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Blow Job (FF Rom, oral, light bondage)
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"Unless you're announcing the end of summer or a return of the ice
age, please don't touch me."
It was a moan, but not the sort Diana was accustomed to hearing from
Claire. Moans of pleasure and desire, absolutely. Miserable moans,
rarely, and hearing them made Diana almost as distressed as her
lover. The heat was finally breaking the woman; it was
something Diana really hadn't anticipated when she and Anthony
planned a summer New Orleans vacation.
Diana stood in the open bungalow doorway and watched her lover's
chest rise and fall with each breath. There was a thin sheen of
sweat covering her pale skin, and a small rivulet ran between her
small breasts. Claire's eyes were closed, and her body was spread
out on the bed, arms out to her sides, legs spread slightly. She was
making every effort to avoid any skin-to-skin contact, even with her
own skin.
Claire's voice rose from the inert form on the bed. "Diana? Please
tell me again why we came here?"
"Music, Claire. Music, food, life, culture, the river. The dance,
the fais do do. Claire, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that the heat
would be this horrible on you. I guess Anthony and I are more
accustomed to it than you are."
"It's not your fault. You go dance. Just let me sleep, I'll be
fine."
Diana sighed, flipped the pillow, and shifted uncomfortably on the
cotton sheets looking for a cool spot. She knew she was ruining the
vacation for the three of them, but there was little she could do
about it. It had been over a hundred degrees every day since they
had arrived in the Quarter, and her body refused to adjust. Glass
after glass of iced sweet tea, cold showers, all of those things
cooled her down temporarily, but it lasted only minutes until the
water evaporated from her skin, leaving her just as hot as she was
before the shower, and sweaty enough to need another one.
"Diana, darling, wonderful, beautiful Diana? Please just let me lie
here and melt. Go. Have fun with Anthony. Just because I'm
miserable doesn't mean you have to be too."
She could almost hear Diana's indecision as she answered from her
spot in the doorway. Claire knew she wasn't making it easy on her
lover. Diana had been looking forward to this vacation for months as
part of their ongoing efforts to make themselves into a true family.
Three instead of two. This vacation was part of that struggle. An
attempt to meld yet another aspect of their lives. It had been
"Diana and Anthony" before it was "Diana, Anthony, and Claire," and
the thought that there were still parts of "Diana and Anthony" that
she couldn't be a part of scared her sometimes.
When she realized that Claire wasn't going to be helped by her
presence, Diana's desire for good Cajun food and live zydeco won out.
"Okay ma chère? If you're sure. Let me bring you something before I
leave? I could run down and get you a plate of begnets and a coffee."
Tempting, but Claire knew she didn't have the energy to eat anything
in this heat. "No food, but do you think you could check that little
store on the corner for a floor fan? Then you can leave me here for
the night."
Had Claire been able to muster the energy to open her eyes, she
might have been intrigued by the mischievous look that crossed
Diana's face. As it was, she only heard the click as the door shut
behind her.
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The brush of cloth on her wrist woke Claire from her restless
napping. A finger on her lips silenced her surprised protest. The
soft linen strips wound around her arms held her fast to the
bedposts, and before she could fully open her eyes to see which of
her lovers had restrained her, a band of soft cloth was wrapped
around under her head and was knotted over her eyes. As the unseen
hand moved from her mouth, Claire argued weakly, "it's too hot for
this."
Her argument was cut off by Diane's quiet whisper in her ear. "I've
brought your fan, just relax. I promise this will cool you down."
She heard a click and felt the first burst of air from the fan rush
over her skin. The cool air mixed with the sweat on her skin and
sent a quick chill through her body. For the first time in days,
Claire shivered slightly. As her body trembled, she felt the strain
of linen bindings around her ankles, then she relaxed again as her
body adjusted to the new sensation.
She let her breathing slow to a calm, even pace as the cooled air
from the fan filled her lungs. She heard Diana shuffling around the
room, and the breeze intensified slightly. Claire's body stiffened
as a new sensation washed over her skin. Feather-light caresses
stroked her flesh, moving down her body at the same pace as the
oscillation of the fan. She had a sudden mental image of streamers
tied to the fan covering, as though Diana had bought the fan right
off of a show-floor.
The only sound in the room the soft whir from the fan, and denied
sight, Claire's focused on the touches of the cloth on her skin.
Goosebumps rose on her breasts, and her nipples hardened to tiny
arrow-shaft points. Her fingers gripped the soft bindings as
minuscule droplets of water misted her skin. She could feel Diana's
eyes searching, examining the effect the anticipation was having upon
her lover's body. Claire arched her back slightly, just as far as
the loose bindings would permit, as Diana continued to spray the cool
water from the atomizer.
The fan-cooled air over her sent sparks throughout Claire's
awareness. She could feel the ache starting in her nipples as it
pulled her need from her sex through her body--a moving desire
focused at the point where the linen streamers stroked her fiery
skin. No longer was the oppressive heat smothering her from the
surrounding air, now it was pushing out of her body, pulsing through
her pores and heating the room. No longer was August in New Orleans
the hottest thing happening.
Her thighs spread eagerly at the touch of Diane's fingertips, and
she moaned low as those fingers traced a moist path between her legs.
Diana dipped into the moisture, feeling the heat emanating from her
lover's pussy. As she lowered her lips to taste, she brought her
fingertips up to Claire's mouth, growling low in her throat as her
lover tasted her own juices and moaned for more.
The breeze from the fan whistled in her ears and the blowing linen
streamers tickled her nerve endings. Her mind struggled between the
conflicting sensations--desperate longing for more between her thighs
and an almost painful need to relax under the cool relief of the
breeze.
With a wicked smile, Diana nibbled Claire's swollen lips,
tugging gently as she teased at the now-dripping opening with two
fingers. Claire moaned louder and struggled forward, desperately
trying to force herself over the tormenting fingers. Slowly, Diana
began to press into her lover's welcoming heat. She folded back the
small hood and caught Claire's swollen clit with her other hand,
rolling it gently, savoring the feel of the responsive clenching of
her lover's thighs around her head. She added a third finger,
thrusting harder, faster, as Claire began to tremble. Her tongue
lapped at the wetness now glistening, dripping from Claire's sex to
the cleft between her pale buttocks.
Expertly reading her lover's signals, with an ease that comes only
with love and familiarity, Diana pulled back, holding Claire's
shuddering open with the polished tips of her fingers. She
pinched harder on Claire's clit, a shuddering gasp from her
lips. Holding her, pulsing delicately on her beloved's throbbing
clit with her fingers, Diana pulled her lover to the edge.
"Talk to me, Claire. Cry out for me."
She drew a shuddering breath and pleaded, her voice barely above a
whisper, "Please, Diana..."
The sunlight streamed through the open window, and the sweat
glistened on Claire's trembling skin. Diana pulled her fingers from
Claire's and reached over to the fan, pulling it closer to
them. As Claire trembled with the heat and the cold, Diana again
began her tantalizing stroking, slow thrusting against Claire's
bucking hips.
"Not enough, darling Claire. Please what?" She knew Claire's
reluctance to be loud; she knew Claire's unwillingness to let herself
go, to release herself completely to her lover's expert touch. The
streamers from the fan briefly fluttered over her hand and Claire's
smoothly shaven mound, sending shivers through both of them.
Her voice shook with desperate desire. "Please don't stop, Diana.
Please make me cum."
"Much better."
Her fingers tightened around Claire's pulsing clit and she thrust
deeper, harder into her sex. Claire's clenched around her
fingers, her deeper, fighting to pull them inside. With
practiced, knowing strokes Diana drew the shuddering waves of
pleasure from Claire's body; each thrust pushing her faster over the
edge. Claire cried out, her voice echoing in the room, as Diana
lowered her mouth to Claire's throbbing sex, savoring the sharp taste
of her lover's orgasm.
The oscillations brought the fan again around to the bed, and its
soft linen fingers waved over her head, stroking her hair. Diana
briefly wished that she had waited for Anthony to return, that those
were his fingers playing along her curls rather than the strips
of soft fabric. Diana shivered as the cool air from the fan played
across her heated body, her shudders matching the clenching of
Claire's trembling thighs around her head.
With a soft moan, she let her lips vibrate over Claire's pulsing
clit, prolonging her lover's shuddering climax, until her body sagged
on the bed, spent. She could feel the tension fade from Claire's
trembling muscles, and for the first time since they had arrived in
New Orleans, Claire relaxed.
With shaking fingers, Diana untied Claire's ankles and stroked the
delicate bones of her foot, then crawled between her lover's legs,
drawing her lips over the soft curve of her belly. She paused only
briefly to brush her wet lips across Claire's nipples before
snuggling against her side, resting her head on Claire's shoulder.
With one hand, she reached across Claire's exhausted form and removed
the soft strips holding her wrists to the bed, then relaxed beside
her, her arm draped across Claire's ribs. Strains of music from the
street below drifted into the room, and the mingling scents of spice
and heat tantalized and surrounded them. She heard Claire's
whispered, "ca c'est bon," and laughed softly, realizing that Claire
had picked up more of New Orleans than she thought.
Diana pulled herself closer against Claire as the fan sent its
welcome breath over their bodies, and they faded into sleep.
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