Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

«You would say that.»

«And I mean it. Look, Ben's the only nice guy with any authority around the station. All I get is . . . hassled by the others.»

«What do you mean hassled?»

«I think you know how it is in business,» said Velvet grimly. «And I can cry on Ben's shoulder about it. He can't do anything because it's the station manager insisting on his 'rights' with me, but Ben listens and is sympathetic.»

«So there's nothing sexual between you two?» asked Janet, surprised.

Velvet hardly knew how to respond. She decided honesty was the only policy. «I'd be lying if I said that. We've made it a couple times. We both needed someone there who cared. It was just one of those things. But he doesn't demand it from me. When we fucked, it was good for both of us.»

Janet sat down on the bed and simply stared at Velvet. Velvet hardly knew what to say next. The sight of the other woman disturbed her. Janet's tits were small, firm and apple-sized. The way they pressed into the fabric of her blouse made the woman look almost adolescent, but there was nothing budding about the womanly hips and the wonderfully curved ass.

Velvet shook herself. She was getting hot over another woman. That was something that had never happened before and she couldn't figure out why it should happen to her now, of all times.

«You're honest, at least. But you don't love Ben?»

«I like him a great deal and, unlike most of the men at the station, I respect him. And sex is great with him. But no, I don't love him – not in the way you mean.»

«Sex was good with Ben,» Janet said, her voice dreamy. «It might be again, if only . . .» Her voice softened to a whisper and tears beaded at the corners of her eyes. Velvet reached over and dabbed gently at them. One of the tears fell between the woman's ripe breasts and trickled down the deep canyon.

Without thinking, Velvet reached to dab at that wetness, too. And then she wasn't at all sure what happened. Janet's fingers were working on her blouse, getting her naked, just as her own fingers worked on resisting buttons. In less time than a heartbeat, both women were naked to the waist.

«God, your breasts are fantastic!» cried Janet. «No wonder Ben wanted you so much.»

«I wish mine were as firm as yours,» said Velvet, her fingers lightly moving over the small cones, stroking and teasing, finding their way to the very crest. She took one of the ruddy-colored buttons between her fingers and tweaked hard. Janet's expression turned from one of wonder to one of intense joy.

Her hands pressed down on top of Velvet's, mashing her tits flat against her chest.

«So nice, so damned nice. Keep doing that. Please, I need it so. It's been so long since anyone did this for me.»

Velvet couldn't refuse. And strangely enough, she was turned on by the satin feel of the woman's creamy titflesh under her fingers. She stroked and manipulated those boobs until she felt her pussy beginning to dampen.

After that, all hell broke loose.

Velvet passionately kissed Janet full on the lips. When the other woman responded totally, her tongue thrusting between Velvet's ruby lips, the kiss was all-consuming. Their tongues dueled and played hide and seek, darting from one mouth to the other. And soon, even this wasn't enough for Velvet's illicit passions.

She broke off the deep kiss and worked her mouth down across Janet's slender, swanlike throat. Her tongue tormenting the other woman's flesh, Velvet came to the deep crease between Janet's tits. She raked the soft skin with the tip of her pink, knowing tongue until Janet collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Her legs spread of their own will. And this was all the invitation Velvet needed to dive even lower. She quickly stripped off the woman's dress and panties, revealing a coppery nest of fleecy pubic hair. Velvet's tongue thrust into the center of this delightful bush and probed downward, spreading the pink, trembling cunt lips.

«Oh, yes, yes, I need it. Give me all your mouth love. Tongue-fuck my little cunny!» cried out Janet.

«Only if you'll do the same for me,» said a breathless Velvet. She had never made love to another woman before. The idea had crossed her mind many times, but the opportunity had never arisen. Now that it had, she couldn't back off. She had to try it. Besides, she was too turned on by the prospect of her mouth erotically kissing the other woman's sex lips.

She felt Janet fumbling to get her skirt off, then came a gust of hot breath as she licked and kissed across Velvet's aroused pussy lips. Velvet almost came.

There was no denying the thrill she got from the raking tongue as it plunged all the way up her cunt. The frothing juices boiling from her interior were quickly licked up, noisily sucked into Janet's mouth.

The wet, demanding mouth caused her to dive back into Janet's crotch to give at least as much as she was getting. Licking the entire length of the cunt lips caused those puffy flaps to tremble and shake as if they had some sort of carnal palsy. But the payoff came when Velvet found the meek little clit poking up from its sheath of protective flesh.

She pounced on it, sucking it fully into her mouth. Her satin lips caressed the tiny bud, coaxing it and stimulating. The salty, acrid tang of Janet's cunt oils made her mouth water. She used some of her spit to further lubricate the clit.

When she both sucked and lightly bit down on the go-button, Janet screeched and tensed all over. As her thighs clamped shut on either side of Velvet's head, the girl found herself both blind and deaf. But it didn't matter. She still had her sense of feel.

And feel she did. Her tongue lashed across the tip of the clitoris and then worked back to the gushing cunt hole. She started tongue-fucking that convulsing slit and kept Janet peaked on the orgasm until she finally sobbed in exhaustion. But Velvet wasn't finished. Her own cunt still needed careful, thoughtful attention. And a thought occurred to her how to best get it.

«Let's scissor our legs together,» she called out to Janet, hoping the other woman would understand what she wanted to do. When Janet responded immediately, Velvet was surprised. For her this was all new and excitingly different. Janet took to it like a duck takes to water, however, readily doing whatever Velvet wanted.

As their legs meshed together, their gashes were pressed tightly against one another. Velvet gasped as the other woman's crinkly bush stimulated her own trembling cunt lips. Rocking back and forth gave her the most intense stimulation she could get without a cock reaming out her pussy.

«Oh, this is too much,» she sighed, grabbing hold of Janet's foot and pulling the ankle firmly between her breasts. «I never thought it could be this good with another woman.»

«It can be better,» said Janet. And Velvet found out what the woman meant. Janet's toes curled around one of her tits, squeezing down on the rock-hard nipple. Velvet moaned softly, feeling the sensations mounting slowly in her belly.

When a man fucked her, the excitement was intense and came in slamming, demanding pulses. It didn't happen this way with Janet. The arousal was less intense but there was no slackening of passion. Everything built toward one huge orgasm.

«Where'd you learn to play with nipples using your toes?» asked Velvet, not caring.

«I know all sorts of things.»

Velvet tried to duplicate the toe-fondling on Janet's breasts but didn't have enough limber toes for it. Rather than let the other woman do all the giving, Velvet reached down and grabbed firmly on the foot, pulling it to her mouth.

Sucking loudly on Janet's toes produced an unexpected result. The other woman came – hard.

Her entire body tensed as she sobbed out her joy. Then her hips went berserk, rocking back and forth, grinding her sex lips into Velvet's. The stimulation at her pussy was almost enough to get Velvet off, but she clung tenaciously to the other woman's foot, sucking and licking the toes wiggling in her mouth.