Arthur Alexander - Emily_s Lips

And then, just as he would have seen, Laura came out upon the lawn and called to her husband. With a shrug, the man turned away from Emily at the last possible moment and began to retrace his steps. He smiled at her as he walked away though, and, trembling with the narrowness of her escape, Emily raised her martini to him in a silent toast.

But Karen's tongue had done its work. Her clit had risen from its warm nest to preen against the girl's tongue. Flooded with relief as she was, she nearly spilled her drink, so violently did she shudder as Karen's tongue-tip began lapping earnestly upon that pleasure-giving organ. God, the sensation was too much! Right out here in the garden. She looked vaguely around at the trees and the manicured lawns until her eyes slowly closed with the ecstasy of it all. The finger inside her was joined by a second, and together they fucked her. And Karen's tongue! Oh, her tongue. The things she did with her tongue! And that tongue was driving her closer to an orgasm, she knew. She could feel it building all along her back and her trembling legs. She felt as though she had been lifted up off her feet and was suspended by nothing but the tongue and the fingers which were loving her cunt. She floated on thin air, high, high up into the sky, while those slippery things toyed ever more frantically with the wet cunt they knew so very well. And then it came upon her. She felt herself cream over the top and begin to batter her cunt lurchingly against Karen's mouth. Her climax lasted a long time, all while she gradually slowed her humping motion and grew aware that she was still upon the ground. The last tiny tremors of her ecstasy passed slowly over her. Karen drew her fingers smoothly and reluctantly from her flooded vagina. The girl's face was still pressed softly against Emily's opened pussy, and her tongue licked gently at the inner lips and the entrance of her hole. But then the tongue too removed itself. Emily felt one last slow kiss encompass her entire hairy sex, and then Karen's face emerged from underneath her dress.

Her lover's pretty face smiled up at Emily, and she s aw that Karen's chin and lips were coated with her cunt juices. The lips opened in a grin. "Hi," her friend said.

"Hi," Emily smiled back. "What a way to say hello."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Oh, you!"

Karen stood up. The world around them began to come back into reality for Emily, but nevertheless-or perhaps for that very reason Emily took Karen's face quite openly between her hands and drew it toward her so that she could taste her puss y still warm upon Karen's mouth. It was a brazen gesture, outright and provocative.

And performing it, as her tongue slowly licked her own taste off of Karen's lips, Emily grew intensely excited. She hoped that some of the tennis people might be watching.

All of them, in fact. She especially wanted Adrian to be aware that her tongue was licking her own cunt water off Karen's face. She knew just what such a sight would be doing to that great and lovely cock she had spent the afternoon with. It would be stirring anxiously inside his elegant trousers, wanting her again, wanting her mouththis very mouth that kissed deeply into the other woman's wanting it to close around its hot head and suck all the salty, white come from within.

What the hell, she thought wildly. If you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em.

Finally, she broke the kiss and glanced sideways to look her astonished audience right in the eye. Of course, as fate would have it, no one had been watching at all.

Karen found it difficult to catch her breath. "Jesus, what a kiss," she murmured.

But Emily was angry and disappointed. The one time she really had wanted to be watched! Damnation.

"Oh look," cried Karen then. "You've spilled your drink."

Indeed she had, all over the front of her dr ess, in fact, she had not only spilled the drink, but she had dropped the glass as well. Now that she thought back on it, she seemed to recall a faint impression of letting the glass go just as she came, but the orgasm had been so very wonderful that at the time she had not even noticed.

"I'd better change my clothes," she decided.

"I'll come with you. Can I take a shower in your room?"

"Of course."

Emily discovered that her room was cool, and blue, and shady at seven in the evening. With some little surprise, the fact was borne in upon her that she had lived in this house for less than twenty-four hours. She had never seen her room at this hour!

Karen, however, was not impressed by anything except the proximity of the shower.

She pulled her tennis shirt over her head and flung it into a chair. Her small, flat tits were glimmering with sweat, as were her shoulders and back. She kicked off her sneakers while unzipping her shorts, pulled both them and her panties down and off, and was naked before Emily even had a chance to unbutton her own bodice. A light and quick kiss landed on Emily's lips, and then she saw her friend's straight back disappearing through the bathroom door. "Ooo, this is going to feel good!" came a gleeful exclamation, and water began pour in the shower.

Emily took more time undressing. She opened the front of her dress and then stood for a long moment watching nothing in particular out the window. She pushed the windows open to allow a fr agrant and soothing air to circulate around her. It was an evening keen with slanting sun. The peak behind the house blazed golden as the long rays caught its granite sides. The view westward was astounding. Hardly a cloud masked the setting of the sun. The entire expanse of the heavens was delicately colored for her enjoyment. She pulled the soiled dress off her shoulders and stepped out of it. Cool air titillated her belly and her thighs. She watched as the sun sank behind the far horizon. What a day it had been, to be sure!

Then she felt a moist face and the wet ends of hair brush the back of her neck as she stood enchanted by the sunset. "Let me help "you with that," came a whisper, and the catch of her bra was undone.

She leaned back against her soft and towel swathed friend as hands came up to nuzzle at her gorgeous breasts. "I wasn't going to take it off," she murmured.

"Pity."

"We shouldn't. I'm tired."

"Oh God, such wonderful tits!"

Emily looked down her front to her breasts. They were being swung lightly from side to side by Karen's slim brown hands, and her nipples were being tweaked by longish fingernails. It was an arousing sight, and yet her tits were so very big that she felt self-conscious about them with Karen here. Now Karen's were nice tits. They were an understatement, more subtle, more restrained than her own overblown exuberance.

Again, Karen complimented her upon her breasts.

"You know," said Emily, turning to face her lover, "that makes me feel ridiculous.

Arthur used to say things like that too. As though I had had any choice! He'd say, ‘You have such big tits, and it would sound as though it were a condition', as you would say, ‘You have pneumonia.'

Karen chuckled, but her hands cupped those big breasts again and wheeled them upon Emily's chest.

"They aren't me," Emily continued. "I can't say, ‘Le tits c'est moi,' like the Sun King."

"Well, they may not be you, but they certainly add to all of that which is you."

"You're just as impossible as my husband."

"I admit it."

"I wish you'd stop doing that."

"I'm afraid I just can't."

"But this is… Karen, stop it. I'm hungry."

"Dinner won't be for another hour."

"Oh."

"Time enough to eat then."

"But we shouldn't, really."

"Ah, that's exactly where you're wrong, my love."

"I've been through so much today already."

"It's the best time."

"Karen!" Emily found herself backed against the bed. Somehow her knees buckled, and now she lay across the counterpane upon her back. "Karen, please. I'm tired."