Alma and Ellen walked hand in hand from the jeep to the house completely oblivious to the fact that they were naked. Once inside, Ellen directed Alma to sit on the couch. The house was an old one, and smelled of old money. It had both classical aspects and contemporary ones. Alma looked around as Ellen disappeared up the stairs.
In a moment, Ellen reappeared in a housecoat and tossed one to Alma. It was red and silky. She put it on and made it wrap tight around herself, just like Ellen had done with her white one. Then she tied the belt and sat back down. Ellen had again left the room and returned with a bottle and two glasses. She poured from the bottle and handed Alma a glass. Then she poured one for herself and sat down. For the longest time they sat staring into one another’s eyes and sipping. Each was sitting on the couch with her back more towards the arm of the couch than the back, one bent leg completely on the couch and one on the floor. Ellen asked Alma to talk about herself.
Alma began to recite a story as if she had written it for a seventh grade English class and had rehearsed it a thousand times. She wasn’t comfortable talking about herself, so she went through the motions. Ellen saw this and grabbed Alma’s foot and began to massage it. Alma’s story suddenly took on the tenor of an erotic novel, even though the topic matter remained the same. When Ellen took to tickling her calf, Alma stopped telling her story. She reached over and grabbed Ellen’s foot and pulled it closer. Ellen pulled on Alma’s foot dragging her ass a few inches along the couch so that she was in a semi-reclining position with her shoulders against the arm of the couch. Alma then pulled upon Ellen’s foot until she was in the same position. They ended up with each having a foot on the other’s shoulder towards the back of the couch and one foot on the floor with bent knees nearly touching.
Ellen motioned for Alma to continue her story. Alma began to talk about her love life. Before long Ellen was mindlessly drawing little shapes upon her inner thigh while paying close attention to Alma’s story. Alma stopped talking and took her finger and traced her inner thigh in the same manner Ellen was doing. Ellen smiled. She gently moved her housecoat so that more thigh was exposed and began to draw her fingers on it again. Alma copied these actions as exactly as she could. Ellen’s eyes smiled. She took both of her hands and carefully placed the housecoat so that it showed everything from below the belt. Alma did the same. Then Ellen deftly ran her fingers along her beautiful legs all the time watching as Alma copied her actions exquisitely. She undid the belt and opened the coat to expose as much of herself as possible. Alma copied her. Then she explored and by trial and error found all of Alma’s most ticklish spots. Tracing her fingers along her skin, but watching as Alma’s fingers traced her skin.
Ellen brought drawing fingers up her belly and across her breasts, then up her neck. They caught one another’s gaze, and there was no doubt about where this game was headed. Ellen began to caress herself more lovingly than she had ever done in her life. She arched her back and brought her hands from her collarbones down across her breasts, across her tummy, and down her inner thighs to her knees, then slowly back up her thighs until her fingers from both hands were touching. Then she rubbed the tips of her fingers against the fabric of the cushion. Her hands moved up and down, the fingers moved closer and further from Alma. It was not the fingers that were doing the important movements. Alma saw that it was the thumbs that were making the most interesting motions, and she copied those motions exactly.
Ellen was truly enjoying the experience. She wanted to stay like this for as long as possible. She wanted to see if she could tempt Alma to lose the game by forgetting herself and embracing a different agenda. She poked, prodded, stroked, caressed, and tickle tortured herself, knowing it would torture Alma, too. Alma quietly copied her movements exactly, and judging by the breathing, lip biting and arching, she was as excited as Ellen. This was not good enough! Ellen wanted this to be a contest and she wanted to win it. She wondered how far Alma would go copying her, so she decided to find out. She got two fingers from each hand wet, the ones on the left hand by putting them in her mouth, Then she rubs the wetness on her nipples, with her back arched to feature them. She sensually makes her fingers circle her nipples quite firmly, and watches with glee as Alma does exactly the same. She repeats the motions again, and blows on her fingers and nipples as she is making the circling motions. Alma copies her almost exactly.
At this moment something in Ellen snapped, for it no longer was about teasing Alma or winning a contest. Her body now had it’s own agenda, and her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. She watched Alma’s hands go through the same transformation, and wondered if she was now copying Alma. Their eyes locked, and for what seemed like hours they simply made love with their eyes and hands, without ever touching one another, teased beyond all imagination, waiting for the moment they both knew was coming when their hands would abandon their own bodies and they would kiss.
Author notes
Allan Emery - This was written about two women I know that I saw flirting with one another online. I know they had not met and decided to make it happen for them... or me... who knows?
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again ...
im so wet im not going to be able to go to sleep thanx
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I want to see this made into a movie... really... wow.
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I think you should keep writing...
You said it was cold in Maine but your
writing is red hot
I think you might
be on to something here....Love, Lane
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Which one?
You seem to disagree with the previous commenter. Hmmmm. I guess some people don't get "subtle".
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I love the topic
I love the visuals that this creates. I have yet to see this subject here and it is a fine entry. However and I do not say this lightly it seems a bit stiff. As if it is being recited in a very neutral and monotone way. Please do the world of AP a favor and try to fix this aspect of the piece. The women here must have passion , make the tale hold that passion. be brave and fierce in your words! -
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Well, this is the third in a series. It is building. I need to leave somewhere for it to build to. Each chapter is a little more hot than the last. If this was the last chapter, then it would be full of passion. But it is only chapter three, and there's three to go. I'll think on it.
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Nicely sensual
from a different angle. I think they both win and so do you for this well penned 'piece'.
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Hot steemy it is a wonderful addition to the last part of the story. Well done.
Love Amera
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