Shannon crawled onto the table and flipped over onto her back. She grabbed one of Sandra’s wrists, tugging on it. Sandra smiled and got onto the table herself, crawling down Shannon’s body until they were face to face. Then they kissed for a few minutes. After that, Shannon cupped Sandra’s round, warm ass-cheeks and drew the woman upward. As her friend’s breasts came close to Shannon’s face, the redhead suckled briefly at each large mound. Then Sandra continued moving upward until her crotch was in Shannon’s face. And Shannon began to lick again, wrapping her mouth around as much of Sandra’s opening as she could. She also reached out and grabbed the vibrator, plunging it back into her own pussy as she ate out Sandra’s. She pulled the vibrator out and brought it up, pressing the head against the outside of her lover’s mound and tracing around the outside. Then she pushed into Sandra’s box, but just enough to get the head wet and to tease the woman.
“Oh, fuck!” Sandra muttered. “You’ve got until the end of time to stop . . .” She was cut off as the vibrator was removed. At first, she thought that Shannon might just be teasing her, then she felt the now lubricated head pressed against her sphincter.
“I wuh-… was under the impuh-… impression that you were into this sort of thing,” Shannon said. She didn’t wait for a response before she pressed the slippery head into Sandra’s asshole.
To say that Sandra was impressed by the boldness of the maneuver was an understatement. Her lover was already beginning to take some chances, and it was one that Sandra was happy to accommodate. The humming head was stimulating the hell out of her asshole, until the incredible pressure exerted by her sphincter slowed the toy down. Shannon was pushing it inwards at an excruciatingly slow pace, but she had upped the tempo on her tongue. She was taking wide strokes, while simultaneously managing to get the entire head of the vibrator situated in her lover’s posterior.
Sandra was panting like a bitch in heat. Her asshole was finally adjusting the width and the thrumming of the vibrator, and it was driving her insane. She pressed her crotch against Shannon’s face, enjoying the ridges of the sex toy as it slid further and further into her bottom. Finally, it was all the way in, all the way to the batteries. And Shannon’s tongue was all the way in her pussy.
“Oh God!” she whispered as Shannon began pumping away with the vibrator.
Shannon was quite pleased with the view from where she lay. Sandra’s sex was so moist and juicy that it seemed almost ready to burst. And those light brown butt cheeks being spread wide and split open by the flesh colored toy in Shannon’s hand was a beautiful thing. The sweat on Sandra’s abdomen periodically dripped onto Shannon’s forehead, and her moans of pleasure were like music to Shannon’s ears. Then came the climax. The vibrator was rendered motionless as Sandra’s powerful ass muscles gripped it, and her nectar dripped down onto Shannon’s waiting face. But Shannon wasn’t done. She wrapped one arm around her lover’s waist to hold her place, then started the second half of a double feature. She fucked and licked at Sandra for another ten minutes. Sandra was grabbing the table edge with both hands, humping the redhead’s face with reckless abandon. When Shannon got Sandra off for the third time of the evening, the Latin woman almost collapsed onto her lover, her energy completely spent.
“Sweetie, that was fucking fantastic!” Sandra said. She moved down until she was lying down directly on top of Shannon, who had pulled out the vibrator and lay it on the table next to her. “And before you even ask, you did great! But we’ve only got a couple minutes before the waitress comes back.”
The two women rolled off the table, and Sandra tossed the discarded sex toy into her purse. Shannon, with her dress still pulled up past her ass and down past her chest, had grabbed Sandra’s dress.
“Suh-… sorry about your underwear,” she said blushing. “I’ll buh-… buy you another puh-… pair.”
Before getting dressed, Sandra smiled. She kissed Shannon, knelt and pulled the woman’s wet black thong down to her ankles. She got Shannon to lift her feet until she could stand up with the redhead’s panties in her hand. She placed them against her face and inhaled. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll just take yours,” she added, grinning as she placed them in her purse.
“Buh-… buh-… but then what will I wear?” Shannon said. A wicked smile from Sandra was all she needed by way of an answer. The redheaded detective pulled her dress back down her thighs. She was going commando for the remainder of the evening. She pulled the dress back up over her tits and grabbed her shawl before helping Sandra back into her dress. Both women were drenched in sweat, margarita mix and girl cum, but it didn’t keep them from kissing each other on the lips, the cheek and the neck. They were nuzzling each other’s necks when the waitress pulled up with a golf cart and a smile. On the way down the ramp, Sandra called up the limo and told the driver to be waiting by the door.
On the way home, Sandra ate her date’s pussy again, bringing her to orgasm in the back of the limousine. When they got back to Sandra’s house, Shannon had her hand up her lover’s dress all the way to the bedroom, where the two women made love for another hour before passing out in each other’s arms.
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The next morning . . .
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Shannon awoke with a start, once again realizing she wasn’t in her own bed. But she wasn’t afraid like she had been the last time. Sandra was propped up against a reading pillow, looking at her.
“Huh-… how long have you buh-… been awake?”
“About half an hour. I got a call from my Mom. I didn’t want to wake you,” Sandra said, leaning forward to kiss the woman who had shared her bed.
“I shuh-… shouldn’t have slept so long. Wuh-… working graveyards is hard enough, buh-… but wuh-… when my sleeping schedule is thrown off . . .”
“If you like,” Sandra interrupted before landing another kiss, “we could do something to tire you out again this afternoon,” she added with a sly grin. “I could leave work early, meet you at your place . . .” Sandra let the sentence trail off, letting the detective fill in the blanks. Shannon blushed.
“I supuh-… suppose that could be arranged.” Shannon went quiet, and her mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to think of how to phrase something. Sandra sat next to her and held the woman’s shoulders and Shannon rested her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Wuh-… what are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I . . . Sleeping wuh-… with someone . . . more than once . . . it’s new to me. Are wuh-… we . . . you know . . . dating?”
It was said with such innocence and nervousness that Sandra almost laughed, but she knew that would probably be a bad reaction. Shannon had been wearing her noble heart on her sleeve for several days, and Sandra would be damned if she would be the one to break it.
“I hope so,” she said warmly. “I’ve already told my Mom about you, and she insisted I talk you into coming down with me to visit sometime soon. She wants to meet this ‘cop’ who has infatuated her daughter.”
“Muh-… meet your mother? I duh-… don’t think I . . .” Shannon paused and looked confused as Sandra drew her up until the redhead was resting her face on Sandra’s chest. “I infuh-… infatuate you?”
Sandra smiled and kissed her friend on the forehead. “More than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Because I’m a nuh-… novelty item?”
The other woman rolled her eyes and sighed. She moved, letting Shannon fall back against the reading pillow while she straddled the redhead’s lap. “No more of that. I mean it, not another word. I didn’t spend last night having the most wonderful sex of my life with you because you’re a hard-luck story. I did it because when you strip away all the hurt you’ve felt, you are STILL a beautiful woman,” she said as she kissed Shannon, “powerful,” was followed by another kiss, “and interesting woman. Besides, it might be nice to have a girlfriend who can help me take care of my speeding tickets.”
That got a chuckle and a blush out of Shannon. “I’ll suh-… see what I can do.”
“Well, one thing you can do is come with me to the bathroom,” Sandra said, getting off the bed and pulling Shannon to her feet. “Then we can take a shower before I have to go to work. Then we can have our rendezvous this afternoon or evening, or sometime before you have to go to work. And after that . . . well, who knows?”
For the first time, it was Shannon who leaned forward, cocked her head and initiated the kiss. She was still moving in baby-steps. After seconds or minutes (neither woman could tell), she pulled back. “Who knows,” she said as the bathroom door closed behind them.