Roberta Taylor - Nasty Sharon

Bolder now, Sharon kneaded her breasts voluptuously which made Lita squirm.

Sharon finished off her drink. She could feel the glow from the gin in it now. Setting down the glass, she unzipped her shorts. She bent over and peeled them down along with her panties.

For an uncomfortable moment she was aware of the extreme hairiness of her twat. The spread of auburn curls started just below her belly button and formed a wide blotch bushing out on her mound. Below it narrowed to twin beards at her cuntlips. Her sleek, hairless thighs were crowded by the expanding fringes of pubic bush.

By contrast, Lita's pussy fur was a tiny blonde fluff, half-lost at the joining of her belly and thighs.

Lita now squirmed across the chaise lounge, which was a good five feet wide, a communal sunbathing incline.

She said, "Stretch out beside me, darling."

Sharon lay down where the other had indicated.

She closed her eyes against the sun's glare. She could feel the warmth of Lita's body next to her, but no flesh touched.

She waited tensely, wondering what would happen. But Lita made no move and Sharon began to loosen up, helped by the drinks she had consumed.

Lita spoke in a whisper. "Darling, I'm gad you're here. I like having beautiful people around me, male or female. Do you know what I mean?"

Sharon felt a slim finger slide into the palm of her hand. Yes, she knew what Lita meant.

She said, "I feel flattered. All this luxury. Inviting me to share it. It's terribly kind of you."

"You beautify everything I have, Sharon."

"But Lita, being an employee, I feel a little guilty. You see, I have a good job and Bud is a great boss. I don't want to take advantage of him."

"Do you dig Bud?"

There was a sharpness in Lita's voice.

Sharon said, "I guess all girls are a little in love with their bosses."

"Suppose he made a pass at you?"

Sharon knew that Lita would spot an outright lie.

She decided to speak the truth, or most of it anyway. She said, "Lots of girls would sleep with the boss to get a promotion. Maybe I would. I don't know. But Bud is terribly attractive. I'm afraid I'd tumble even if he weren't my boss. I mean, if he were just a date." She paused. "I shouldn't tell you this, you being his wife."

Lita squeezed her hand. "I like your honesty. And I'll tell you the truth. Bud has been in the business world for many years. Dozens of hot little pussies have split for him. But they've gotten nothing, except a good fucking, which they may or may not have enjoyed."

Lita fell silent. Eyes closed, Sharon felt herself soften as the voluptuousness of lying naked in the sunshine got to her. Her body seemed to sag. Lita's hand in hers bespoke affection rather than sex, and she soon grew used to it. It seemed to indicate that the other had accepted her explanations, dismissing the subject of an attractive husband and boss.

Sharon peeked down at their bodies, at lovely hillocks and creases. She liked looking at them, and feeling the sun beam into her twat, painting it with warmth.

"Sleepy?" Lita asked.

Sharon nodded. "It's my bedtime."

"Then take a nap, darling. Here, I'll kiss you good-night."

Sharon stiffened. She felt a shadow pass over her face as the broad brim of Lita's straw hat neared. Warm breath fanned her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, thinking, It's happening! My God, what's a dildo?

A soft moistness pressed her lips, then it was gone. But the feel had been creamy, as elusive as a breath of air. The shadow remained over her face. She peeked. Lita's lips remained close to hers.

Lita asked, "Sharon, do you like me?"

Sharon scanned the other's long, dark lashes, the velvety gold of her cheeks, the moist, rosy lips, the glint of pearly teeth.

She said, "I wish you weren't the boss' wife. If you were just any girl… Yes, I like you terribly. But you're not just Lita, you're Bud's wife, and anything I say will sound like buttering up."

She felt soft fingers caress her cheek.

"Did you like my kiss?"

Sharon was daring now. "As kisses go, it was kind of small."

Lights danced in Lita's eyes. "Would you like something larger?"

Sharon nodded. She was still trembling but her curiosity was aroused. She just had to try it out.

She saw Lita lick her lips. Then her mouth opened and she lowered. The shading hat brim neared. Wet softness oozed about Sharon's mouth, and into it as she let her lips be opened. There was a gentle suction drawing her tongue into the trough of Lita's tongue, which curled about it, laying it with a cool fire such as Sharon had never imagined.

Lita turned her head to get closer. Her mouth yawned. Sharon let her own jaw fall slack. In a moment she was tonguing deeply into the other girl's mouth. A strange silken movement slid down her tongue into her body, a gentle thing, mild compared to the hammering she felt when kissing a man, a dainty sensuality flickering in her cunt. She raised a hand and curved it about Lita's neck. The girl's silky hair seemed to envelop her fingers. She wound them into it and pressed the soft nape.

The kiss was like falling into a well and finding it filled with clouds of fluffy silk. She seemed to float, aware only of the tongue, now searching her mouth and her fingers combing into Lita's hair and caressing her neck.

Lita moved closer. A hot breast touched Sharon's tit and molded to its shape. A sharp nipple indented her flesh.

Excited now, Sharon sucked hard at the girl's mouth while turning her body against her. She felt burning flesh sear her from breast to thigh.

At last Lita broke free. She was gasping. She kissed Sharon's cheek.

"Darling Sharon! I wasn't sure… Not all girls enjoy… other girls… But you are very passionate. Did you really like it?"

"It made my toes curl. Please kiss me again?"

Lita squeezed her. "I want to kiss you until my mouth is sore. But sweetheart, the trouble is that I do fall in love. Stupid of me! I know better. And I understand you. You're like I was a few years ago when I married Bud. You're ambitious and probably as ruthless as I was. You'll use me."

Sharon remained silent.

"But I can't resist!" Lita cried.

Sharon felt a hand cup her exposed breast. Velvety fingers slithered about the hot orb. She looked down and saw them moving, slender, pale-gold digits against the white swell of flesh, now nudging at her swollen aureole and brushing the turgid nipple. The golden fingers traced circles, ellipses and arabesques on the rosy-capped white mound. The touch became more forceful; digging in, kneading, and yet it was gentle, an understanding feminine hand, lacking the harshness with which men toyed with titties.

Lita tweaked the nipple teasingly, then squeezed the base of it with thumb and forefinger and tenderly milked it out. The peg lengthened and became a brighter red. Lita repeated the caress, digging thumb and forefinger into the puffed aureole before tugging at it. This compromise between a slithering caress and a firm grip seemed to draw strings deep in Sharon's body. Her snatch pulsed. She squirmed, gasping for breath. She watched wide-eyed as her aureole, tingling with excitement, grew out to a puffy cone projecting the thrust of her red nipple.

Never had Sharon been so aware of a part of her own body. The one breast entirely filled her vision, a swollen mound on which blue veins fed through the white flesh to the aureole, the pimply graininess which bulged out to a rubbery puff. On the swollen nipple tip the milk-duct openings formed tiny craters.

Lita's fingers still moved slowly, rhythmically, but more firmly now, and at the end of each milking tug they clung, stretching the whole breast.

The gelatinous strings running to Sharon's cunt seemed elastic. Long after each pull, her cunt drew in to suck at itself. This lazy voluptuousness amazed her. Sex had always been a violent, wrenching thing, even masturbation. But Lita's toying with her nipple opened a while new vista of sensuality.