At first, Laura's kiss was shy and gentle, just like her. She barely brushed her lips against mine, just enough to feel skin on skin, wondering if I would pull away from her. She let one breath's worth of a laugh out as she felt me strain up to meet her, then let herself move in and kiss me for real. I could taste a hint of prosecco on her lips and wondered if she could hear my heart slamming into my chest.
Laura moved a hand along my jawline and turned my head where she wanted it. Her other hand wandered back into my hair. Oh, she could kiss. She made me feel like a luxury she'd been saving up for, capturing every bit of my lips with hers. Bliss flowed through me like warm honey and made me feel languid and excited all at once. Laura was finally kissing me, and all I had to do -- all I could do -- was relax and give myself to her.
She finally pulled back for a moment, looking into my eyes to check in. I nodded my OK and tried not to swoon too much. Laura moved her fingers up to stroke my cheek and trace her thumb along my lips.
"So soft," she murmured, "I knew it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
She held my face and moved in to kiss me again, smiling as she saw how eager I was to meet her. I suppose I should have played harder to get, but I couldn't -- almost as soon as our lips met, I opened my mouth to accept her tongue, feeling dizzy with happiness as she explored my mouth and then drew me in to taste hers. Laura's hand moved down to let her fingertips laze along my neck, and then I felt her move down a little further to toy with the first button of my shirt. I couldn't help it -- I arched my back toward her touch, making Laura laugh deep in her throat. She ran her fingers back up along the line where my shirt met skin just to tease me, then slowly slid down to that top button again.
I wanted her to undo it so badly. With no voice and my wrists bound, all I could do was strain towards her again, feeling how tight my breasts were pressed against the thin material. I felt Laura smile as she kissed me, and then felt her nimble fingers undo the button and expose just a little more skin. She slipped her hand inside my shirt to touch the silky material of my bra -- thank every goddess I could think of that I'd worn some of my favorite underwear -- and then seemed to hesitate, torn between opening up another button and sliding over onto my breast. Laura's hand was just beginning to slide over my breast when we heard laughter in the hallway.
Fortunately, Sandie and her friends were anything but stealthy. By the time Sandie threw the door open -- without knocking -- Laura was innocently holding my head up to give me a sip of margarita. But we hardly pulled it off perfectly. There was no way Sandie missed the dishevelment of my shirt, and I knew my face had to be flushed. Laura looked perfectly cool, but she was breathing just a little too hard. I was glad to see I'd had an effect on her too.
I almost felt bad for Sandie. She kept a big smile on her face as she said "What are you two doing in here?" just a little too loudly, but I could see the insecurity in her eyes.
"Just having a little quiet time," Laura responded. Then she gave me another sip of margarita and smoothed a strand of my hair. Sandie definitely noticed that the smoothing meant that something had gotten my hair tangled. The toothy white smile wavered for just a moment.
"You should come back out, Laura," she commanded, "you've been in here forever."
Laura looked at Sandie with perfect calm for one blink. "I'm fine right here. The rules are that Jen has to stay here for an hour, and that three people can visit. There aren't any time constraints on me."
For once, Sandie didn't have a response, even when her acolytes looked to her for a zinger. Laura got up and put her hand on Sandie's shoulder, gently propelling her out of the room.
"Why don't you go back to the party?" Laura suggested, "You'll have more fun. This is the quiet room."
And then she closed the door behind them and turned the lock.
"Besides," Laura said as she turned back to me and a grin spread across her face, "They were too many visitors. We're playing by the rules in here, right?"
I nodded, then couldn't help a little nervous swallow. Laura let out a giggle as she came over and sat back down beside me.
"Sandie means well," she murmured as she smoothed one hand through my hair and send the other one wandering back down to my shirt, "but she's awfully aggressive." Sandie distracted me with tiny kisses along my lips and jaw as she slipped open the next few buttons of my shirt. "I like a more subtle approach, don't you?"
I nodded again as Laura swept me into a deep kiss. I heard my own heart pound as she slid a hand around the back of my head to pull me a little closer. Her other hand played lightly up my stomach and I felt Laura grin against my mouth as my breathing got harder. She traced her fingers upwards to the button she'd hastily redone just before Sandie and her friends burst in and unbuttoned it without ceremony -- just getting us back to where we'd been.
The other buttons, she took her time with. Laura pulled back and looked into my eyes as she undid the next one, then spread my shirt apart as far as she could. She kissed her way down the center of my body as she did away with the last two, then sat back to look at me. I strained toward a little, silently pleading for another kiss, but Laura gave me one of her crooked smiles and touched my cheek.
"No," she said, "I want to be able to look at you when I do this."
She drew her finger down my neck and smiled again at my shiver of anticipation. Then she lazily traced her way down and explored the outer edges of my bra. My nipples tightened as I took a moment to thank whatever impulse had led me to choose my silkiest bra. I arched toward Laura's hand as she moved inward, tantalizingly close to my nipple. She teased me a little more just for the pleasure of seeing me squirm toward her hand, then finally took mercy on me and captured my nipple between her finger and thumb.
It felt so incredible I gave up my view of Laura's beautiful blue eyes as I closed mine and rolled my head back in pleasure. I arched again as I felt electricity sizzle through my nerves. I wanted to open my eyes again to make sure that Laura was really there, that it was all really happening, but the way she was toying with my nipple overrode everything. She teased and swirled her fingers over the fabric of my bra, tweaking and pinching me into distraction.
I finally managed to barely open my eyes and look at Laura through a haze of lust.
"You like that," she grinned. I nodded, all thoughts of preserving my dignity long gone.
"So you'll like this, then."
Laura slipped her hand inside my bra and tweaked me again, and the sudden change in intensity made me slip and let out a tiny whimper of pleasure. Laura pulled her hand away and tried to suppress a smile long enough to put on a mock stern face. She tapped a mock-scolding finger on my lips.
"I told you that if you didn't stay quiet, you'd have to pay a penalty."
Laura took a fraction of a second to check in and make sure I really wanted whatever penalty she might want to dole out, and then in one quick motion she pulled my bra up over my breasts, leaving me exposed to her. I turned away and blushed, but Laura stroked her hand all over my chest and stomach.
"You have nothing to blush about, Jen," she soothed. "You're gorgeous."
And then she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth. I managed to keep my voice quiet, but couldn't stop the gasp of pleasure. Laura's mouth was incredible, so warm and wet and sweet. I panted and strained at the ties around my wrists as she swirled her tongue around me and sucked until she had me panting and my clit throbbed for release. Laura finally came up again for a kiss and I took her greedily, trying to give her back a fraction of the pleasure she'd been giving me.
I was dimly aware of the party still going on on the other side of the wall, but mostly I felt delirious with pleasure as I took Laura's tongue into my mouth and writhed as she let her hand roam all over my breasts. Laura finally pulled back even as I strained upwards to keep her mouth on mine. She stroked my hair as I looked a question at her.
"It's OK -- nothing's wrong," she murmured, "It's just that this angle is getting a little problematic."
And with that, Laura climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I must have looked as overjoyed as I felt, because Laura laughed as she settled in. And then she pulled her sweater over her head. Her lovely small breasts were perfect and she let me admire her for a minute as she played her hands around her bra, then she finally took it off and dropped it to the floor.
Laura leaned forward and scooched up my body, leaning in and away to tease me with those sweet, perfect little breasts. Her nipples were hard and a deep rose -- incredibly tempting, and I ducked upward to try to capture one as Laura giggled. Finally Laura lowered herself down enough that I could take one into my mouth. Absolutely lovely. I sucked gently and fluttered my tongue all around it. Laura rolled her hips and let out a low moan. Oh, she was lovely. She moved over to let me worship her other breast, rocking her hips again as I swirled my tongue over her, trying to get those hips to jolt.
I would have been happy to lavish attention on her like that forever, but Laura pulled away again. She moved back down my body just a bit, then lowered herself on top of me, easing one of her thighs between mine. I exhaled with giddy pleasure as our breasts touched and Laura kissed me again, rocking into me as she did so.
Our tongues twined together as Laura showed an uncanny expertise at making the seam of my jeans brush up against my clit. My hands clenched and strained helplessly, begging to be released from the ties as I bucked my hips to meet Laura's thrusts and pushed my right knee up to rub against her.
"Yesss," Laura hissed, and rocked against me harder. Our mouths snatched for each other and her nipples dragged against mine. I felt like my whole body was lighting up and my clit was on fire as Laura rubbed against me perfectly... So perfectly...
I felt the heat from my clit coil up and outwards, flowing up my spine and across my breasts as Laura rocked against me just a little faster... just a little harder...
Suddenly I was squirming to pull away from her, begging Laura to stop in a frantic whisper.
"Laura, wait, please wait, please -- I can't --"
Laura stopped and looked at me, then planted kisses across my forehead.
"What's wrong?" She gave a slow, tentative grind with her thigh, making me nearly helpless with pleasure.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "We have to stop -- I'll come."
Laura gave me a slow, lazy grin.
"That's kind of the idea," she said, and then she bent to suck on my neck as she ground into me a little more firmly.
"They'll hear..."
"Then you'll have to be very controlled, won't you?"
Laura gave me a friendly, wicked smile, and then she was resting her weight on me again, nibbling and sucking my neck as she ground her thigh into me and my hips bucked against her of their own accord. My breath came in short gasps and I bit my lip, desperate to keep quiet as little whimpers and moans started to escape. I turned my head to the side, then tried to bury my face in Laura's shoulder as my body built toward an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop anymore.
I looked into Laura's eyes. dizzy with arousal, and saw Laura's excitement at how turned on I was and how close she was to her own release.
Finally when she knew I couldn't take anymore, Laura took pity on me and grabbed a spare pillow and put it by my head. I turned my head into the pillow to muffle my cries and twined my legs around hers as my orgasm hit, arching me against her as my whole body bucked. Laura held me as I shouted into the pillow and thrust against her, then dropped her face into my shoulder to stop the noise of her own sighs as she rode me and came hard against my thigh.
After her last thrust, Laura turned my face back to her so she could kiss me while I trembled through the aftershocks, grinning and cooing at every shiver.
When I finally stilled, Laura kissed me long and sweetly, pulling me in for a hug. She finally untied me and let me hold her against me for a moment before she pulled back to massage my wrists.
I looked at the clock: Only a few minutes left.
"I guess we have to go back to the party," I said as I reached down to retrieve my bra.
"I don't think so, Jen."
I looked at Laura and saw her eyes sparkle with humor as she tried her best to put on a stern face.
"But my time's almost up."
"I told you that if you made noise, there would be a penalty. You've made several -- and you're talking right now." Laura couldn't suppress her crooked smile. "You've got a lot of penalties coming to you. Don't you think we should go to my place and sort those out?"
I couldn't think of a thing to say against that plan.
Laura moved a hand along my jawline and turned my head where she wanted it. Her other hand wandered back into my hair. Oh, she could kiss. She made me feel like a luxury she'd been saving up for, capturing every bit of my lips with hers. Bliss flowed through me like warm honey and made me feel languid and excited all at once. Laura was finally kissing me, and all I had to do -- all I could do -- was relax and give myself to her.
She finally pulled back for a moment, looking into my eyes to check in. I nodded my OK and tried not to swoon too much. Laura moved her fingers up to stroke my cheek and trace her thumb along my lips.
"So soft," she murmured, "I knew it. I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
She held my face and moved in to kiss me again, smiling as she saw how eager I was to meet her. I suppose I should have played harder to get, but I couldn't -- almost as soon as our lips met, I opened my mouth to accept her tongue, feeling dizzy with happiness as she explored my mouth and then drew me in to taste hers. Laura's hand moved down to let her fingertips laze along my neck, and then I felt her move down a little further to toy with the first button of my shirt. I couldn't help it -- I arched my back toward her touch, making Laura laugh deep in her throat. She ran her fingers back up along the line where my shirt met skin just to tease me, then slowly slid down to that top button again.
I wanted her to undo it so badly. With no voice and my wrists bound, all I could do was strain towards her again, feeling how tight my breasts were pressed against the thin material. I felt Laura smile as she kissed me, and then felt her nimble fingers undo the button and expose just a little more skin. She slipped her hand inside my shirt to touch the silky material of my bra -- thank every goddess I could think of that I'd worn some of my favorite underwear -- and then seemed to hesitate, torn between opening up another button and sliding over onto my breast. Laura's hand was just beginning to slide over my breast when we heard laughter in the hallway.
Fortunately, Sandie and her friends were anything but stealthy. By the time Sandie threw the door open -- without knocking -- Laura was innocently holding my head up to give me a sip of margarita. But we hardly pulled it off perfectly. There was no way Sandie missed the dishevelment of my shirt, and I knew my face had to be flushed. Laura looked perfectly cool, but she was breathing just a little too hard. I was glad to see I'd had an effect on her too.
I almost felt bad for Sandie. She kept a big smile on her face as she said "What are you two doing in here?" just a little too loudly, but I could see the insecurity in her eyes.
"Just having a little quiet time," Laura responded. Then she gave me another sip of margarita and smoothed a strand of my hair. Sandie definitely noticed that the smoothing meant that something had gotten my hair tangled. The toothy white smile wavered for just a moment.
"You should come back out, Laura," she commanded, "you've been in here forever."
Laura looked at Sandie with perfect calm for one blink. "I'm fine right here. The rules are that Jen has to stay here for an hour, and that three people can visit. There aren't any time constraints on me."
For once, Sandie didn't have a response, even when her acolytes looked to her for a zinger. Laura got up and put her hand on Sandie's shoulder, gently propelling her out of the room.
"Why don't you go back to the party?" Laura suggested, "You'll have more fun. This is the quiet room."
And then she closed the door behind them and turned the lock.
"Besides," Laura said as she turned back to me and a grin spread across her face, "They were too many visitors. We're playing by the rules in here, right?"
I nodded, then couldn't help a little nervous swallow. Laura let out a giggle as she came over and sat back down beside me.
"Sandie means well," she murmured as she smoothed one hand through my hair and send the other one wandering back down to my shirt, "but she's awfully aggressive." Sandie distracted me with tiny kisses along my lips and jaw as she slipped open the next few buttons of my shirt. "I like a more subtle approach, don't you?"
I nodded again as Laura swept me into a deep kiss. I heard my own heart pound as she slid a hand around the back of my head to pull me a little closer. Her other hand played lightly up my stomach and I felt Laura grin against my mouth as my breathing got harder. She traced her fingers upwards to the button she'd hastily redone just before Sandie and her friends burst in and unbuttoned it without ceremony -- just getting us back to where we'd been.
The other buttons, she took her time with. Laura pulled back and looked into my eyes as she undid the next one, then spread my shirt apart as far as she could. She kissed her way down the center of my body as she did away with the last two, then sat back to look at me. I strained toward a little, silently pleading for another kiss, but Laura gave me one of her crooked smiles and touched my cheek.
"No," she said, "I want to be able to look at you when I do this."
She drew her finger down my neck and smiled again at my shiver of anticipation. Then she lazily traced her way down and explored the outer edges of my bra. My nipples tightened as I took a moment to thank whatever impulse had led me to choose my silkiest bra. I arched toward Laura's hand as she moved inward, tantalizingly close to my nipple. She teased me a little more just for the pleasure of seeing me squirm toward her hand, then finally took mercy on me and captured my nipple between her finger and thumb.
It felt so incredible I gave up my view of Laura's beautiful blue eyes as I closed mine and rolled my head back in pleasure. I arched again as I felt electricity sizzle through my nerves. I wanted to open my eyes again to make sure that Laura was really there, that it was all really happening, but the way she was toying with my nipple overrode everything. She teased and swirled her fingers over the fabric of my bra, tweaking and pinching me into distraction.
I finally managed to barely open my eyes and look at Laura through a haze of lust.
"You like that," she grinned. I nodded, all thoughts of preserving my dignity long gone.
"So you'll like this, then."
Laura slipped her hand inside my bra and tweaked me again, and the sudden change in intensity made me slip and let out a tiny whimper of pleasure. Laura pulled her hand away and tried to suppress a smile long enough to put on a mock stern face. She tapped a mock-scolding finger on my lips.
"I told you that if you didn't stay quiet, you'd have to pay a penalty."
Laura took a fraction of a second to check in and make sure I really wanted whatever penalty she might want to dole out, and then in one quick motion she pulled my bra up over my breasts, leaving me exposed to her. I turned away and blushed, but Laura stroked her hand all over my chest and stomach.
"You have nothing to blush about, Jen," she soothed. "You're gorgeous."
And then she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth. I managed to keep my voice quiet, but couldn't stop the gasp of pleasure. Laura's mouth was incredible, so warm and wet and sweet. I panted and strained at the ties around my wrists as she swirled her tongue around me and sucked until she had me panting and my clit throbbed for release. Laura finally came up again for a kiss and I took her greedily, trying to give her back a fraction of the pleasure she'd been giving me.
I was dimly aware of the party still going on on the other side of the wall, but mostly I felt delirious with pleasure as I took Laura's tongue into my mouth and writhed as she let her hand roam all over my breasts. Laura finally pulled back even as I strained upwards to keep her mouth on mine. She stroked my hair as I looked a question at her.
"It's OK -- nothing's wrong," she murmured, "It's just that this angle is getting a little problematic."
And with that, Laura climbed onto the bed and straddled me. I must have looked as overjoyed as I felt, because Laura laughed as she settled in. And then she pulled her sweater over her head. Her lovely small breasts were perfect and she let me admire her for a minute as she played her hands around her bra, then she finally took it off and dropped it to the floor.
Laura leaned forward and scooched up my body, leaning in and away to tease me with those sweet, perfect little breasts. Her nipples were hard and a deep rose -- incredibly tempting, and I ducked upward to try to capture one as Laura giggled. Finally Laura lowered herself down enough that I could take one into my mouth. Absolutely lovely. I sucked gently and fluttered my tongue all around it. Laura rolled her hips and let out a low moan. Oh, she was lovely. She moved over to let me worship her other breast, rocking her hips again as I swirled my tongue over her, trying to get those hips to jolt.
I would have been happy to lavish attention on her like that forever, but Laura pulled away again. She moved back down my body just a bit, then lowered herself on top of me, easing one of her thighs between mine. I exhaled with giddy pleasure as our breasts touched and Laura kissed me again, rocking into me as she did so.
Our tongues twined together as Laura showed an uncanny expertise at making the seam of my jeans brush up against my clit. My hands clenched and strained helplessly, begging to be released from the ties as I bucked my hips to meet Laura's thrusts and pushed my right knee up to rub against her.
"Yesss," Laura hissed, and rocked against me harder. Our mouths snatched for each other and her nipples dragged against mine. I felt like my whole body was lighting up and my clit was on fire as Laura rubbed against me perfectly... So perfectly...
I felt the heat from my clit coil up and outwards, flowing up my spine and across my breasts as Laura rocked against me just a little faster... just a little harder...
Suddenly I was squirming to pull away from her, begging Laura to stop in a frantic whisper.
"Laura, wait, please wait, please -- I can't --"
Laura stopped and looked at me, then planted kisses across my forehead.
"What's wrong?" She gave a slow, tentative grind with her thigh, making me nearly helpless with pleasure.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, "We have to stop -- I'll come."
Laura gave me a slow, lazy grin.
"That's kind of the idea," she said, and then she bent to suck on my neck as she ground into me a little more firmly.
"They'll hear..."
"Then you'll have to be very controlled, won't you?"
Laura gave me a friendly, wicked smile, and then she was resting her weight on me again, nibbling and sucking my neck as she ground her thigh into me and my hips bucked against her of their own accord. My breath came in short gasps and I bit my lip, desperate to keep quiet as little whimpers and moans started to escape. I turned my head to the side, then tried to bury my face in Laura's shoulder as my body built toward an orgasm that I knew I couldn't stop anymore.
I looked into Laura's eyes. dizzy with arousal, and saw Laura's excitement at how turned on I was and how close she was to her own release.
Finally when she knew I couldn't take anymore, Laura took pity on me and grabbed a spare pillow and put it by my head. I turned my head into the pillow to muffle my cries and twined my legs around hers as my orgasm hit, arching me against her as my whole body bucked. Laura held me as I shouted into the pillow and thrust against her, then dropped her face into my shoulder to stop the noise of her own sighs as she rode me and came hard against my thigh.
After her last thrust, Laura turned my face back to her so she could kiss me while I trembled through the aftershocks, grinning and cooing at every shiver.
When I finally stilled, Laura kissed me long and sweetly, pulling me in for a hug. She finally untied me and let me hold her against me for a moment before she pulled back to massage my wrists.
I looked at the clock: Only a few minutes left.
"I guess we have to go back to the party," I said as I reached down to retrieve my bra.
"I don't think so, Jen."
I looked at Laura and saw her eyes sparkle with humor as she tried her best to put on a stern face.
"But my time's almost up."
"I told you that if you made noise, there would be a penalty. You've made several -- and you're talking right now." Laura couldn't suppress her crooked smile. "You've got a lot of penalties coming to you. Don't you think we should go to my place and sort those out?"
I couldn't think of a thing to say against that plan.
