All I Want is You - Part 27
Title: All I Want is You - Part 27
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 745 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
What dress? Samantha thinks. She’s long forgotten about the dress and her mind is consumed by the paralyzing touch of Lindsay’s fingertips on her thigh.
The girl lifts Samantha’s leg, holds it at waist level with the inside of her elbow behind the woman’s knee. She watches Samantha’s face in the mirror, her eyes gently closed and bottom lip trapped between her teeth. As she pushes herself more forcefully between the woman’s legs, Samantha stifles a moan and her lip turns white as she bites down harder.
Samantha wraps her lifted leg around Lindsay’s waist, presses her ankle against the girl’s back. Lindsay bites down on her own lip; she loves being so close to Samantha. When they’re together like this, she feels like she belongs - she’s a part of something much bigger.
Lindsay moves her palm from Samantha’s back and glides it around to the front of the woman’s torso. Her fingertips practically float along the silky material of the dress and down her stomach. Her tiny, agile hands manage to slip between the two of them, hovering above the thin layer of lacy panties Samantha chose to wear that morning.
“Mmm…these are new,” Lindsay comments as she takes a moment to appreciate this new, more feminine side of her fiancé.
“I’ve had them a while. Just wanted to save them for a special occasion,” Samantha says, pressing her warm cheek hard against Lindsay’s.
Pulling back slightly, Lindsay catches Samantha’s lips on her own. The woman places both of her hands behind Lindsay’s neck, her thumbs pressed firmly against the soft skin behind the girl’s ears. With her tongue, she playfully parts Lindsay’s lips and teases along the inside of her teeth.
From the side of her mouth, Lindsay mumbles. “Mmm, this a special occasion?”
Samantha grins and nods, retrieving her tongue and closing her mouth against Lindsay’s still slightly parted lips. “Feels pretty special to me.” She looks down slyly at the girl’s hand, paused just between her legs.
Outside the fitting room, they can hear other customers mulling around, talking in quiet tones amongst themselves. Samantha can’t explain this new sensation rising in her - a kind of adrenaline rush she’s never felt - knowing how easily she and Lindsay could be caught.
As the backside of Lindsay’s hand brushes gently against the skin of her inner thigh, Samantha steals a glance at her own reflection - someone she doesn’t recognize. Yet. The steel blue dress form-fits to her body - for once, she actually has curves and appreciates them. Bits of still closely cropped hair have grown longer than she’s had them in years. They curl subtly against her skin, framing the youthful face she sometimes takes for granted. Her eyes are open narrowly, her lips gently pursed. For the first time, honestly, she thinks to herself, you’re beautiful.
Quickly, she is torn from her moment of revelatory self rediscovery, when Lindsay’s poised, delicate fingers make their way past the lace of her panties, sending shockwaves of moist wetness from between her legs to the pit of her stomach and back again.
She presses her palms flat against the mirrored walls but can’t keep them steady. Her legs feel shaky already and she knows it’s just begun. The girl’s fingertips tease past her skin and slip effortlessly inside of her. She groans loudly, catches herself with a hand over her mouth, and blushes.
Everything feels different this time. She feels liberated - completely in control of how she feels, wants to feel - and damn, does it feel good.
“’Scuse me? Anyone in there?” a loud voice says from outside. Both girls panic, freeze in their position. Should they answer?
“Mhmm…” Lindsay mumbles, stifling an embarrassed laugh with her mouth against Samantha’s shoulder.
“Have you tried everything on? We’re kind of short on fitting rooms today, you know, with renovations and everything. How much longer do you think you’ll need?”
Samantha covers her face with a flat palm, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She looks at Lindsay, trying to figure out their next move.
“Sorry, just having trouble deciding. We…I’ll be out in 5. Just let me change back into my clothes,” Lindsay responds.
Samantha looks at her, shocked. Lindsay grins, placing her chin on the woman’s shoulder. Her fingers have already begun to do their job; she knows Samantha won’t protest now. In a breathy tone she whispers against the woman’s earlobe. “I promise, you’ll be satisfied and dressed in 5…no, let’s make that 4 minutes.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 745 words
Summary: What’s meant to be will be.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
What dress? Samantha thinks. She’s long forgotten about the dress and her mind is consumed by the paralyzing touch of Lindsay’s fingertips on her thigh.
The girl lifts Samantha’s leg, holds it at waist level with the inside of her elbow behind the woman’s knee. She watches Samantha’s face in the mirror, her eyes gently closed and bottom lip trapped between her teeth. As she pushes herself more forcefully between the woman’s legs, Samantha stifles a moan and her lip turns white as she bites down harder.
Samantha wraps her lifted leg around Lindsay’s waist, presses her ankle against the girl’s back. Lindsay bites down on her own lip; she loves being so close to Samantha. When they’re together like this, she feels like she belongs - she’s a part of something much bigger.
Lindsay moves her palm from Samantha’s back and glides it around to the front of the woman’s torso. Her fingertips practically float along the silky material of the dress and down her stomach. Her tiny, agile hands manage to slip between the two of them, hovering above the thin layer of lacy panties Samantha chose to wear that morning.
“Mmm…these are new,” Lindsay comments as she takes a moment to appreciate this new, more feminine side of her fiancé.
“I’ve had them a while. Just wanted to save them for a special occasion,” Samantha says, pressing her warm cheek hard against Lindsay’s.
Pulling back slightly, Lindsay catches Samantha’s lips on her own. The woman places both of her hands behind Lindsay’s neck, her thumbs pressed firmly against the soft skin behind the girl’s ears. With her tongue, she playfully parts Lindsay’s lips and teases along the inside of her teeth.
From the side of her mouth, Lindsay mumbles. “Mmm, this a special occasion?”
Samantha grins and nods, retrieving her tongue and closing her mouth against Lindsay’s still slightly parted lips. “Feels pretty special to me.” She looks down slyly at the girl’s hand, paused just between her legs.
Outside the fitting room, they can hear other customers mulling around, talking in quiet tones amongst themselves. Samantha can’t explain this new sensation rising in her - a kind of adrenaline rush she’s never felt - knowing how easily she and Lindsay could be caught.
As the backside of Lindsay’s hand brushes gently against the skin of her inner thigh, Samantha steals a glance at her own reflection - someone she doesn’t recognize. Yet. The steel blue dress form-fits to her body - for once, she actually has curves and appreciates them. Bits of still closely cropped hair have grown longer than she’s had them in years. They curl subtly against her skin, framing the youthful face she sometimes takes for granted. Her eyes are open narrowly, her lips gently pursed. For the first time, honestly, she thinks to herself, you’re beautiful.
Quickly, she is torn from her moment of revelatory self rediscovery, when Lindsay’s poised, delicate fingers make their way past the lace of her panties, sending shockwaves of moist wetness from between her legs to the pit of her stomach and back again.
She presses her palms flat against the mirrored walls but can’t keep them steady. Her legs feel shaky already and she knows it’s just begun. The girl’s fingertips tease past her skin and slip effortlessly inside of her. She groans loudly, catches herself with a hand over her mouth, and blushes.
Everything feels different this time. She feels liberated - completely in control of how she feels, wants to feel - and damn, does it feel good.
“’Scuse me? Anyone in there?” a loud voice says from outside. Both girls panic, freeze in their position. Should they answer?
“Mhmm…” Lindsay mumbles, stifling an embarrassed laugh with her mouth against Samantha’s shoulder.
“Have you tried everything on? We’re kind of short on fitting rooms today, you know, with renovations and everything. How much longer do you think you’ll need?”
Samantha covers her face with a flat palm, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She looks at Lindsay, trying to figure out their next move.
“Sorry, just having trouble deciding. We…I’ll be out in 5. Just let me change back into my clothes,” Lindsay responds.
Samantha looks at her, shocked. Lindsay grins, placing her chin on the woman’s shoulder. Her fingers have already begun to do their job; she knows Samantha won’t protest now. In a breathy tone she whispers against the woman’s earlobe. “I promise, you’ll be satisfied and dressed in 5…no, let’s make that 4 minutes.”