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Cocktail lounge: the consummation

Cocktail lounge: the consummation

In which Amy is taken

Cathy leaned in. Her lips met Amy's, her hands touching her, gently.

Amy's mind was filled with confusion. She had never kissed a woman before; but she had wanted to. She felt fear - shivering, but also excitement.

Experience guiding her, Cathy was gentle, soothing, touching her hair, and then grazing a finger across her cheeks and the line of her chin. She noticed Amy closing her eyes, hiding in the darkness.

Sighing deeply, Cathy whispered, "You are such a pretty woman."

Amy blushed, whispering a quiet thank you. The butterflies in her tummy took wing.

Kissing her softly, Cathy's tongue gently teased her lips. She bit her lower lip, gently, looking at Amy, smiling.

"You are delicious my dear."

It occurred to Amy that here she was, kissing an unknown woman in an expensive hotel suite. She wondered what she was getting herself into? Flight seemed indicated, but she was strangely rooted to the spot. She felt her nipples stiffen. Cathy kissed behind her ears. She moaned. "Please, please stop," she protested, pulling away.

"Of course, my dear, do have another glass of wine." She motioned Amy to sit on the sofa.

Amy relaxed, pulling her red dress down, crossing her legs and making herself comfortable, as Cathy sat opposite.

"Why did you kiss me?" Amy asked.

"Because you look so pretty," Cathy replied, offering her a small glass of merlot.

Amy sipped. "And do you kiss every pretty girl?"

Cathy smiled again. "Only the ones who deserve it."

"What did I do to deserve it?" Amy asked, uncrossing her legs, nervous, but excited.

"I thought that those stiff nipples and damp puss might benefit from attention," Cathy replied, blushing prettily.

Looking down for the first time, Amy saw that her nipples were really erect. "Oh, it's just because of this dress, and the fresh air."

"And there was me thinking it was warm," Cathy responded, her mid-calf length dress parting as she crossed her legs, showing her stocking tops.

Amy watched, fascinated.

As Cathy bent forward to get her wine, her 36C breasts were clearly in view, as was her black, lacy bra. Amy gazed at them. She noticed Cathy's lipstick was smudged, her eyes shining. She wondered why she was staring at her, but could not stop herself.

"Do you like my girls?" Cathy asked.

Remembering the pictures in the restroom, Amy replied, "I must say they all look gorgeous, but I dont know how you persuaded them to pose in all those indecent positions, but I must say I loved it."

Cathy giggled. "I meant these, silly." She leant forward, jiggling her breasts.

"Oh my," Amy blushed, looking down Cathy's cleavage.

"You're crazy," she protested.

Smiling, Cathy enquired, "Shall I put them away?"

Amy looked her again, admiring the view, saying nothing.

"Shall I cover my girls?"

Instinctively unaware, Amy ran her fingers over her stiff nipples, and whispered, "no."

"It is rather warm my dear, so let me slip into something more comfortable. Could you unzip me?"

Cathy stood. So did Amy. As Cathy fumbled with the zip, Amy helped by unzipping it. The blue dress fell to the floor, exposing Cathy, who stood there in her black, lacy bra, her lacy French knickers, black seamed stockings and suspender belt.

Amy stood, transfixed.

"Oh, my goodness, how embarrassing. Here I am semi-naked in the presence of a strange young woman who is fully-dressed. I do hope you are to be trusted?"

Cathy sucked her thumb, suddenly looking vulnerable.

"Perhaps I should cover up? Could you be sweet and get me that robe, I don't want you watching my ass as wiggle as I get it myself."

Sensing a change in attitude, Amy felt more comfortable. She got the robe.

Cathy put it on, though being thigh-length, it did not cover much.

"Ah, now to be more comfortable." She unhooked her bra, and brought it out through the sleeve of her robe, letting it settle with her dress.

"A top up?"

As Cathy leant over, her large breasts swung easily, free, fully visible to Amy, who found herself aching to touch them.

"Why do you tease me?" Amy asked.

"Me?" Cathy responded. "I am semi-naked, whilst you are clothed - though I can see your purple thong since you uncrossed your legs."

Amy let one of the straps of her dress fall. Smiling at Cathy, she crossed and uncrossed her legs on purpose.

"Do you like what you see, Cathy?"

Cathy nodded.

"I have to go to the loo," Amy said,

When she was safely there, she did the kinkiest thing she had ever done. She removed her thong, sniffed it, and put it in her bag. What she did not know was that Cathy was watching her on the CCTV.

As she re-entered the room, she could see Cathy had not moved. She felt more comfortable now, her equal, or, perhaps, more? This older woman seemed vulnerable, soft, yielding. There was no trace of the predator Amy had so feared.

Emboldened, she went for it. "Open that robe, I want to see your tits." She stared at Cathy who, blushing, did as she was told. "Cup them for me, I want to feel them, kiss them, play with them."

Cathy, blushing, complied.

Amy felt her hard nipples.

"Do you like it, Cathy?"

"Oh yes, yes," Cathy replied, breathing hard. "You do it so well."

"I have never touched another woman's breasts, but yours are more like tits, aren't they?"

Cathy blushed. "If you say so."

As Amy became bolder, she rubbed, then sucked. She took Cathy's nipples between her fingers, twisiting them as she would with her own; gently at first, then harder. Cathy moaned, sighing. She put up no resistance.

"Now I shall kiss them, and mark you as mine." Amy's lust had made her bold.

Pinching Cathy's nipples, she bit them, and then, in the breast-flesh, she sucked and bit, leaving hickeys arcross Cathy's vulnerable tits. Cathy moaned, but did not stop her

"I am marking you as mine." Amy felt powerful. This woman was at her mercy.

"I love being marked, and I love to mark others too," Amy smiled.

Amy repeated her trick on Cathy's neck. The woman made no resistance, as her neck was peppered with hickeys. Amy straddled Cathy's thighs, lifting her dress

Cathy's hand moved between her thighs, her forefinger and thumb rolled her clit, teasing it. Her right hand slid into the open wet slit which Amy's pose had opened to her. Bending, she bit Amy's nipple. Amy gasped, dancing on Cathy's lap. Her cunt was suddenly tingling. Cathy lowered the other strap of Amy's dress, biting her other nipple, leaving hickeys across Amy's smaller tits. Amy moaned.

Cathy's skilled fingers curled inside Amy's vulnerable cunt, caressing her velvet walls, fucking her hard. Her other hand rubbed her clit. Amy's scent filled the room.

Cathy smiled. "What happened to your thong? Did you remove it like a slut?"

Amy shivered, found out, exposed, fingered. She moaned, "Yes, yes, but I was not a slut till I met you!"

"Few are," Cathy grinned. "But I release your inner whore. You are such a slut, Amy, letting me play with that open cunt."

Amy moaned, blushing, feeling the fingers taking her hard. "Fuck me!" Amy screamed.

"I thought you would never ask."

Cathy moved, getting Amy onto all fours, her dress up, her ass on show.

Cathy kissed her ass, sucking, biting.

"Harder, mark me!" Amy screamed.

Cathy obliged. Her fingers, wet with Amy's cunt cream, touched her dark star hole.

Amy shivered. Cathy bit her harder, marking her ass. Her finger probed, pressing against Amy's virgin asshole. As her muscle relaxed, Amy felt the burning sensation. She moaned. No one had ever taken her there. Her asshole clenched.

Feeling her on the edge, Cathy's skilled fingers played with her cunt and clit. "You will cum for me, my little cum slut, Amy."

Amy groaned, moaned and her orgasm ripped. She screamed Cathy's name.

Cathy held her as she shook, moaning, her cunt gushing.

"Was that what you thought it might be, my pet?"

Amy whimpered. "I have never cum so intensely."

"You are welcome to stay the night," Cathy said. "I shall have dinner sent up."

"Please," Amy sighed.

"And you can have me for dessert."

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