“Mmmm,” she said in her low throaty voice. “That feels good. I might want it all over.”
My bathrobe slid off me as I stood and moved off the bed to position myself in front of her. I had noticed vaguely that Jen was still standing in front of Tracy who continued to kiss and stroke her. I unbelted Lamya’s robe and eased it away from her chest, exposing her breasts. As Jen had commented, they were exceptional.
I squirted the lotion onto Lamya’s chest and she gasped as the cool liquid made contact. I immediately began to slowly spread it in narrowing circles around her breasts, gradually moving towards her nipples. They were long and hard, sticking out from the full globes, begging to be touched. I softly drew them out further, watching for any sign that she was uncomfortable with this, but instead, she moaned. I leaned forward to flick my tongue against one, tasting the almond scent of the lotion on her skin. I looked up and she was staring down at me intently.
I swallowed and licked my lips. As I wondered if I should kiss her, the decision was taken from me. She leaned forward and her lips pressed softly to mine. I let out a moan of my own and my thumbs returned to caress and fondle her nipples. I felt her fingers on my own breasts and opened my mouth as I felt her tongue tease against my lips, tacitly requesting entrance. I heard quiet noises from the other side of the room, but quickly became lost in the soft pressure of Lamya’s lips, the exploration of her tongue and hands. The sweet taste of the liquor mingled between us. I wanted more.
I pressed her backwards onto the bed and lay next to her, allowing my hand to roam over her body. Her skin was so unbelievably soft. It felt like silk, the oily lotion allowing my fingers to slide down her abdomen until they reached the neat line of hair. We continued the interplay of lips and tongue, her hands resting quietly at her sides. I grazed lightly over her mound to her thighs and she obligingly spread her legs. Sliding my fingers up her inner thigh, I felt the heat of her pussy before my fingers touched the wetness centred between her legs.
I stroked along the sides of her labia, marvelling at the soft smooth texture of her waxed skin, feeling for the slippery lubrication. My fingers glided over her pussy and she moaned into my mouth. I stopped for a moment, thinking ahead. “Move up higher on the bed,” I told her, pulling her robe out as she did so and leaving it on the floor with mine. Lamya lay on the bed, naked before me. I moved over her briefly, covering her body with my own and feeling my breasts fit into the curves around hers. I kissed her again and moved away towards her neck, running my tongue down her collarbone towards her nipples. There I paused, needing to roll them in my mouth, sucking and licking at them – first one then the other – feeling her start to squirm beneath me.
My nipples tingled in sympathy with the attention hers were receiving. I heard a gasp and a moan from the other side of the room. I was tempted to turn to see how Tracy was progressing with her seduction but other temptations were stronger. I slid down Lamya’s body, tracing my tongue towards her navel, skirting her pussy and positioning myself between her legs. I laid soft kisses up one of her inner thighs and down the other. She smelled of chlorine and the lotion we had been using with a faint undertone of her own musky scent. I tried to be patient – to draw out the anticipation, but the lure of those dark lips, shiny with her arousal, was too enticing.