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‘Like my the colour of my pants?’
Her black G string was the only thing she had on apart from her make up and high heels. From where Anne stood, the G string was nothing more than a thin line around her waist and another slightly thicker line which disappeared between the flawless twin orbs of her arse. Anne had never seen another female arse to even compare to this flawless marvel of womanhood, she thought.
‘Make me a cup of tea would you Anne?’
Carol was determined again, to play the moment for all she could. The sexual tension was electric in the room. The last thing Carol wanted was a cup of tea but she was determined to tease Anne and force her hand. Carol was enjoying the tension she was creating by teasing another woman with her body, and felt Anne’s hand surreptitiously glance the cheeks of her arse as she walked to the kettle, at the same time ogling the front of her G string from which traces of her closely shaven pubic hair showed.
Anne’s courage was increasing.
‘Your arse is gorgeous. I never realised how beautiful a woman’s arse could be. That G string looks fantastic on you. You were made for it. Or perhaps it was made for you?’
Carol’s only reaction was to turn her back on Anne and stand in front of the full length mirror with her high heeled legs apart and reach for a brush and start slowly brushing her hair, hoping her trembling hand was not apparent to Anne.
At the same time Carol could sense, as well as see Anne watching her every move in the mirror.
Although Carol was sure they had both drunk the same amount of alcohol it was obvious that it’s affect on Anne had relaxed her to the point where what seemed any previous inhibitions had completely disappeared.
‘Do you take milk and sugar?’
The sudden question jolted Carol back to reality, as she sat on the couch, her legs at an angle to accentuate her long full thighs.
‘Yes. A little of each, please. Is there any honey in the cupboard?’
As Anne looked and confirmed that there was a new jar of honey, she held Carol’s gaze and slowly started undoing the buttons on her blouse.
‘What would you like the honey for, Carol,’ Anne asked as she handed Carol the cup of tea and at the same time, finished undoing the last button on her blouse, so that Carol could see her cleavage to full effect as she bent over to hand her the cup of tea.
Holding Carol’s gaze all the time Anne stepped back two paces and admired herself in the mirror.
‘Not bad for a dowdy looking bookkeeper, eh?’ Anne smiled.
‘Years ago I started to deliberately dress down. Men are so boorish with their leering remarks.’
Carol by now could feel her curiosity at almost fever pitch. How could she have assumed Anne to be such a dull looking woman?
Anne could sense Carol’s eyes almost burning through her skirt, and as she turned to face Carol she deftly undid a few buttons and the skirt fell to the floor.
As Anne stepped out of her skirt and tossed it onto a chair, Carol was delighted at the body she could now see and appreciate almost totally exposed.
As Carol sipped the cup of tea in which she had no real interest, she smiled back at Anne.
‘If you have to ask what the honey is for, all the tension and build up in this room is wasted, don’t you think,’ her voice by now had a distinctive quaver to it.
‘Be creative, let your fantasies unfold and run riot, Anne. Your husband is hours away and not even thinking about you. I was frightened of being bored witless at this seminar. If you like my arse so much you can kiss it - later. First you have to get me interested. Really interested.’ By now Carol was sure Anne was at the point of no return.
‘My husband used to talk about American soldiers during the war here, who used to pour honey over women’s nipples and lick it off.’
All traces of any inhibition Anne had were now completely abandoned, as she undid the lid of the honey jar and without averting her gaze from Carol, slowly started rubbing honey around each of her nipples, which Carol felt sure were becoming larger and more erect even as she slowly rubbed the honey on.
‘Do you like? Anne smiled, suddenly aware that she was now controlling the situation for the first time.
‘I want you completely naked and then you can lick the honey off.’ By now Carol was commanding rather than asking.
With all the aplomb Anne could muster she held Carol’s gaze and at the same time undid her bra. Carol was pleasantly surprised and felt herself being turned on at the sight of her already hardened nipples.
Carol had never been in a situation such as this before, though she had often fantasised about it. The alcohol she had consumed earlier made it easy for Anne stand in front of Carol and slip out of her bra , then kneel before her where she was seated on the couch, and start slowly licking the honey from each of Carol’s nipples.
The feel of a woman's tongue on alternate nipples, coupled with the honey, was a new and wonderful sensation to Carol, and to her surprise Carol felt not the slightest sense of guilt, but instead a burning sensation between her legs.
As one they both asked, ‘Do you like?’
Carol gently Anne pushed away.
‘I said I wanted you naked, before you could lick me. You cheated. Show me what a naked woman looks like.’
Anne complied readily and Carol feel that they were now past a point of no return.
‘Stand up and turn around so I can kiss your beautiful big arse as I slide your pants off, they are so tiny, I don’t know if I should call them pants,’ Anne said with a quaver in her voice. ‘Do you want some honey on those fantastic cheeks too?’
Carol was surprised and delighted, yet again by the feel of a woman's tongue on the cheeks of her arse, and absolutely turned on as Anne ever do slowly peeled her G string off, her lips licking and kissing her arse all the time, as she slid the G string over her twin orbs and down her long legs. So slowly that Carol could hardly bear the tension, and wanted to help Anne but instead, relished the moment and wanted it to continue.
‘I never realised a woman could have such a big, wonderful and beautiful arse. No sagging or dimples. Fantastic. After I’ve finished licking this part of you, guess what I want to lick next?’
‘Covered in honey?’ Carol asked, or was it instructed?
By now Anne was sitting on the settee and had Carol positioned standing in front of her with her legs apart as she kissed and licked the magnificent twin orbs of her 43 inch arse, at the same time her right hand was between her legs slowly caressing her vagina.
‘Want me to stop, Carol?’
No reply, only heavy breathing.
‘This turns me on like you would not believe. I’m wet with wanting you’. Anne said, her voice with a definite quaver to it.
‘Turn around so I can lick you between your legs.’
Carol made no move or response, eager to be forced into doing something she had fantasised about for years. Anne took her hand and led her to the bedroom, at the same time running her free hand over the cheeks of Carol’s bare arse.
‘Magnificent arse. Magnificent.....Relax and let me pleasure you,’ was all she said as she lay Carol naked on her back and watched as Anne poured honey between her legs.
‘I want to fuck you with my tongue. Do you think you would like that?’
Carol never had a chance to answer, she was so immersed in the new found pleasure, all she could do was ask for more.
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