Kill the Headlights
Valerie perched naked on the corner of the dresser, skimming her eyes over Nancy’s slender body; head to foot and then back again. She noticed the hesitation in her fingers as they slowly slid along every button and couldn’t help the smirk that curled her lips. Valerie’s voice was low and drawn out. “Come on, Nancy. I’ve seen you naked a hundred times. Don’t be shy.”
“I’m not shy…it’s just…that was different. We were naked. And now…well, you’re naked and all the way over there.”
“That’s just a minor detail. I’ve seen your body.” Valerie paused and looked down, gesturing towards her own breasts, before glancing back up at Nancy. “Now, you can see mine.”
The apples of Nancy’s cheeks turned slightly pink. “But, you’re watching me and you’re sitting there…” Her speech halted and she swallowed hard, looking down at the floor. Nancy stood, in the middle of the bedroom, her shirt unbuttoned and her fingertips nervously toying with the separated ends of the cloth. Finally, she tilted her head to the side and slightly blanched in that way Valerie actually found cute. Which was surprising, because Valerie never found anything cute. But, Nancy’s eyes would faintly bug and then almost roll up to the ceiling. “Fine, I’m a little shy.”
Valerie chuckled and rose to her feet. She tossed the little toy, she’d been playing with, onto the bed and slowly crossed the room. “So, it would help if I was naked…over here…with you?”
Nancy swallowed again, unsure if anything would really help still the butterflies in her stomach. But, she nodded as Valerie’s approach did appear to be calming the trembling in her hands, slowed her breathing; the blonde hair and luminous skin giving her ample distraction from her anxiety. Valerie slid her hands inside Nancy’s parted shirt and pushed it over her shoulders. “Though, shy is kinda sexy.”
Nancy smiled slightly and let the shirt fall down her arms to the floor. “Yeah?” She moved her hands to Valerie’s hips, stepping closer into her, and drawing a margin of confidence from the always self-assured woman in front of her.
Valerie lowered her lips to press against Nancy’s slender shoulder, gently moving her bra strap aside and soothing the skin beneath it with a moist kiss. She drew back and reached her arms around Nancy’s back, unclasping her bra and pulling it away from her body. “But, not too shy.” Valerie pressed her body closer, letting their breasts brush softly together. Her hands fell to the button of Nancy’s pants and she smiled before leaning into her lips. “I do want to get in your pants, after all.”
***
“Fuck, Nancy. Slow down, it’s not a race.” Valerie tightened her grip on Nancy’s hip and compelled her to open her eyes.
Nancy straddled Valerie’s hips, her hair clinging to her damp temples and the nape of her neck. A scarlet flush had spread across her chest, her small breasts moving with every deep breath. Valerie’s right hand held the toy still against her sex, for a moment. “Sorry.”
“And stop saying, sorry. I’m never going to get there if you keep saying sorry.” Her face was stern, but her blue eyes danced with a lusty mischief that Nancy failed to notice.
“Sorry.”
Valerie groaned low in the back of her throat at the reflexive apology.
“Sorry - argh.” Nancy bite her lip in apprehension as she watched Valerie close her eyes and take a deep breath. “…sorry…fuck.”
Valerie’s eyes snapped open and she flexed her wrist, dragging the toy over Nancy’s swollen lips. “There…see, say that. Every time you want to say sorry, say fuck.”
Nancy closed her eyes and laid her head back on her neck, as Valerie slowly moved the slick silicone against her. “Fuck.”
Valerie nodded slowly and moved her arm, rubbing the textured dildo over Nancy’s sex and up firmly against her clit. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Behind her closed lids Nancy thought of the toy that Valerie had shown up on her doorstep with. Valerie had positively glowed behind her smirk as she held up the transparent plastic bag, displaying the blue object it contained. Nancy wrinkled her nose and stepped aside to let Valerie into the house. “What the hell is that?”
“This, my sweet, is a tentacle.”
She imagined the small suction cups along its surface, as it alternately tickled and tantalized her slit. She moaned and ground down against Valerie’s hand, encouraging her, begging her for more. Nancy felt the cups, the ridges, the texture of it, as it slowly curved upward into her sex. She rolled her hips and fell forward, bracing her hands beside Valerie’s shoulders.
Valerie chuckled and pressed slowly on. “So you do like it, huh?” She thrust her wrist slightly forward and gently pulled it back a bit. “How do you like that?” Inch by excruciating inch she pressed the dildo further into Nancy, meeting no resistance to her gentle thrusts. “Nancy.”
She opened her eyes and glanced down at Valerie, beneath her. Her brown hair brushing around her face as she gently swayed back and forth; compensating for Valerie’s slow movements, by fucking herself on the toy with long, quick strokes. “I like it.”
“Hmm…I like it too.” Valerie drew a deep, cool breath into her lungs and enjoyed the sensation of Nancy’s soft breasts rubbing against her own, the brush of contact their nipples made as Nancy bounced back and forth.
“Valerie…please.” Nancy’s mouth parted in a gasp, as Valerie rolled her hips beneath Nancy and pressed her hand and the tentacle deeper inside her. The curvature took her breath, as it touched the hallowed place deep within her. She whimpered and lowered her head, devouring Valerie’s mouth.
Valerie followed the movement of her hips, and drove Nancy higher and higher with that delicate counter rhythm. Nancy pulled a tender lower lip between her teeth and moaned into Valerie’s mouth, feeling the crest of a wave build from low in her belly. Their damp and heated bodies moved together, the arch of a foot moving along a strained calf, a slick forearm curled around a thigh and encouraging it onto a hip; a hand thrust against Valerie’s sex, gentle fingertips drawing circles on her clit.
Nancy broke the kiss, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. The high-pitched whimpers moved like a bolt of electricity down to Valerie’s sex. She groaned through clenched teeth. A curious mantra began in Nancy’s head that she breathed out against Valerie’s lips. “Suckers…and feelers…and tentacles…Val.” Her voice caught, as the wave rode higher over her abdomen, the muscles in her inner thighs burning. “You invade me.”
Valerie flicked her thumb over Nancy’s clit, which triggered a reciprocal pinch against her own. With gasps and moans, and Nancy’s teeth buried in the side of a neck, the hot wave of climax crashed over them, dragging them under. Valerie turned her head, forcing Nancy off her neck. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, as they slowed and undulated together, drifting down from the peak of desire. Nancy collapsed atop Valerie, and released a breathy chuckle against her shoulder. “You’ve got to try this thing.”
“What do you think I’m waiting for?”
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“I’m not shy…it’s just…that was different. We were naked. And now…well, you’re naked and all the way over there.”
“That’s just a minor detail. I’ve seen your body.” Valerie paused and looked down, gesturing towards her own breasts, before glancing back up at Nancy. “Now, you can see mine.”
The apples of Nancy’s cheeks turned slightly pink. “But, you’re watching me and you’re sitting there…” Her speech halted and she swallowed hard, looking down at the floor. Nancy stood, in the middle of the bedroom, her shirt unbuttoned and her fingertips nervously toying with the separated ends of the cloth. Finally, she tilted her head to the side and slightly blanched in that way Valerie actually found cute. Which was surprising, because Valerie never found anything cute. But, Nancy’s eyes would faintly bug and then almost roll up to the ceiling. “Fine, I’m a little shy.”
Valerie chuckled and rose to her feet. She tossed the little toy, she’d been playing with, onto the bed and slowly crossed the room. “So, it would help if I was naked…over here…with you?”
Nancy swallowed again, unsure if anything would really help still the butterflies in her stomach. But, she nodded as Valerie’s approach did appear to be calming the trembling in her hands, slowed her breathing; the blonde hair and luminous skin giving her ample distraction from her anxiety. Valerie slid her hands inside Nancy’s parted shirt and pushed it over her shoulders. “Though, shy is kinda sexy.”
Nancy smiled slightly and let the shirt fall down her arms to the floor. “Yeah?” She moved her hands to Valerie’s hips, stepping closer into her, and drawing a margin of confidence from the always self-assured woman in front of her.
Valerie lowered her lips to press against Nancy’s slender shoulder, gently moving her bra strap aside and soothing the skin beneath it with a moist kiss. She drew back and reached her arms around Nancy’s back, unclasping her bra and pulling it away from her body. “But, not too shy.” Valerie pressed her body closer, letting their breasts brush softly together. Her hands fell to the button of Nancy’s pants and she smiled before leaning into her lips. “I do want to get in your pants, after all.”
***
“Fuck, Nancy. Slow down, it’s not a race.” Valerie tightened her grip on Nancy’s hip and compelled her to open her eyes.
Nancy straddled Valerie’s hips, her hair clinging to her damp temples and the nape of her neck. A scarlet flush had spread across her chest, her small breasts moving with every deep breath. Valerie’s right hand held the toy still against her sex, for a moment. “Sorry.”
“And stop saying, sorry. I’m never going to get there if you keep saying sorry.” Her face was stern, but her blue eyes danced with a lusty mischief that Nancy failed to notice.
“Sorry.”
Valerie groaned low in the back of her throat at the reflexive apology.
“Sorry - argh.” Nancy bite her lip in apprehension as she watched Valerie close her eyes and take a deep breath. “…sorry…fuck.”
Valerie’s eyes snapped open and she flexed her wrist, dragging the toy over Nancy’s swollen lips. “There…see, say that. Every time you want to say sorry, say fuck.”
Nancy closed her eyes and laid her head back on her neck, as Valerie slowly moved the slick silicone against her. “Fuck.”
Valerie nodded slowly and moved her arm, rubbing the textured dildo over Nancy’s sex and up firmly against her clit. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Behind her closed lids Nancy thought of the toy that Valerie had shown up on her doorstep with. Valerie had positively glowed behind her smirk as she held up the transparent plastic bag, displaying the blue object it contained. Nancy wrinkled her nose and stepped aside to let Valerie into the house. “What the hell is that?”
“This, my sweet, is a tentacle.”
She imagined the small suction cups along its surface, as it alternately tickled and tantalized her slit. She moaned and ground down against Valerie’s hand, encouraging her, begging her for more. Nancy felt the cups, the ridges, the texture of it, as it slowly curved upward into her sex. She rolled her hips and fell forward, bracing her hands beside Valerie’s shoulders.
Valerie chuckled and pressed slowly on. “So you do like it, huh?” She thrust her wrist slightly forward and gently pulled it back a bit. “How do you like that?” Inch by excruciating inch she pressed the dildo further into Nancy, meeting no resistance to her gentle thrusts. “Nancy.”
She opened her eyes and glanced down at Valerie, beneath her. Her brown hair brushing around her face as she gently swayed back and forth; compensating for Valerie’s slow movements, by fucking herself on the toy with long, quick strokes. “I like it.”
“Hmm…I like it too.” Valerie drew a deep, cool breath into her lungs and enjoyed the sensation of Nancy’s soft breasts rubbing against her own, the brush of contact their nipples made as Nancy bounced back and forth.
“Valerie…please.” Nancy’s mouth parted in a gasp, as Valerie rolled her hips beneath Nancy and pressed her hand and the tentacle deeper inside her. The curvature took her breath, as it touched the hallowed place deep within her. She whimpered and lowered her head, devouring Valerie’s mouth.
Valerie followed the movement of her hips, and drove Nancy higher and higher with that delicate counter rhythm. Nancy pulled a tender lower lip between her teeth and moaned into Valerie’s mouth, feeling the crest of a wave build from low in her belly. Their damp and heated bodies moved together, the arch of a foot moving along a strained calf, a slick forearm curled around a thigh and encouraging it onto a hip; a hand thrust against Valerie’s sex, gentle fingertips drawing circles on her clit.
Nancy broke the kiss, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. The high-pitched whimpers moved like a bolt of electricity down to Valerie’s sex. She groaned through clenched teeth. A curious mantra began in Nancy’s head that she breathed out against Valerie’s lips. “Suckers…and feelers…and tentacles…Val.” Her voice caught, as the wave rode higher over her abdomen, the muscles in her inner thighs burning. “You invade me.”
Valerie flicked her thumb over Nancy’s clit, which triggered a reciprocal pinch against her own. With gasps and moans, and Nancy’s teeth buried in the side of a neck, the hot wave of climax crashed over them, dragging them under. Valerie turned her head, forcing Nancy off her neck. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, as they slowed and undulated together, drifting down from the peak of desire. Nancy collapsed atop Valerie, and released a breathy chuckle against her shoulder. “You’ve got to try this thing.”
“What do you think I’m waiting for?”
This entry was originally posted at http://h4hahn.dreamwidth.org/25204.html