Page 13 of Stay Here Tonight
“If you like women who take charge,” she said from across the room, “then kick off those silly shoes and get over here.”
Were that so easy! Lydia hobbled on one side as she attempted to pull those heels off her feet.I never wear heels. Why am I wearing heels tonight? Thanks, Mom!Oh, no. She better not start thanking her mom for helping her get laid. This was not what Brenda Cruz had in mind.
By the time she made it over to Maxine, the woman had pulled off her jacket and tossed it over a plush red chair. The pink blouse was sleeveless. Toned arms emerged, ready to grab Lydia from around the waist at any moment.
She didn’t grab her, though. Yet both hands landed on Lydia’s shoulders, the one on her bare skin making her quiver in that silver David Loreander dress.
“This is a very nice dress you’re wearing, Ms. Kellerman.” Maxine found the snap on the single sleeve as if she had designed it. “You’d look even better without it on.”
Lydia could have easily yanked off her own dress, but it was sexier having this woman do it for her.
Slowly.
With eye-contact.
Lydia said nothing but gave her approval with her glistening gaze. The silver bodice of the dress dropped down, revealing a black strapless bra. Lydia was endowed enough to make strapless bras almost useless andbulging.The dress had covered her cleavage well enough. Maxine looked ready to shove her face in there.
Or she could take my bra off. Whatever.
That’s exactly what Maxine did. One moment Maxine had no idea what Lydia Kellerman’s breasts looked like. The next? Out with them.
“If the rest of you looks half as good as what I’m looking at right now…”
“Go on.”
Maxine channeled her sexual energy into a tight, unrelenting embrace that allowed Lydia to know what it felt like to have this woman touching every inch of her skin.
Who knew she was this good of a kisser?Who knew she was this amazing at making a woman’s skin come alive? At making her feel like the most beautiful woman ever beheld? How was it even possible for Maxine to make a woman feel this good? Was she really that worldly and experienced?Of course she is. She’s Maxine Woodward!Nothing about tonight had really surprised Lydia so far. Past the part where Maxine wanted to sleep withher,anyway.
She was on the bed, the lush touch of the comforter caressing her back as Maxine got on top of her. Hands were on her breasts. Heavy kisses fell into her cleavage. Lydia gasped in unfettered pleasure when those thick lips sucked on her left nipple. Was Maxine going for some kind of record? Did “not waste anyone’s time” translate into how long it took to have sex as well? Some super-efficient world had been unlocked for the first time?
The silver dress was yanked down her thighs. “Yes?” Maxine’s hands took the opportunity to cop the most outward feel of any woman’s inner thighs.
“Yes!”
Lydia wanted it now. She wanted Maxine. She wanted the sex she offered. She wanted the whole experience of making love to a rich woman who could have anything – and anyone – she wanted. She wanted to take charge? Let her take charge! Lydia wanted everything to come so hard and fast that she spent the next five years reliving this night over and over again.Set the standard, Ms. Woodward. Show me what I should demand from all my future lovers in the pleasure department.Lydia had some pretty good sex in her life thus far. Not everything was mind-blowing – or pussy-blowing, for that matter – but…
Speaking of!
“Down here.” That growl sank into the bed as easily as Lydia’s body did. She also easily slid across the bed when Maxine dug her fingers into Lydia’s hips and pulled her down, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. “Your cunt’s been tormenting me long enough. Give it to me.”
Lydia still wore her underwear. For about ten more seconds.
“Holy shit.” That was said with the relief of a woman who desperately needed to shove her face between a pair of legs and was given the opportunity to do so. Lydia’s underwear had barely hit the wall when Maxine’s breath hit sensitive skin. “You have one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen.”
The“I’ve seen a lot”was implied, of course, but that didn’t bother Lydia. Because a line like that also translated tomassive experience.
Lydia loved almost every aspect of lesbian sex, from the lips, to the breasts, to the tongue and fingers and what they could do. A good thrust of the hips was as good as a dexterous turn of the wrist. Yet oral sex was always classified as foreplay, never a main event. Probably because most of the women she had been with were not as experienced as someone like Maxine Woodward, purveyor of pussy and probably the one woman most likely to give Lydia an explosive orgasm from any available body part.
Then again, the fact that Lydia had a serious crush on this woman probably helped. Definitely helped. Took her to another plane of serious existencehelped.
Maxine was not shy about her abilities. From the moment her nose dove between Lydia’s legs, her tongue was out, licking, caressing,teasingevery inch of skin and encouraging the poor dear’s body to give up what one tongue was after. No time, no opportunity to feel embarrassed. Lydia gave it up as easily as she gave up a groan that shook the bed beneath her.
Harried breaths pushed Maxine forward, her frisky tongue going straight for Lydia’s clit.I can’t stand it!In the best way, of course! Lydia wanted to writhe against her lover’s face, but that was impossible once Maxine thrust her hands upward.I feel so… so…The pleasure was undeniable, yes, but there was something else already burrowing deep into Lydia’s body with the intent to fuck her over for the rest of her life.
I feel so irresistible.
Did Maxine overstate her playgirl ways? Was she really as into Lydia as the other way around? Maybe she didn’t want to get Lydia’s hopes up. Maybe she had been crushing onherfor the past several weeks, avoiding her because she had no idea how to ask Lydia out. Seeing her at this party in this dress had clearly pushed her past any sense of decency she still had.
