Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

There she felt herself beginning to climb up. She'd better put a stop to this. This was her last chance. And she was almost there. She was actually about to come…

"There," said Karen abruptly. "You're done."

The fingers vanished from her asshole and cunt.

Emily was left in a delirium on the verge of an orgasm, her face slack, her eyes unfocused.

"Turn around."

She turned.

"Step out."

She stepped.

She found herself folded into a vast towel, being patted dry by Karen's soft hands.

She was desperate. Inside the towel she allowed her hands to grasp her cunt for a moment, but she could hardly finish the come here. God, she needed it! She'd never get dry otherwise. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs. And it had all happened quite by accident. Karen hadn't meant to do this to her, surely. She didn't even know in what a state she had been left. But, oh Jesus, it felt good to have her breasts and back rubbed briskly dry by the other girl! To have Karen's arms around her from behind, cupping her big tits in terrycloth, jiggling them, milking them, swaying them every which way around her chest. She risked a quick dip into her cunt-slit with a long middle finger. If only she could masturbate! Oh, her clit was enormous, it was so excited.

"Now the powder."

The towel somehow had vanished. Emily stood jutting and naked in the middle of the humid room. Soon a cool flash of powder was sprinkled across her throat and the upper slopes of her breasts. Karen's hands followed wherever the powder led, smoothing the flesh, cooling it with the fragrant dust. The perfume curled into Emily's nostrils, making her even bore heady than she already was. Karen's hands and the perfume, Karen's caress and the lovely smell: she felt as though she might topple over.

Karen had already annointed her entire breasts with the powder. The girl had spent a long time shifting their weight about, making certain that she left no inch untended and unsavored. The wide brown nipples she drew forth until they nearly quivered with the attention, turning whitish with their sprinkling. And now she was performing the same ritual upon Emily's slender back. Emily felt her soothing hands growing closer to the ass which she had washed so wonderfully thoroughly only minutes before, and her intensity grew with the memory of it. Seemingly by accident, Emily managed to caress herself for an instant while Karen was bent to her task and would be unable to see. And it was such bliss, that momentary pressure upon her straining clit. Such delight! Oh God, to come!

And now Karen knelt before her with her face merely inches from the moisture and the agony of Emily's longing cunt. Surely she would notice the flowing juices, surely she would realize how her washing had affected Emily. Emily was dying with embarrassment. How could she have grown so excited? How? How? And Karen's light fingers just at the base of her belly were not helping matters. How they danced just above her hairy mound! How they twined their way down into the wonderful bush, brushing it with powder, turning it a lighter color, combing the hair until it all stood up in its thickest thatch. Oh, her cunt must be absolutely dribbling! She could feel the sheen of moisture making the insides of her thighs slippery. Unconsciously she tipped her hips forward, offering that lower mouth to her maid, making the lips kiss moistly open and the inner red more visible.

But at that instant the cap came off the powder jar, and the white perfume cascaded down Karen's front and spread across her stockinged legs. "Oh! Look what I've done!"

Emily was nearly too excited to see; certainly she could not speak. Only she watched as Karen bustled to save what powder she could. But there was so much spread across her uniform. And her stockings! Just look at those stockings. It would be easier, really, to take the uniform right off. Much simpler to clean it that way. Such a shame to have spilled all that wonderful powder. And then Karen's uniform was gone. She stood before Emily in panties, garterbelt, and the ruined stockings, her boyish body quite tanned and supple. "Perhaps you could help me with these stockings," she asked.

Emily could only nod.

Karen took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. She sat upon the edge of the bed with her long legs stretched out before her. "Perhaps you'd straighten them and brush away the powder. You see, I can't reach it all."

And, after all, that made sense. So difficult to reach all over one's legs. Emily knelt down between the girl's legs. Really, she had a lovely body, so trim, so slight. Not so gross as her own. Oh, how she wished that she might have been blessed with small, champagne-glass breasts like those.

But it was such a strange sensation, holding Karen's relaxed leg in her hands, brushing away the bits of powder. Karen reclined back upon her elbows, looking down the length of her sloping body to instruct Emily in her ministrations. Emily brushed one leg off thoroughly, taking time to make certain she had gotten all the excess from the brown flesh above the edge of the stocking. And then she raised the other thigh to repeat her operation. The action of raising the thigh made Karen's cunt gape open for a moment under its thin and translucent shield of nylon. Emily's eyes just happened to be upon it at that moment-really, just happened!-and she saw that Karen herself was excited. The crotch of the panties grew damp before her eyes, and a sweet and sexual odor began to suffuse the fragrance of the powder.

And how could this be? A coincidence, to be sure. That the two of them should have become excited purely by happenstance at the same time. Really, it was almost laughable.

"I don't… I'm not sure I've got them quite straight," said Emily. "If you'll just stand for a minute, I'll… "

Karen stood above her and opened her legs so that Em ily could slip her hand between. Emily found her face pressed against the top of Karen's thigh, just under the lacy fringe of her panties, as she fumbled with the stockings. Her nose was turned toward the bulge which evidenced Karen's moistening cunt, and she could smell the musk more strongly now. It was all so very odd! There was this girl's pussy right before her eyes. There was something awfully fascinating about another woman's sex. Truly, she did like to look at other cunts than her own, in public showers, for example. Just out of curiosity, of course. Merely a healthy curiosity. But this was certainly the closest she had ever been to one. It was a pretty thing, actually, the way it cupped down so smoothly between her opened thighs. Quite a lovely sight. Quite, well, exciting.

And as she understood that the sight was adding to her own torturous arousal, she was shamed. There was a name for women like that, women who grew excited by their own s ex. But as she began to draw back in confusion, Karen sat down again, holding Emily's head in her hands. Emily found her face pressed unequivocally against the moist and odorous crotchband of Karen's panties. A kiss was being offered her more strange than any she had ever imagined.

"I… " she managed to mumble against the hot and perfumed groin, and then, entirely of its own volition, her tongue came from between her lips and pressed itself tentatively against the very wet center of the bulging nylon. A tremor ran through Karen's body, and the girl's breath escaped with a hiss. Emily tried to turn her face to one side, to collect her thoughts, to draw away, but Karen held her securely with her hands and seemed to urge the intimacy once more. Well, once more might be all right, and her tongue began a longer and more complete caress this time. She began to taste the juices which were flowing sweetly, so like her own and yet quite different all the same. Strange, but not unpleasant at all. In fact, it was gratifying to feel the trembling which activated the girl each time her tongue returned to the spot where Karen's clit would be. She was such a friendly soul, after all, Karen, that it was nice to do something for her. She obviously enjoyed this sort of thing. Why not give her a bit of happiness? It was harmless when you thought about it. She really wasn't one of those. No, not at all. She was just repaying the compliment of the bath.