Changes - Part 18
Title: Changes - Part 18
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1287 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay laughed, grabbing Samantha’s t-shirt at both sides. She pulled the woman’s torso toward her and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Name your price.”
Samantha’s hand stopped as it touched the velvety skin of Lindsay’s leg. She wrapped her hand around it, caressing up and beneath the crinoline of the girl’s dress.
Lindsay was glad there was plenty of extra space on the table where Samantha had set up, leaving room for her to push the equipment back just enough. The woman helped to lift her onto the hard surface.
Reluctantly, she forced Samantha’s lips away from her neck and kissed her softly. Their first kiss had been spontaneous and quick - wonderful - but not nearly long enough. She held the woman’s face in her hands and pressed the heels of her feet tightly behind Samantha’s knees.
Samantha’s hand remained beneath Lindsay’s dress, kneading the skin of her strong legs. She slid two fingers beneath the material at the front of the girl’s panties and tugged gently at them to give her long digits some wiggle room.
The music playing in the background shook the table with a heavy bass line. Lindsay hummed along to the song, the movement of her lips reverberating against Samantha’s.
Samantha made a fist, to give herself more room still, and extended two fingers inside the girl. Lindsay’s insides were slick and inviting; she uttered a satisfied sound and bit down harder than intended on Samantha’s lip.
Their bodies writhed in time with each other. Lindsay grabbed the shoulders of Samantha’s t-shirt and pulled it away from the woman’s free arm. It hung from her other arm, brushing against Lindsay’s leg.
As her fingers began moving quicker, Samantha realized she was going to need more room and forced Lindsay’s panties down past her knee caps; they dropped and landed on her shoes where she kicked them to the side and dropped the t-shirt hanging off of her.
Her t-shirt landed draped over her laptop screen. By the time she had returned her attention to Lindsay, the girl had jumped down from the table and was forcing her against the wall-length window.
She pressed her palms against the woman’s rib cage and kissed her passionately. Samantha reached around her and unzipped her dress quickly. It dropped to the ground; Lindsay stood completely naked. She slid the dress away with her bare feet and her fingers climbed higher on Samantha’s torso.
The woman’s skin was warm and moist with perspiration. Lindsay found a clasp at the front of Samantha’s bra and fumbled as she undid it. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably; it was taking far too long to get this woman undressed!
The sheer material dropped between them. Lindsay kept her eyes focused on Samantha’s face as she spread her palms flat against the woman’s breasts. They were warm also and very soft. She made circles with her thumb and fingers around each nipple, all the while watching Samantha’s eyes for a reaction.
Lindsay pressed her hips forcefully against Samantha’s. She felt the leather of a belt rubbing against her sensitive skin and pulled away. She removed her hands hesitantly from Samantha’s chest, and struggled with the belt. As soon as it was undone, she unzipped her loose-fitting jeans. They slid, with ease, down the woman’s long legs and bunched over top of her shoes.
Samantha stumbled out of her jeans and stepped on them several times before kicking them halfway across the room. No time for obstacles.
Lindsay was surprised to spy a pair of pastel pink panties on Samantha. She smiled devilishly at the woman as she dragged her palms down Samantha’s stomach and crouched before her. A tiny black skull sat on the material covering Samantha’s hipbone; that was more like it.
She latched onto the cottony material with her front teeth and wiggled downward, taking Samantha’s underwear with her. The woman laughed and watched her, an amused expression on her face.
When they dropped to her ankles, Lindsay used her hands to slide them past the woman’s shoes.
She took her time standing back up, leaving quick kisses along Samantha’s thin legs, below her hipbone and on her stomach.
Her hands were behind the woman, cupping her small behind and holding her in place. She traced her tongue in circles around Samantha’s belly button, beneath each breast and took a hard nipple between her lips. She teased it with her tongue and her teeth, careful not to be rough.
Samantha leaned comfortably against the wall behind her, eyes closed, trying to regulate her rapid breathing.
Lindsay kissed back down Samantha’s stomach, slid her hands down to the back of the woman’s thighs and forced her legs to spread.
She could feel Samantha’s stomach rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled, waiting for an inhale before using her wet tongue to part Samantha’s opening.
The touch of Lindsay’s sharp tongue against her caused Samantha to inhale even deeper, gasping. Her senses were overloaded. She could feel ecstasy; smell it, hear it, taste it. She licked her lips and held tightly to the windowsill behind her.
Lindsay flattened her tongue and grazed the insides of Samantha’s thighs with its edges, pointing the end upward to make an entrance.
She was crouched on her knees now, helping Samantha recline against the wall. The woman was light and willing to contort to whatever position that allowed for easiest access; Lindsay was grateful.
Every breath Samantha took, Lindsay heard. She teased her tongue back and forth simultaneously with each one.
Samantha was wet but not enough to enter easily so Lindsay retracted her tongue and spun circles around her most sensitive nerve endings. She watched Samantha, whose neck seemed to roll in time with her tongue’s movements.
The woman emitted a deep groan, her knuckles white as she held on to the windowsill for dear life. She hoped she could stand long enough to endure this.
The circles slowed, as did Samantha’s breathing. Lindsay took back her tongue, licking her own lips as she stood back up.
Samantha looked at her, a sleepy-eyed expression on her face. She pressed her open mouth against Lindsay's.
Lindsay’s tongue explored Samantha’s mouth with the same hunger it had just embodied between her lower lips.
She didn’t look strong, but Lindsay managed to lift Samantha onto the windowsill, immediately thrusting a few fingers inside of her. Her body was pressed to the wall, her chest to Samantha’s. She used her thumb to trace firm circles around the woman’s clit.
Samantha slid back and forth on the windowsill, her back brushing against the blinds.
If Lindsay’s lessons had taught her anything, she was using them now. Her finger movements were precise and strategic. Her thumb spun like a pro and she toyed with the tender walls of Samantha’s insides like malleable dials. Samantha moaned her name; it sounded almost musical, as she pushed her hips forward roughly.
As Samantha began to climax, Lindsay’s tongue moved quicker inside of her mouth and her fingers pressed deeper.
The music in the background skipped as Samantha’s t-shirt caught on one of the auto-dials. The sound it made fit the frenzied moment perfectly.
Samantha exhaled one last time and her body began to tremble. Lindsay collapsed against her, forcing her against the cold window behind her.
As Lindsay steadied herself, the music stopped skipping and played an ambient, sexy song. She put her hands back behind Samantha and pulled the girl down from the sill and into her arms.
“Great lesson. How much do I owe you?” she said, trying to force back the smile forming on her lips.
Samantha grinned slyly. “Really? Coz I feel like I should be the one paying you.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1287 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: R - sexy time
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay laughed, grabbing Samantha’s t-shirt at both sides. She pulled the woman’s torso toward her and bit down gently on her shoulder. “Name your price.”
Samantha’s hand stopped as it touched the velvety skin of Lindsay’s leg. She wrapped her hand around it, caressing up and beneath the crinoline of the girl’s dress.
Lindsay was glad there was plenty of extra space on the table where Samantha had set up, leaving room for her to push the equipment back just enough. The woman helped to lift her onto the hard surface.
Reluctantly, she forced Samantha’s lips away from her neck and kissed her softly. Their first kiss had been spontaneous and quick - wonderful - but not nearly long enough. She held the woman’s face in her hands and pressed the heels of her feet tightly behind Samantha’s knees.
Samantha’s hand remained beneath Lindsay’s dress, kneading the skin of her strong legs. She slid two fingers beneath the material at the front of the girl’s panties and tugged gently at them to give her long digits some wiggle room.
The music playing in the background shook the table with a heavy bass line. Lindsay hummed along to the song, the movement of her lips reverberating against Samantha’s.
Samantha made a fist, to give herself more room still, and extended two fingers inside the girl. Lindsay’s insides were slick and inviting; she uttered a satisfied sound and bit down harder than intended on Samantha’s lip.
Their bodies writhed in time with each other. Lindsay grabbed the shoulders of Samantha’s t-shirt and pulled it away from the woman’s free arm. It hung from her other arm, brushing against Lindsay’s leg.
As her fingers began moving quicker, Samantha realized she was going to need more room and forced Lindsay’s panties down past her knee caps; they dropped and landed on her shoes where she kicked them to the side and dropped the t-shirt hanging off of her.
Her t-shirt landed draped over her laptop screen. By the time she had returned her attention to Lindsay, the girl had jumped down from the table and was forcing her against the wall-length window.
She pressed her palms against the woman’s rib cage and kissed her passionately. Samantha reached around her and unzipped her dress quickly. It dropped to the ground; Lindsay stood completely naked. She slid the dress away with her bare feet and her fingers climbed higher on Samantha’s torso.
The woman’s skin was warm and moist with perspiration. Lindsay found a clasp at the front of Samantha’s bra and fumbled as she undid it. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably; it was taking far too long to get this woman undressed!
The sheer material dropped between them. Lindsay kept her eyes focused on Samantha’s face as she spread her palms flat against the woman’s breasts. They were warm also and very soft. She made circles with her thumb and fingers around each nipple, all the while watching Samantha’s eyes for a reaction.
Lindsay pressed her hips forcefully against Samantha’s. She felt the leather of a belt rubbing against her sensitive skin and pulled away. She removed her hands hesitantly from Samantha’s chest, and struggled with the belt. As soon as it was undone, she unzipped her loose-fitting jeans. They slid, with ease, down the woman’s long legs and bunched over top of her shoes.
Samantha stumbled out of her jeans and stepped on them several times before kicking them halfway across the room. No time for obstacles.
Lindsay was surprised to spy a pair of pastel pink panties on Samantha. She smiled devilishly at the woman as she dragged her palms down Samantha’s stomach and crouched before her. A tiny black skull sat on the material covering Samantha’s hipbone; that was more like it.
She latched onto the cottony material with her front teeth and wiggled downward, taking Samantha’s underwear with her. The woman laughed and watched her, an amused expression on her face.
When they dropped to her ankles, Lindsay used her hands to slide them past the woman’s shoes.
She took her time standing back up, leaving quick kisses along Samantha’s thin legs, below her hipbone and on her stomach.
Her hands were behind the woman, cupping her small behind and holding her in place. She traced her tongue in circles around Samantha’s belly button, beneath each breast and took a hard nipple between her lips. She teased it with her tongue and her teeth, careful not to be rough.
Samantha leaned comfortably against the wall behind her, eyes closed, trying to regulate her rapid breathing.
Lindsay kissed back down Samantha’s stomach, slid her hands down to the back of the woman’s thighs and forced her legs to spread.
She could feel Samantha’s stomach rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled, waiting for an inhale before using her wet tongue to part Samantha’s opening.
The touch of Lindsay’s sharp tongue against her caused Samantha to inhale even deeper, gasping. Her senses were overloaded. She could feel ecstasy; smell it, hear it, taste it. She licked her lips and held tightly to the windowsill behind her.
Lindsay flattened her tongue and grazed the insides of Samantha’s thighs with its edges, pointing the end upward to make an entrance.
She was crouched on her knees now, helping Samantha recline against the wall. The woman was light and willing to contort to whatever position that allowed for easiest access; Lindsay was grateful.
Every breath Samantha took, Lindsay heard. She teased her tongue back and forth simultaneously with each one.
Samantha was wet but not enough to enter easily so Lindsay retracted her tongue and spun circles around her most sensitive nerve endings. She watched Samantha, whose neck seemed to roll in time with her tongue’s movements.
The woman emitted a deep groan, her knuckles white as she held on to the windowsill for dear life. She hoped she could stand long enough to endure this.
The circles slowed, as did Samantha’s breathing. Lindsay took back her tongue, licking her own lips as she stood back up.
Samantha looked at her, a sleepy-eyed expression on her face. She pressed her open mouth against Lindsay's.
Lindsay’s tongue explored Samantha’s mouth with the same hunger it had just embodied between her lower lips.
She didn’t look strong, but Lindsay managed to lift Samantha onto the windowsill, immediately thrusting a few fingers inside of her. Her body was pressed to the wall, her chest to Samantha’s. She used her thumb to trace firm circles around the woman’s clit.
Samantha slid back and forth on the windowsill, her back brushing against the blinds.
If Lindsay’s lessons had taught her anything, she was using them now. Her finger movements were precise and strategic. Her thumb spun like a pro and she toyed with the tender walls of Samantha’s insides like malleable dials. Samantha moaned her name; it sounded almost musical, as she pushed her hips forward roughly.
As Samantha began to climax, Lindsay’s tongue moved quicker inside of her mouth and her fingers pressed deeper.
The music in the background skipped as Samantha’s t-shirt caught on one of the auto-dials. The sound it made fit the frenzied moment perfectly.
Samantha exhaled one last time and her body began to tremble. Lindsay collapsed against her, forcing her against the cold window behind her.
As Lindsay steadied herself, the music stopped skipping and played an ambient, sexy song. She put her hands back behind Samantha and pulled the girl down from the sill and into her arms.
“Great lesson. How much do I owe you?” she said, trying to force back the smile forming on her lips.
Samantha grinned slyly. “Really? Coz I feel like I should be the one paying you.”