Barbra Beard: Au Pair Girl

She got them well off the cheeks, then left them in a screwed-up bundle stretching around the tops of the girl's thighs. Her hands moved up again, now able to move without restraint over the total bareness of Monique's darling arse. Jean patted the cheeks lovingly, hearing the faint slaps of her palms against the curved white orbs with a rising excitement.

Her fingers pressed once more into the yielding softness and she started to pull the globes apart. They yielded sweetly to her demands, the muscles slackening so that Jean could open the buttocks as fully as possible. She held them wide, one hand on each cheek, unable to see the glorious secrets which her fingers were revealing, but nevertheless relishing the blatant exposure of the girl's most private parts.

And at that moment Jean felt her own arse being seized by Monique's hands. She held her breath, then kissed Monique's mouth more passionately than ever as the responsive girl opened her bottom and immediately pushed an inquiring finger against the sensitive bud of her arse!

“Oh, Monique", Jean breathed. She pulled her mouth away at last and pressed her lips against the incredibly soft skin of the girl's neck. “Oh, my darling!” she sighed. “This is bliss! Here — let me do the same to you… There!”

Jean stole her forefinger from the base of the girl's spine down into the wide, heated crease of Monique's bottom. The tip of her finger touched the unflinching orifice of her darling's anus and sweetly, gently, Jean began to push it right into the so-tiny, so-tight rear hole.

Monique imitated the action, but moved her face so that their eyes met. Staring wondrously at each other, the girls insinuated their fingers with the slowest possible of movements into their respective arses, pushing with just the right amount of pressure so that not the slightest pain or discomfort was caused to either girl.

Meeting Monique's eyes, Jean felt a sudden rush of blood to her head. The pale blue eyes seemed to commune silently with her very soul. They stared frankly and without the slightest trace of embarrassment into hers, speaking of a feminine mystery that seemed far older than the girl's extreme youth; telling of the delights of shared female flesh… reminding her of the joys she had been missing for so long…

Jean wondered if the same expression was in her own eyes. She could feel them misting over, the outlines of Monique's features blurring as she seemed to stare beyond the girl's pupils into the innermost corners of her mind.

And still their fingers pursued their passage into their most secret and forbidden regions: now curling slightly so that their nails didn't scratch too sharply against the tender raw meat…

Unable to speak, Jean mouthed the words silently: “I love you, Monique”. She saw that the girl understood, realised that the love was shining brilliantly out of her eyes and that there was not the slightest need for her to voice her emotions. They were naked and unmistakable.

Jean kissed her again, softly this time — with only the gentlest of pressure. She felt Monique's hand leave her bottom (the girl's other hand remaining on the cheeks, splayed out with her forefinger embedded tightly in her arse) and slip between their bodies to unfasten her gown.

Easily, Monique parted the garment and opened it at the centre, sliding her hand up onto Jean's right breast. The fingers closed lovingly over the heavy swell, fondling the smooth flesh in a delicate and gentle caress — holding the breast as if it were the most fragile thing in the whole world.

When they next broke their kiss, Jean saw that Monique was staring down between their bodies, watching her hand as it rubbed and turned the nestling titty.

“Let's undress completely", Monique whispered suddenly. “I want to feel your body naked against mine — pushing into me! Please, Jean — take my clothes off!”

Gingerly withdrawing her finger from Monique's anus, Jean felt the girl pulling her own finger from its snug, tight place inside her own arse. Monique lay back on the bed, stretching full-length with her arms passively at her side. Jean stared at the girl for a brief moment, drinking in the sexy disarray of Monique's clothing: the skirt hoisted up to her waist, brief white panties pulled daringly down to expose her blonde-bushed sex.

Then she knelt beside her, leaning forward so that she could reach the hook and eye which held the girl's skirt in position. She unfastened it and slid the zipper down. Monique lay with her eyes half-closed, helping Jean by raising her legs slightly so that the woman could tug the skirt off more easily; but otherwise remaining quite motionless.

Jean turned her attention to Monique's panties. She peeled them slowly down the girl's thighs, slipped the skimpy briefs over the knees and lifted them carefully off Monique's ankles — raising them and catching a glimpse of the girl's pink-lipped quim which set her heart racing.

Her hands felt moist with excitement as she moved them to the hem of Monique's sweater. She maneouvred it upwards, exposing the white flesh of the girl's midriff. Jean lifted the clinging material over the brassiere cups, and Monique raised her arms indolently to allow her to tug the garment off.

When she was naked expect for her bra, the French girl rolled lazily over onto her tummy and Jean quickly unhooked the webbed harness. With Monique still lying face down, she worked the straps over the shapely shoulders and drew the brassiere from beneath the recumbent girl.

Before Monique could turn over again, however, Jean slipped both her hands under her chest and cupped the warm young breasts between her fingers. The nipples pressed hotly into her palms, burning lustfully and stiffly. Jean's dressing gown was completely open now and as she lowered her body down onto Monique's, fitting herself firmly with her thighs pressing into the backs of the girl's legs, she made her naked breasts sink voluptuously into Monique's bare back.

She began to kiss the nape of the French girl's neck, her lips brushing wetly and insinuatingly across the downy skin. Monique began to wriggle seductively beneath her, reaching her hands around so that she could again feel Jean's buttocks.

At length, they abandoned this rather awkward, though sexy position. Monique turned to face Jean and they crushed their now naked bodies together, bare tummies rubbing, breasts squashing. Their pubic mounds met in a violent thrusting of their loins, Jean's dark hair twining with Monique's blonde and wispier strands.

The upper lips of their cunts also touched — kissing almost as passionately as the girls' other mouths, which were once more engaged in an abandoned tongueing. They started to writhe their hips against one another, their hands stealing down to each other's buttocks and relishing the unclothed nakedness of the round firm cheeks.

Monique was the first to suggest a more intimate mode of love-play. Drawing her lips slightly away from Jean's, she murmured: “Shall I show you exactly what I was doing to myself in the bath, Jean?”

“Oh, yes, Monique — please do!”

The slim French girl wriggled slightly away from Jean's body, though the latter woman could still feel the animal warmth emanating from Monique's naked skin. She again assumed a position on her back, drawing her legs tightly together so that the raised curve of her cunt mound was almost hidden from view between her thighs.

Then, while Jean watched intently, hardly daring to blink for fear of missing a single intimate movement, Monique laid her right hand gently on her belly and began to caress the flat whiteness. She petted the skin lovingly, passing her fingers right across the gently rising and falling belly and caressing herself as if she were completely alone in the room.

Jean propped herself up on an elbow and stared down at the arousing spectacle; only a few brief inches from the slowly moving fingers. Monique very gradually stroked her hand downwards until the tips of her fingers began to pluck softly at the triangle of her hair which ineffectively concealed her cunt.