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Subject: {ASSM} Blow Job {by Alexis S.} (FF Rom, oral, light bondage)
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Blow Job (FF Rom, oral, light bondage)
~~~~~~
"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 young 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 ch re? 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.
~~~~~
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 breasts 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 pussy 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 pussy open with the polished tips of her
fingers. She pinched harder on Claire's clit, drawing 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 pussy 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 pussy clenched around her
fingers, drawing 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 blond 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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