well-shaped thighs were spread slightly apart and her feet were moving nervously back and forth. A little chill ran through her when she saw a glimmer of wetness on her sparse pubic hair.
Sam knew that she should stop the young girl. This was so wrong and so dangerous, she thought. Yet, her only movement was the heaving of her breasts.
Sally's heart was beating rapidly and her hands were trembling as she continued to massage the soft breasts. She noted that Sam's breasts were much smaller than her own but were nonetheless beautiful. They were the size of navel oranges and she was surprised at how firm they felt. Her nipples were long and looked like pencil erasers. She opened her hands and gently rubbed the palms across the hard nubs in a circular fashion.
Sam began to squirm as Sally played with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to control her breathing. However, the room seemed to be spinning now. She trembled at the thought that her robe was open and that Sally had a view of her entirely naked body. Still, she made no move to close it. Instead, her legs squirmed open a little further. Whimpers began to come from her lips as the younger woman continued to tease the now throbbing nipples.
Sally leaned down close to Sam's ear. Her tongue came out and she began to lick little circles around her ear. She could see goose bumps on Sam's body. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "Play with yourself. I want to watch." Her heart almost stopped as she held her breath and waited for an answer.
"Oh Jesus," Sam moaned but she didn't move.
Sally reached down and found one of Sam's trembling hands and placed it between the older woman's legs. She pressed her middle finger down on Sam's, forcing her finger to slide between the fat lips.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned as her fingers felt her swollen sex lips. Her legs spread wider and her fingers began to move automatically between the inner lips.
From above, Sally had a wonderful view of Sam's now juice-covered fingers moving between her legs. She could feel her own vagina pulsing and dripping her juice. It was incredibly exciting to watch. Oh how she wanted to be the one touching Sam but she feared that that would be going too far at this point. She feared that she would jump up and leave her if she moved too fast. One of her hands continued to caress Sam's breast and the other rubbed the side her face gently as she watched in fascination.
Sam was lost in a sensual fog as her finger began to work up and down between her swollen lips. A low moan escaped her lips when her finger slipped inside for the first time. Her body began to tremble. Then, her finger slipped out and touched her swollen clit. At the same time, Sally bent over and kissed her. That was all it took. A long and low scream escaped her mouth.
Sally held the older woman tightly, continuing to kiss her as she felt her body convulsing in pleasure. "That's it, that's it," she whispered as the older woman trembled in her arms.
"Mpppphhhhh!!!" Sam grunted as pleasure rushed up and down her body. It seemed to go on for a long time until finally she began to relax with only tiny whimpers escaping her lips.
A few minutes later, Sam opened her eyes and saw Sally smiling down at her.
"Was it good?" Sally whispered rhetorically.
Sam moaned and her face turned red with embarrassment. Then, she felt Sally grab the wrist of the hand between her legs. She watched curiously as she raised it to her mouth. Then, a gasp escaped her lips as Sally slid the fingers into her mouth.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked her wet fingers. She had never tasted anything quite like it. Sure, she had tasted herself but this was different, somehow sweeter. She could feel her own vagina pulsing like she was close to a climax.
Sam sighed as she watched the young girl clean her fingers. When she was done, she looked up at her as if she were a petulant c***d. "Did you bring me up here to seduce me?" she asked in an exhausted voice. It was a simple question with no animosity.
"No. However, the thought did cross my mind," Sally answered honestly.
When Sam didn't respond, Sally asked, "Are you mad at me?" There was a worried look on her face now.
Sam remained quiet for some time thinking of her answer. The easy and truthful answer was no. However, the consequences of that answer could be difficult to deal with. She was feeling something very special for Sally and that could complicate her life. The truth was that she wasn't angry at all. At that moment, she was feeling very satisfied and even loved--something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Instead of answering the question, Sam reached up and pulled Sally's mouth down to hers. A charge of electricity ran through her and her vagina began to throb again as soon as her soft lips were pressed to her again. She had never responded so quickly after having a climax, especially considering how intense it had been.
Sally's heart was beating fast again and she wanted to leap for joy at Sam's response. Then, she moaned in frustration as Sam pulled her lips away.
Suddenly, a very naughty thought went through Sam's mind. It was entirely crazy but the young girl had cast a spell over her and she could no longer deny it. There were secret thoughts hidden in her mind that had suddenly been brought to the surface. Thoughts that she would never admit to before this day. Do I dare? she thought as she bit her lip with indecision. Throwing caution to the wind, Sam looked into Sally's eyes and said, "I want... I want you to... to do something for me." Her voice was trembling and her insides were churning.
"Anything," Sally said excitedly.
"I... I... want you to... to masturbate for me. I want... I want to watch you do it," Sam said, her voice dropping low, almost fading out. Then her face turned three shades of red and she looked away, suddenly regretting her request.
Sally's eyes grew wide with surprise. Did I hear her correctly? she thought and asked, "Really?"
"Yessss," Sam whispered, afraid to look up at the young girl's face. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. She had always been the proper one, a real conservative. Yet, now she was asking this young girl to do something very nasty. I must be losing my mind! she thought. Yet, there was tingling throughout her body. It was as if an inner person was screaming to get out, someone other than "Professor Edwards". It was a warm and sensuous person who had long denied her true feelings.
"Alright," Sally quickly agreed and almost jumped up, leaving Sam on the floor below her. She reached for the snap in her cut off shorts and then pulled the zipper down. Slowly, almost as if she were stripping, she opened her shorts and began to push them down. She watched Sam's eyes as her soft flesh was revealed. When the shorts dropped to her feet, she inched forward until her bare vagina was almost directly above Sam's surprised face.
"Oh!" Sam exclaimed as she looked up at the wet and bald vagina. From this angle, she had a perfect view of Sally's juice beginning to run from her swollen lips. It was trickling down her thighs in a shiny stream. Sam u*********sly licked her lips. "Why... why do you... you shave yourself?" she asked.
"I guess because it's so much more sensual. Do you like it?" she said, reaching down to gently rub the smooth surface with her fingers.
"Uh... yes, I think I do," Sam whispered.
"I love the smooth skin way it feels under my fingers," she added as she slowly slid her fingers between the lips, smearing them with her copious juice. Then she gently rubbed the shiny liquid over the surface, coating the skin with the sticky juice. A moan escaped her lips. "Maybe we should do yours," Sally said breathlessly, only half facetiously.
Sam tore her eyes from the young girl's crotch and looked up at Sally's sparkling eyes. She slowly shook her head no but her heart was fluttering in her chest. In her mind she was thinking of how Larry would react to something like that. Not very well, she was afraid.
Sally turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Come closer," she said to Sam, her throat suddenly very dry. She watched the woman move as if in a trance. As Sam knelt close to her feet, she lifted her legs, placed her feet on the sofa and spread her thighs wide. She slid down slightly, opening herself and displaying her swollen sex lips obscenely. A moment of embarrassment rushed through her. The only other person that had had such a view of her was her doctor.
Sam was finding it hard to get her breath as she watched the young girl display herself so blatantly; seemingly unashamed that another woman was staring at her private parts.
The light from the fire gave Sam a perfect view of the pretty girl's treasures. Her eyes stared directly into her swollen vagina. It's beautiful! she thought. I never realized how pretty a woman's sex organ could be! She was totally amazed at the revelation.
It was the first time Sam had ever seen a vagina close up. She had never even looked closely at her own. Whenever she went for a gynecological visit, she wondered how someone could make that his or her profession. Now she thought, if they all looked like this, it would be a wonderful job.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as Sally brought her hand down to her pulsing sex organ and moaned. Sam watched with her eyes as wide as saucers as the young woman began to massage her inner lips, opening herself. She could see her copious juices streaming out like a river now. Suddenly, she was very much aware of her own vagina as it began to throb again. She could even smell Sally's excitement.
"Oh God, yes, watch me, watch me play with myself. It's soooo exciting," Sally hissed as she plunged her finger into her sopping hole. She stared at the older woman's eyes, which were totally focused on her sexual parts. She could see wonder and excitement and that made her hole quiver and pulse on her finger.
Soon the room was filled with the slopping sucking sound of Sally's finger moving in and out of her clinching hole. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and her hips were moving up and down. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her juice and it splattered on her thighs. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open but the pleasure was too great.
Sam could hardly get her breath as she watched the spectacle before her. She had never seen anything so obscene or exciting. She wasn't even the one masturbating; yet her vagina throbbed in excitement and she could almost feel the fingers moving inside her.
"Oh Gooooddddddd Sammmmm!!!" Sally groaned as her body began to convulse in climax. "Yes, yes, yes, Ohhhhh!!! I'm going to cummmmmm." Suddenly, her vagina throbbed and juice began to pour over her fingers and run in little rivers down her cheeks below.
Sam watched with her mouth opened and her breath coming in gasps as if she had been running a marathon. She couldn't believe the amount of juice that was coming from Sally's hole. Suddenly, a little tremor went through her own vagina and she felt her own juice running from between her swollen lips and dripping to the floor. Her hips squirmed and she desperately wanted to touch herself.
Before Sally had even recovered, Sam was on her feet. Suddenly, she was embarrassed again. "Uh... uh, it's late and I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," she said, leaving Sally shocked and worried that she had gone too far.
Sally watched Sam rush upstairs. She sat silently for a few minutes until finally, she got up and went to take a shower, hoping that Sam wasn't mad at her. After all, she was the one that asked to see her masturbate! she thought.
When Sally finished her shower, she quietly went upstairs. She could see Sam lying on her side facing away from her. Gently, she took off her bathrobe and crawled into bed naked. She lay awake for a long time, a million thoughts going through her head. Several times she started to turn over and touch Sam but she hesitated and tears came to her eyes.
It was much later that night when Sally awoke for some unknown reason. Then she felt the bed gently moving and heard a little whimper. She glanced over and saw Sam lying on her back with her eyes closed. Sally might have thought she was asleep but then she saw the blanket moving. Suddenly, she realized that Sam was masturbating. As gently as possible, she turned over and inched closer to the softly moaning woman. Then, boldly she reached over and placed her hand on Sam's naked thigh.
Sam's body tensed when she felt the touch of the younger woman. But she shivered and sucked in her breath excitedly. Her first thought was a feeling of embarrassment at being caught. Then, she didn't care as she felt Sally's hand begin to move.
Slowly, Sally moved her hand up Sam's thigh. Her fingers moved across the soft skin until they reached Sam's own hands. Gently, she slipped her fingers under Sam's until she could feel her wet pubic hair. A smile crossed her lips when Sam made no move to stop her. She slowly slid her finger through the soft hair until it touched her swollen lips. It was Sally's turn to moan as she felt the vagina of another woman for the first time in her life. She heard Sam begin to whimper again as her finger moved softly across the wet flesh of her inner lips.
Sam's head was spinning with excitement and just a little fear. She wanted to stop Sally but her gentle fingers felt too good. Instead, she let her hands fall to her sides and her legs spread wider, sighing in resignation. "Oh Goddddd!!!" she hissed as the girl's finger slowly slid into her body.
Sally could feel the walls of Sam's vagina throbbing and squeezing her finger. Her own finger had been inside her body many times, but this was different. It was even more exciting. She twisted her finger around, massaging the rippled walls of the sexy older woman's vagina. Juice began to run down her finger and cover her hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she began to move her finger in and out. She bent her head closer and captured one of Sam's nipples in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned and pushed her hips upward, forcing the finger deeply into her. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to take much of this. Then she felt Sally add a second finger. "Oh God Sally," she moaned. Several seconds later, her body began to tremble like she had received an electric shock. Then every muscle tensed. "Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!!!" she screamed as a strong climax ripped through her.
Sally was surprised at the speed and intensity of Sam's orgasm. It seemed to go on for such a long time. She could feel the walls of her vagina throbbing with each wave of pleasure that rippled through the older woman. Now her hand was soaked with Sam's sex juices.
As soon as Sam's climax was over, she again felt embarrassment. She lay stiffly, looking up at the ceiling. Sally's hand was still lying on her pubic mound. Abruptly, she rolled to her side and away from Sally. She was so confused. She had never felt like this and it scared her.
For an instant, Sally felt rejected again and frowned. However, she also understood Sam's emotions. Then a smile crossed her lips. It had been a wonderful evening and events had progressed far beyond anything she could have hoped for. Talking a chance, Sally moved toward Sam and snuggled up behind her in a spoon fashion. A chill ran through her when she felt Sam's naked body next to her own.
At the touch of Sally's soft breasts to her back, Sam shivered. Then she felt the younger woman's arm circle her and her hand reach for her breast. Her first impulse was to push her hand away. But, suddenly an overwhelming feeling of comfort came over her and she relaxed and pushed back into the younger woman. Sam had never felt more loved than at that moment. She wondered why she was fighting it so much. A cascade of emotions rushed over her and tears began to stream from her eyes and she wasn't even sure why. Was it because this was something she had longed for all her life and had denied it? Or, was it from guilt and shame at what she had allowed to happen? Consciously she couldn't answer the question, but deep in her soul she knew the answer. She pulled Sally's hand up to her lips and gently kissed it and then rubbed it to her wet cheek.
Behind her, Sally sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, her heart almost bursting with joy. Within minutes, they were both asleep
When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to make a few calls."
"Can... uh... can we work on our essay afterward."
"Yes, that would be an excellent idea," Sam said, thinking that at least that would be a neutral activity. She now realized that it was going to be difficult to be so close to Sally for the next few days. They would need some diversion or she didn't know what might happen. Unfortunately, now that her libido was peaked by their intimate activity, it would be hard to control. And, if the little tremors she still felt between her legs were any indication, it might be impossible for her to keep her hands off of the young girl. She couldn't let that happen. She had too much at stake. She was going to be the wife of the chancellor of the University.
After the dinner dishes were cleared, Sally found some writing paper and sat on the sofa. Sam went in to take a shower and said she would join her in a few minutes. When she came back out, she had on a short white terry cloth robe she found in the bathroom and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She sat on the sofa, a comfortable distance from Sally.
"Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.
"Uh... no! Damn, that's one thing I forgot. If you sit with your back to the fire, I think it will dry pretty quickly."
"Okay. Let's see what you have so far," Sam said as she reached for the pad. When their hands touched Sam felt and saw sparks. It was probably from the dry air in the room, she thought.
Sally believed that it was because of an entirely different reason. She suppressed a little smile of delight.
Sam read the essay topic ideas that Sally had written down and added a few of her own. They talked quietly for some time about the various topics and narrowed it down to three. One topic that Sally had listed, interestingly enough, was "Lesbianism in Modern Literature". Sam knew that that would shake up the school if it were chosen.
The two of them worked for another hour developing an outline for the various topics. The discussion about lesbianism was somewhat tense but nonetheless interesting. However, they skirted around the real issues in an effort to stay professional.
Sam noticed that Sally had a smile on her face that never left as they discussed women loving women. And she could feel little ripples of excitement beginning again deep inside. She knew she needed to change the subject. "We'll need to get to the library and on the Internet to check some of these out. However, I think we have a great start," Sam said in a professional tone as she assessed the younger woman. Sam had concluded that Sally was a very sharp girl after their many conversations over the past couple of months. She was more than just a pretty face. However, that pretty face kept overshadowing Sam's attempt to play the professional teacher. Every time she would look into her eyes, she would feel little shock waves emanating from between her legs. "I think I had better try to dry my hair if I don't want to go to bed with it wet," she finally said.
"Why don't you sit by the fire and I can brush your hair. That should help dry it quicker."
Sam thought that was innocent enough so she said okay.
"You have beautiful hair," Sally said as she began to run the brush through it.
"Unfortunately, it curls so easily that whenever I get it wet I can't do anything with it."
"Why don't you just let it go curly? I think you would look sexy with naturally curly hair," Sally said, loving stroking her hair with the brush and following it with the touch of her hand.
"Maybe I will," Sam answered as she leaned back into the younger woman. "Oh, that feels so good." There was something so comforting about the way Sally was stroking her hair with the brush and following it down with her hand.
"Listen, I do a great facial massage," Sally said, putting the brush down on the hearth when her hand was hanging smoothly across her shoulders. "Would you like me to do one for you?"
Sam remembered what happened with the last massage. But, how sexual could a facial massage be? she thought. "Well, if you promise to behave," she said with a smile and without admonishment in her voice.
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," she responded and returned the smile. "Let me get some cream," Sally said and hurried to her bag that was up in the loft. While she was there, she put on a pair of cut off jeans and a half jersey that barely covered the bottom of her breasts.
When Sam saw Sally hurrying down the stairs, she almost gasped. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with her movement and it almost looked like her jersey would flip up and reveal them any second. Sam tightened her robe around her and shivered.
"Alright, turn around and put your head in my lap. You're in good hands," she joked as she spread a towel across her bare legs. While Sally tried to act calm, she was very nervous. It was such a thrill to know that she was going to get to touch Sam again. And, it was even better that she didn't seem mad at her from what had happened earlier.
"Okay doctor," Sam said as she turned and laid her head in Sally's lap.
Sally turned Sam's face up to her and began to gently massage her temples.
Sam eyes were closed and she moaned as she felt the gentle touch. She is good with her hands, Sam thought as she relaxed into Sally's lap.
Soon Sally's hands moved down to her cheeks. She added a little cream and massaged it into her soft skin. Then her fingers ran under her chin, slipping back upward and across her tight jaw muscles. "Relax," she whispered. "Wait a minute," Sally said and got up. A few minutes later she brought over the radio, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She tuned the radio to a soft classical station and poured a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass?" she asked.
"Uh... I guess," Sam said hesitantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that good. Still, she was feeling so comfortable she thought that one glass couldn't hurt. She took the offered glass and drank about half before leaning back onto Sally's lap again.
Sally started her massage again. She took her time, working on all the tense muscles in Sam's face, using her thumb to guide her hands.
Sam was almost asleep when she felt the hands move down to her neck. She opened her eyes in concern. When she looked up, she realized that she was looking directly up Sally's cut off jersey. She took a deep breath and watched the large globes sway freely back and forth inches from her face. The movement was almost hypnotizing. She could see the lower section of Sally's pale pink nipples. The thought that she had been sucking on one of those just a few hours earlier brought a tremor to her body.
"Are you chilly?" Sally asked when she felt her shiver.
"Uh... no," Sam answered and tried to close her eyes. However, as much as she didn't want to look, her eyes kept opening. She barely noticed when Sally's hands began to move further down her neck. Then, she felt her fingers slip under the opening of her robe. "Sally," she moaned as the hands slipped lower and closer to the swells of her breasts. She knew where this was heading.
"You're so tense," Sally said as her hands reached the beginning slope of Sam's breasts and she gently began kneading the flesh. "Relax. Relax. Relax," she whispered methodically as her hands moved slowly up the slopes. Her hands went deeper under the opening of the robe.
Oh no! Sam thought, here we go again. However, she left her hands lay idly at her sides as she felt her robe being slowly opened. Her heart was pounding in her chest now and knew that she should stop her. When she felt the warmth of the fire on her bare breasts, she knew that she was exposed. However, she was frozen in place and she couldn't even open her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't happening if she didn't see it.
"They're beautiful," Sally gasped as she stared at Sam's breasts. They sat high on her chest, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Sally's hands moved slowly over the heaving orbs. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around Sam's soft breasts. She could feel her nipples almost burning her palms and she groaned deep in her throat.
"Sally, please," Sam whispered as if she couldn't stop the woman and was somehow powerless. However, this time she wasn't under the influence of the wine. She was tired from her busy day but perfectly sober. In spite of her outward protests, her vagina began to quiver and juice started to run down her thighs.
Sally grew even bolder and as she continued to play with one breast, she reached down and threw her robe completely open. Now she was staring at Sam's body, entirely naked before her. Her eyes traveled downward over her breasts, across her soft stomach and between her legs. She saw that Sam had a light fuzz of pubic hair and wondered if she trimmed it. Her well-shaped thighs were spread slightly apart and her feet were moving nervously back and forth. A little chill ran through her when she saw a glimmer of wetness on her sparse pubic hair.
Sam knew that she should stop the young girl. This was so wrong and so dangerous, she thought. Yet, her only movement was the heaving of her breasts.
Sally's heart was beating rapidly and her hands were trembling as she continued to massage the soft breasts. She noted that Sam's breasts were much smaller than her own but were nonetheless beautiful. They were the size of navel oranges and she was surprised at how firm they felt. Her nipples were long and looked like pencil erasers. She opened her hands and gently rubbed the palms across the hard nubs in a circular fashion.
Sam began to squirm as Sally played with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to control her breathing. However, the room seemed to be spinning now. She trembled at the thought that her robe was open and that Sally had a view of her entirely naked body. Still, she made no move to close it. Instead, her legs squirmed open a little further. Whimpers began to come from her lips as the younger woman continued to tease the now throbbing nipples.
Sally leaned down close to Sam's ear. Her tongue came out and she began to lick little circles around her ear. She could see goose bumps on Sam's body. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "Play with yourself. I want to watch." Her heart almost stopped as she held her breath and waited for an answer.
"Oh Jesus," Sam moaned but she didn't move.
Sally reached down and found one of Sam's trembling hands and placed it between the older woman's legs. She pressed her middle finger down on Sam's, forcing her finger to slide between the fat lips.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned as her fingers felt her swollen sex lips. Her legs spread wider and her fingers began to move automatically between the inner lips.
From above, Sally had a wonderful view of Sam's now juice-covered fingers moving between her legs. She could feel her own vagina pulsing and dripping her juice. It was incredibly exciting to watch. Oh how she wanted to be the one touching Sam but she feared that that would be going too far at this point. She feared that she would jump up and leave her if she moved too fast. One of her hands continued to caress Sam's breast and the other rubbed the side her face gently as she watched in fascination.
Sam was lost in a sensual fog as her finger began to work up and down between her swollen lips. A low moan escaped her lips when her finger slipped inside for the first time. Her body began to tremble. Then, her finger slipped out and touched her swollen clit. At the same time, Sally bent over and kissed her. That was all it took. A long and low scream escaped her mouth.
Sally held the older woman tightly, continuing to kiss her as she felt her body convulsing in pleasure. "That's it, that's it," she whispered as the older woman trembled in her arms.
"Mpppphhhhh!!!" Sam grunted as pleasure rushed up and down her body. It seemed to go on for a long time until finally she began to relax with only tiny whimpers escaping her lips.
A few minutes later, Sam opened her eyes and saw Sally smiling down at her.
"Was it good?" Sally whispered rhetorically.
Sam moaned and her face turned red with embarrassment. Then, she felt Sally grab the wrist of the hand between her legs. She watched curiously as she raised it to her mouth. Then, a gasp escaped her lips as Sally slid the fingers into her mouth.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked her wet fingers. She had never tasted anything quite like it. Sure, she had tasted herself but this was different, somehow sweeter. She could feel her own vagina pulsing like she was close to a climax.
Sam sighed as she watched the young girl clean her fingers. When she was done, she looked up at her as if she were a petulant c***d. "Did you bring me up here to seduce me?" she asked in an exhausted voice. It was a simple question with no animosity.
"No. However, the thought did cross my mind," Sally answered honestly.
When Sam didn't respond, Sally asked, "Are you mad at me?" There was a worried look on her face now.
Sam remained quiet for some time thinking of her answer. The easy and truthful answer was no. However, the consequences of that answer could be difficult to deal with. She was feeling something very special for Sally and that could complicate her life. The truth was that she wasn't angry at all. At that moment, she was feeling very satisfied and even loved--something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Instead of answering the question, Sam reached up and pulled Sally's mouth down to hers. A charge of electricity ran through her and her vagina began to throb again as soon as her soft lips were pressed to her again. She had never responded so quickly after having a climax, especially considering how intense it had been.
Sally's heart was beating fast again and she wanted to leap for joy at Sam's response. Then, she moaned in frustration as Sam pulled her lips away.
Suddenly, a very naughty thought went through Sam's mind. It was entirely crazy but the young girl had cast a spell over her and she could no longer deny it. There were secret thoughts hidden in her mind that had suddenly been brought to the surface. Thoughts that she would never admit to before this day. Do I dare? she thought as she bit her lip with indecision. Throwing caution to the wind, Sam looked into Sally's eyes and said, "I want... I want you to... to do something for me." Her voice was trembling and her insides were churning.
"Anything," Sally said excitedly.
"I... I... want you to... to masturbate for me. I want... I want to watch you do it," Sam said, her voice dropping low, almost fading out. Then her face turned three shades of red and she looked away, suddenly regretting her request.
Sally's eyes grew wide with surprise. Did I hear her correctly? she thought and asked, "Really?"
"Yessss," Sam whispered, afraid to look up at the young girl's face. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. She had always been the proper one, a real conservative. Yet, now she was asking this young girl to do something very nasty. I must be losing my mind! she thought. Yet, there was tingling throughout her body. It was as if an inner person was screaming to get out, someone other than "Professor Edwards". It was a warm and sensuous person who had long denied her true feelings.
"Alright," Sally quickly agreed and almost jumped up, leaving Sam on the floor below her. She reached for the snap in her cut off shorts and then pulled the zipper down. Slowly, almost as if she were stripping, she opened her shorts and began to push them down. She watched Sam's eyes as her soft flesh was revealed. When the shorts dropped to her feet, she inched forward until her bare vagina was almost directly above Sam's surprised face.
"Oh!" Sam exclaimed as she looked up at the wet and bald vagina. From this angle, she had a perfect view of Sally's juice beginning to run from her swollen lips. It was trickling down her thighs in a shiny stream. Sam u*********sly licked her lips. "Why... why do you... you shave yourself?" she asked.
"I guess because it's so much more sensual. Do you like it?" she said, reaching down to gently rub the smooth surface with her fingers.
"Uh... yes, I think I do," Sam whispered.
"I love the smooth skin way it feels under my fingers," she added as she slowly slid her fingers between the lips, smearing them with her copious juice. Then she gently rubbed the shiny liquid over the surface, coating the skin with the sticky juice. A moan escaped her lips. "Maybe we should do yours," Sally said breathlessly, only half facetiously.
Sam tore her eyes from the young girl's crotch and looked up at Sally's sparkling eyes. She slowly shook her head no but her heart was fluttering in her chest. In her mind she was thinking of how Larry would react to something like that. Not very well, she was afraid.
Sally turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Come closer," she said to Sam, her throat suddenly very dry. She watched the woman move as if in a trance. As Sam knelt close to her feet, she lifted her legs, placed her feet on the sofa and spread her thighs wide. She slid down slightly, opening herself and displaying her swollen sex lips obscenely. A moment of embarrassment rushed through her. The only other person that had had such a view of her was her doctor.
Sam was finding it hard to get her breath as she watched the young girl display herself so blatantly; seemingly unashamed that another woman was staring at her private parts.
The light from the fire gave Sam a perfect view of the pretty girl's treasures. Her eyes stared directly into her swollen vagina. It's beautiful! she thought. I never realized how pretty a woman's sex organ could be! She was totally amazed at the revelation.
It was the first time Sam had ever seen a vagina close up. She had never even looked closely at her own. Whenever she went for a gynecological visit, she wondered how someone could make that his or her profession. Now she thought, if they all looked like this, it would be a wonderful job.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as Sally brought her hand down to her pulsing sex organ and moaned. Sam watched with her eyes as wide as saucers as the young woman began to massage her inner lips, opening herself. She could see her copious juices streaming out like a river now. Suddenly, she was very much aware of her own vagina as it began to throb again. She could even smell Sally's excitement.
"Oh God, yes, watch me, watch me play with myself. It's soooo exciting," Sally hissed as she plunged her finger into her sopping hole. She stared at the older woman's eyes, which were totally focused on her sexual parts. She could see wonder and excitement and that made her hole quiver and pulse on her finger.
Soon the room was filled with the slopping sucking sound of Sally's finger moving in and out of her clinching hole. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and her hips were moving up and down. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her juice and it splattered on her thighs. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open but the pleasure was too great.
Sam could hardly get her breath as she watched the spectacle before her. She had never seen anything so obscene or exciting. She wasn't even the one masturbating; yet her vagina throbbed in excitement and she could almost feel the fingers moving inside her.
"Oh Gooooddddddd Sammmmm!!!" Sally groaned as her body began to convulse in climax. "Yes, yes, yes, Ohhhhh!!! I'm going to cummmmmm." Suddenly, her vagina throbbed and juice began to pour over her fingers and run in little rivers down her cheeks below.
Sam watched with her mouth opened and her breath coming in gasps as if she had been running a marathon. She couldn't believe the amount of juice that was coming from Sally's hole. Suddenly, a little tremor went through her own vagina and she felt her own juice running from between her swollen lips and dripping to the floor. Her hips squirmed and she desperately wanted to touch herself.
Before Sally had even recovered, Sam was on her feet. Suddenly, she was embarrassed again. "Uh... uh, it's late and I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," she said, leaving Sally shocked and worried that she had gone too far.
Sally watched Sam rush upstairs. She sat silently for a few minutes until finally, she got up and went to take a shower, hoping that Sam wasn't mad at her. After all, she was the one that asked to see her masturbate! she thought.
When Sally finished her shower, she quietly went upstairs. She could see Sam lying on her side facing away from her. Gently, she took off her bathrobe and crawled into bed naked. She lay awake for a long time, a million thoughts going through her head. Several times she started to turn over and touch Sam but she hesitated and tears came to her eyes.
It was much later that night when Sally awoke for some unknown reason. Then she felt the bed gently moving and heard a little whimper. She glanced over and saw Sam lying on her back with her eyes closed. Sally might have thought she was asleep but then she saw the blanket moving. Suddenly, she realized that Sam was masturbating. As gently as possible, she turned over and inched closer to the softly moaning woman. Then, boldly she reached over and placed her hand on Sam's naked thigh.
Sam's body tensed when she felt the touch of the younger woman. But she shivered and sucked in her breath excitedly. Her first thought was a feeling of embarrassment at being caught. Then, she didn't care as she felt Sally's hand begin to move.
Slowly, Sally moved her hand up Sam's thigh. Her fingers moved across the soft skin until they reached Sam's own hands. Gently, she slipped her fingers under Sam's until she could feel her wet pubic hair. A smile crossed her lips when Sam made no move to stop her. She slowly slid her finger through the soft hair until it touched her swollen lips. It was Sally's turn to moan as she felt the vagina of another woman for the first time in her life. She heard Sam begin to whimper again as her finger moved softly across the wet flesh of her inner lips.
Sam's head was spinning with excitement and just a little fear. She wanted to stop Sally but her gentle fingers felt too good. Instead, she let her hands fall to her sides and her legs spread wider, sighing in resignation. "Oh Goddddd!!!" she hissed as the girl's finger slowly slid into her body.
Sally could feel the walls of Sam's vagina throbbing and squeezing her finger. Her own finger had been inside her body many times, but this was different. It was even more exciting. She twisted her finger around, massaging the rippled walls of the sexy older woman's vagina. Juice began to run down her finger and cover her hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she began to move her finger in and out. She bent her head closer and captured one of Sam's nipples in her mouth.
"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned and pushed her hips upward, forcing the finger deeply into her. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to take much of this. Then she felt Sally add a second finger. "Oh God Sally," she moaned. Several seconds later, her body began to tremble like she had received an electric shock. Then every muscle tensed. "Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!!!" she screamed as a strong climax ripped through her.
Sally was surprised at the speed and intensity of Sam's orgasm. It seemed to go on for such a long time. She could feel the walls of her vagina throbbing with each wave of pleasure that rippled through the older woman. Now her hand was soaked with Sam's sex juices.
As soon as Sam's climax was over, she again felt embarrassment. She lay stiffly, looking up at the ceiling. Sally's hand was still lying on her pubic mound. Abruptly, she rolled to her side and away from Sally. She was so confused. She had never felt like this and it scared her.
For an instant, Sally felt rejected again and frowned. However, she also understood Sam's emotions. Then a smile crossed her lips. It had been a wonderful evening and events had progressed far beyond anything she could have hoped for. Talking a chance, Sally moved toward Sam and snuggled up behind her in a spoon fashion. A chill ran through her when she felt Sam's naked body next to her own.
At the touch of Sally's soft breasts to her back, Sam shivered. Then she felt the younger woman's arm circle her and her hand reach for her breast. Her first impulse was to push her hand away. But, suddenly an overwhelming feeling of comfort came over her and she relaxed and pushed back into the younger woman. Sam had never felt more loved than at that moment. She wondered why she was fighting it so much. A cascade of emotions rushed over her and tears began to stream from her eyes and she wasn't even sure why. Was it because this was something she had longed for all her life and had denied it? Or, was it from guilt and shame at what she had allowed to happen? Consciously she couldn't answer the question, but deep in her soul she knew the answer. She pulled Sally's hand up to her lips and gently kissed it and then rubbed it to her wet cheek.
Behind her, Sally sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, her heart almost bursting with joy. Within minutes, they were both asleep
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