It was time for bed. Dita said she had to leave at 7.00 in the morning to catch her flight so they both made their way to their own rooms, chatting and giggling as they did so.
In her room, Clare slid out of her clothes and slipped under her duvet, still wet from what had happened earlier. As she lay there under the glow of the bedside light, her mind kept wandering back to the sight of Dita coming in front of her.
The fact they had chatted for some time, swapping stories about their sex lives, laughing as they went and idly touching themselves had only made matters worse. She was sopping wet, her pussy was throbbing and needed to be touched.
She pulled back the duvet, spread her legs and slipped a hand down to her clit, rubbing it slowly and gently in a circular motion. Her eyes were closed but her imagination was running wild as she imagined Dita playing with herself not 10 yards away.
Clare ran a finger between her lips and into her pussy, marveling at how wet she was, before returning to a slow deliberate work out on her clit. It felt so good and quickly felt that familiar and gorgeous feeling building up in her groin as her orgasm began.
A sudden noise interrupted her pleasue. Clare opened her eyes and saw Dita stood at the bottom of the bed naked, her right hand between her legs stroking her clit, her left squeezing her small breast.
“Stay like that,” said Dita as she stopped her own movement and walked round the side of Clare’s bed. Dita grabbbed Clare’s juice covered hand and raised it to her nose, breathing in her female scent.
Dita then moved towards Clare’s robe and grabbed the belt. She took Clare’s left hand and tied it to the bed. She then grabbed a belt from the floor and managed to do the same with Clare’s right hand.
Clare was slightly disconcerted but the frustration in her pussy had taken over at the thought of the relief she was now expecting from Dita. She watched in amazement as Dita climbed on to the bed facing the wall and straddled her face, placing her glistening pussy right over Clare’s mouth.
Oh how Clare wanted to lick it and suck it but Dita was keeping it just out of reach. Clare could see it and smell it but that was all. Suddenly Dita reached back and ran a finger up between her pussy lips and gave her clit a gentle slap.
Clare was in agony. That one touch had brought her almost to orgasm again. She was squirming on the bed, bringing her thighs together to try and come but it was to no avail.
She looked up and saw Dita’s pussy staring at her. Dita had exposed her clit and was lowering herself down onto Clare’s mouth. As one pair of lips made contact with the others, Clare began to urgently lick and suck on Dita’s clit.
Dita was squeezing her own breasts, rocking backwards and forwards on Clare’s face, reacting with gasps every time a tongue sank itself deeply into her pussy. She knew she would be coming soon as could could feel waves of pleasure beginning to take her over.
Occasionally she would reach and slip a finger or two into Clare’s soaking pussy doing just enough to keep her on edge but never enough to make her come. That was for later and now she was going to make sure she came on Clare’s face.
Clare had never licked a pussy before but was loving it. The intoxicating mixture of having her hands tied, constantly being on the edge of coming and Dita’s pussy on her face was simply the best thing she had experienced.
Suddenly Dita began to press down harder, increasing the speed of her movements. Clare responded by licking and sucking quicker and harder. She knew Dita was about to come. Her stomach was tensing, her breathing louder and raspier and her thighs had begun to shake.
“Oh God, oh God. Yes, yes,” cried Dita as she began to come. As the orgasm smashed though her body, she kelt out a long groan and doubled up quickly before arching her back and letting out a long moan before collapsing on Clare, twitching with each shockwave.
Clare wanted to hold her but couldn’t. Her hands were tied. She was also desperate to come. She couldn’t for the same reason. She also thought Dita would return the favor. She didn’t. She also thought Dita might untie her to let her finish herself off. She didn’t.
Instead Dita slowly got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Clare couldn’t believe it. She was lying there with Dita’s juices smeared all over her face, tied to the bed and inches from her own release, her own juices running down the insides of her thighs.
SATURDAY 12.41 AM
After what seemed like an age, Dita reappeared with something in her hand. Shit it was her own electric toothbrush. The grin on Dita’s face was massive as she switched it on and climbed between Clare’s legs.
Clare knew what coming although she had never experienced any form of vibrator at all and the thought nearly sent her over the edge. She looked up to see Dita kneeling before her, pinching her own nipples and lowering the buzzing toothbrush downwards but not to Clare.
She moved the makeshift sex toy down to her her own pussy and ran it over her clit a few times sighing loudly each time it made contact with her clit. Clare was livid, horny and now pleading with Dita to make her come calling her a bitch and a cow.
As if by magic Dita placed the non-bristle part of the head on Clare’s clit and began to slide it in a circular motion, pausing to place it between her pussy lips. For Clare it was heaven, feeling that light buzz all around her pussy bringing her closer and closer to what was going to be a massive orgasm.
Suddenly Dita reached out and thrust two fingers deep into Clare’s pussy and began to finger fuck her at the same time as the buzzes reverberated though her clit.
She could hear the sloshing noises her pussy was making as Dita fucked her. She could also feel the beginning of that long awaited orgasm. The wave of pleasure just took over as she began to call out Dita's name.
Her hip began to buck, her stomach muscles tensed and her pussy gripped Dita’s fingers. Suddenly it crashed through her as she tensed and rocked as as wave after wave hit before letting out a long, long moan and collapsing back on the bed, eyes closed and gasping for breath.
As Clare slowly recovered, Dita reached up, untied her and gently kissed her on the mouth, whispering “I love you and I needed that” as she left for her own bed.
Clare couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was amazing and she just lay there, covered in Dita’s juices, her own juices and her sweat wondering what it all meant before falling asleep.
SATURDAY 6.32 AM
Clare was awoken by Dita with a cup of tea and some Marmite on toast, dressed in her work clothes.
“Morning sweetie. I thought you could do with this,” said Dita. “My taxi is waiting but I wanted to thank you for a fantastic night. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard and I’m sorry about teasing you. Well, I’m not really because it was so horny watching you squirm.”
“I loved it too you bitch,” giggled Clare. “There were a few firsts for me and they were gorgeous. Go, go, go otherwise you know what might happen. It’ll be my turn to strap you down.”
With that Dita kissed Clare gently and marched out of the room. Clare finished the breakfast and just fell asleep.
SATURDAY 7.32 AM
Clare was awoken by a text on her phone from Dita. It was a picture of Dita’s pussy and a message which said “Just for U XXXX”
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