The Heatwave – The Morning After

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The Morning After Helen Chapman awoke slowly, her brain gradually acknowledging her surroundings as consciousness returned. Her bottle green eyes flickered open, and for a moment she stared uncomprehending at the raftered ceiling of the Coach House, which was already thrown into stark relief by the bright morning sunlight. For a brief moment she was disorientated, not immediately recognising her surroundings, and then a tide of memories of the previous evening flooded back, and a slow smile spread over her face as she savoured the delicious soreness between her legs. She was lying alone on a rumpled four poster bed, naked from the waist up, her legs and pelvis covered only with a thin white sheet. Already she could sense the intensity of the sun beating on the windows, and she felt a bead of sweat run slowly between her exposed breasts. She brought her hand up to brush it away, and was unable to prevent herself from allowing her fingers to drift gently over her stiffening nipples, unconsciously re-creating the touch of her lover the previous night, and the intense pleasure she had both experienced and given. And then suddenly she remembered the full circumstances of the last twenty-four hours, and the avalanche of doubts and fears returned as the reality of her situation began to fully dawn on her. “Good morning, gorgeous!” The voice interrupted her chain of thought and brought her rushing back to the present. “I’m glad you’ve finally return to the land of the living – I was beginning to think I was going to have to eat breakfast on my own!” Helen raised her head from the pillow to identify where the voice was coming from, and for not the first time in their relationship found herself marvelling at what an astonishingly beautiful woman Suzi Brakespeare was. Five feet two in her bare feet, her angelic features framed with long blonde hair still wet from the shower, even the oversized granddad shirt she wore could not hide the magnificently curvaceous body that lay beneath. As she walked gracefully towards the bed across the bare boards of the Coach House floor, Helen could clearly see the bounce of her breasts beneath the thin material, and she felt a shaft of sexual desire strike her with an intensity that was almost painful. Suzi placed the tray she carried on the bedside table, and bent her head to kiss Helen firmly on the mouth, her tongue sliding gently between her lovers lips while she cradled her head firmly between her hands. “Mmmmmmm…” Suzi broke off the kiss and drew back to survey Helen’s naked torso. “You look good enough to eat.” Helen giggled. “You did, remember?” “How could I possibly forget?” Suzi sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve brought you breakfast.” She lifted the tray off the table and onto Helen’s lap. “Orange juice, toast, and coffee,” she said indicating the items “There’s more in the kitchen if you want it.” “This is great thanks.” Helen sipped the orange juice. “Have you been up long?” “Half an hour or so. I felt in need of a shower after the exertions of last night.” Suzi held her gaze steadily, watching her reaction. Despite herself Helen felt a blush creeping across her cheeks at this reference to their passionate love-making of the previous evening. “I’m glad you weren’t disappointed”, she said quietly. Suzi continued to hold her gaze unflinchingly. “I had the best fuck of my life,” she said. The words seem to hang in the air for an eternity. “I really mean that. No man or woman has ever made me feel like you did last night. And not just on a physical level.” She shifted position slightly, reaching behind her absently as she felt something hard dig into her buttock. Groping under the sheet she fiddled around until her hand encountered a cylindrical object wrapped up in the folds of the bedsheet. With a giggle she held the vibrator up for inspection. “I suppose I ought to get some new batteries at some point today,” she remarked. Helen lowered her slice of toast to the plate. “Do you really mean that?” “Well, I don’t have to – I thought you rather enjoyed it…” “Suzi, please! Not the batteries, for God’s sake. Be serious for a moment.” Suzi tossed the vibrator onto the other side of the bed and looked at her curiously, head slightly tilted to one side. Another button had fallen open on her shirt and her right breast was exposed almost to the nipple, which Helen could see straining against the thin material. She fought down the overwhelming physical urge to pull this alluring and intensely sexual creature towards her. “Look, I know you think I’m stupid doing all this worrying….but I’m not like you, Suze. I can’t just take this as a bit of fun with no consequences. I need more than that – oh God…what I’m trying to say is…that I think I feel more than that.” “And you’re afraid that I don’t, is that it? Good old slapper Suzi, as long as she gets a good fuck out of it that’s all that matters?” The blonde girl’s smile took the sting out of the words. “That wasn’t what I meant.” Helen looked confused. “It’s just me – I need to know there’s something more here than just sex, for my own sake if nothing else.” She held out her hand towards Suzi. “I’ve never in my life experienced such a strong sexual desire, and it frightens me. Look at me, I’m shaking for Christ’s sake!” “Oh Baby!” Suzi raised Helen’s hand to her lips and gently kissed the knuckles. Almost unconsciously she took the index bahis şirketleri finger in her mouth and gently fellated it. Helen watched this explicit display of sexuality with a mixture of despair and a lust so intense she wanted to scream. As if she could read her lovers thoughts, Suzi slowly removed the finger from her mouth, leaving it damp with her own saliva. For a moment she surveyed her handiwork, then she took the finger and gently rested it at the base of her own throat. Helen held it there for a moment, and then allowed the hand to drift downwards towards the breasts that rose and fell enticingly beneath the thin cotton. The heat in the room suddenly seemed stifling, and Helen could see tiny beads of sweat forming on Suzi’s chest as she arched her back to push it closer to her lovers hand. The blonde girl gently removed the plate of half-eaten toast from Helens lap, and placed her arms either side of her lovers head and took her weight on them. As she did so she gently swung her legs up behind her onto the bed, lowering them gently between Helen’s own, her knees gently forcing the taller girls legs wide apart. Helen lay prone with her lover above her, savouring the contact between her legs. She slid her hand inside Suzi’s shirt, caressing the full breasts, searching for the nipples, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips as Suzi’s pubic bone ground into hers, separated only by a layer of thin cotton. Suzi lowered her head to her lover’s ear. “I meant what I said”, she whispered. “No one has ever made me feel like this, man or woman.” “Oh Suzi!” Helen’s voice was hoarse with desire. “I want you so much it scares me. Not just here, now, like this…” she paused “…but always….” Her voice tailed off as Suzi’s mouth closed over hers, and her hands began frantically searching for the buttons on Suzi’s shirt. As soon as she had them loose she pushed it back over her lover’s shoulders, fingers tangled in the mass of blonde hair and tanned skin. She thrust her pelvis up towards the girl above her, raising her knees, trying to find a position where her clitoris could get the attention it so desperately craved. In response Suzi began gently thrusting with her hips, but then she suddenly seemed to change her mind. Breaking off the kiss she pushed herself upright, and kneeling between Helen’s spread legs, shrugged off the open shirt. With one quick movement she swept the sheet and shirt onto the floor, leaving the taller girl exposed on the bed. For a few seconds she just seemed to savour the sight of her nakedness, and then she slid off the bed and rose to her feet, taking Helen’s hand and she did so. “Come on Baby, I think you need a shower!” Almost before she could think of a reply, Helen found herself being gently led off the bed and guided towards the door of the bathroom. Halfway across the polished wooden floor, Suzi suddenly stopped and pulled Helen to her. Naked, they stood there kissing for several minutes, each savouring the delight of the others naked body pressed against theirs. Helen could feel Suzi’s breasts crushed against her own, the nipples hard against her skin, and she realised that the shorter girl was standing on tip-toe bring her mouth to the level of her lovers. Their tongues danced around each other as they both savoured the moment. Helen’s hands caressed Suzi’s back gently, while her own buttocks were being expertly massaged in return. Then without a word, Suzi broke off the kiss and led Helen across the raised threshold into the tiled bathroom. In fact it was strictly speaking a shower-room, the restrictions of space meaning there was no bath and no separate shower cubicle. The whole room was tiled, walls and floor, on the “wet room” principle, when the shower was on it filled all the available space, and the drain was in the middle of the floor. One outstanding feature was the full-length mirror on one wall – a feature Suzi clearly felt no bathroom should be without, Helen had thought with a grin when she had used the shower the previous evening. Even now she could see her own reflection, standing naked as Suzi worked the taps on the wall behind her. A jet of warm water spurted from the ceiling and splashed onto her shoulder, cascading over her small firm breasts, causing the nipples to stiffen impressively in response. With the shower running to her satisfaction, Suzi moved to a position beside Helen, and studied their reflection in the mirror. “How good do we look together?” Suzi was almost purring with delight. She ran her hands across Helen’s wet breasts, teasing her nipples between her thumb and fore-finger. “You are just soooo beautiful, my darling.” She leant in close and gently nibbled Helens neck. “Such beauty deserves to be rewarded,” she murmured “So as a reward, I’m going to make you cum. And just in case you think that’s just shallow old sex-crazed Suzi talking, I’m going to make you cum because I think I’m falling in love with you. Amongst other things” The room span around Helen. A range of emotions swept through her being: desire, delight, fear in equal measure. She turned her head to seek her lovers kiss, aware that the shower was washing tears from her eyes. But as her lips met Suzi’s, and her open eyes surveyed the beautiful face beneath hers, it was lust that rose intensely within her. A burning desire for sexual gratification, as strong as anything she had ever bahis firmaları experienced before burned through her very soul, causing her to moan out loud with desire. Suzi drew back from the kiss. “Oh baby, you really want it, don’t you?” Helen nodded dumbly. “You are one sexy bitch!” Suzi giggled, “Which makes two of us. Come here!” She pulled Helen back towards the wall opposite the mirror, directly underneath the shower jet. Her back to the wall, she turned Helen so she too faced the mirror, and then slid gently down the tiled wall into a sitting position, slowly guiding Helen down until she too was sat with her back pressed against Suzi’s breasts, between her spread legs. She felt Suzi’s lips against her ear. “I do this on my own sometimes,” Helen felt soapy liquid squeezed onto her chest over her left shoulder. “I like to admire myself while I sit here and play”. Suzi’s left hand began to rub the soap across Helen’s breasts. Her right began to gently push at the inside of her lovers thighs. “Spread ’em, Chapman!” she whispered, “I want to see that lovely little pussy.” Helen let out another little moan as she parted her legs and raised her knees. In the mirror she could clearly see her own reflection, the wanton display of lust and abandonment. Her soapy breasts being expertly breasts massaged by one of Suzi’s hands, while the other slid slowly down her thigh towards the exposed pink of her vagina. She tipped her head back to rest on the blonde girl’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and gave a little shudder of anticipation. Suzi began to concentrate on the task she had set herself. She rinsed her hand carefully in the shower jet to make sure there was no soap on it, and gently slid her fingers between Helen’s pussy lips, brushing her clit. Helen’s body jerked as she did so, and she gave a throaty grunt. “This isn’t going to take long, is it baby?” Suzi whispered in her lover’s ear. “I love it when you need me this bad. I bet you could cum just by me talking to you, couldn’t you?” She giggled huskily. “Don’t tease me Suzi, please….” Helen was shaking as two fingers circled her clitoris. “Please fuck me!” “Of course, baby”. Suzi slid two fingers into Helens pussy and began a gentle thrusting. “Ohhh, fuck!” Helen lifted her buttocks off the tiled floor as she sort to maximise the penetration. “Oh God, yes…” Suzi slid her fingers out of Helen’s pussy and replaced them with her thumb. Helen gave another stifled moan of pleasure. Suzi started thrusting rhythmically with her thumb, her hand pointing downwards between Helen’s spread legs. She curled her first two fingers up between the firm buttocks, and lubricated with a mixture of soapy water and her lovers own juices, she slid her middle finger into Helen’s anus. Helen froze. This was an area of love-making about which she had no experience, one she had always been at pains to avoid. Every fibre of her Catholic upbringing screamed at her that this was dirty, unnatural, perverted. And then as the finger and thumb within her began to work their magic, a far more basic instinct took over and she felt a wave of pleasure rise within her; a pleasure so intense that it could not be denied, a pleasure that seemed to build for an age, layer upon layer, wave upon wave of intensity, each one greater than before until it seemed that the dam must burst or be swamped. And yet it held fast until it could finally hold no longer… “Cum for me, baby!” Suzi gasped in her ear, her wrist a blur, finger and thumb frantically pistoning into Helen’s body. Helen went rigid, her buttocks now clean off the floor, her pelvis thrust forwards. The water from the shower glued her dark hair to her head, her eyes were closed, her mouth open and moving soundlessly, as if she was trying to say something. “Aaaaaaarrrgggghhhhh!” The scream was animal in its intensity. Helen’s eyes snapped open as she came, and her pelvis bucked frantically as if she was fighting to escape the intrusion of Suzi’s fingers. “Oh God, yes, yes….oh SHIT!” Suzi was determined not to stop until her lover begged her to. Her right hand continued to work furiously between Helen’s legs, while her left rolled and tugged at her nipples. She lowered her head and bit firmly at the base of Helen’s neck. Another wave of orgasm powered through the dark-skinned girl’s body and caused Suzi to jerk her own head back sharply, fearful for her teeth. “Oh fuck, Suzi, stop please! I can’t take any more!” Helen’s hands struggled to pull Suzi’s from between her legs. Shuddering, she pulled her legs together drew them up to her chest as she fell back into the arms of the young woman who had just given her such intense pleasure. For a while she lay there, foetal, head thrown back, allowing the shower water to splash into her face. Then she slowly raised her head and put her arms around Suzi’s neck, looking straight into her bright blue eyes. “I love you,” she said simply, and sobbing, buried her head in the wet blonde curls. —————————————– Judi woke suddenly, blinking in the intense sunlight that flooded through the open french-windows of her bedroom. God, she must have slept late, she thought. Mind you, it had been the early hours of the morning before she had finally got to sleep. For a moment she lay there, mulling over the events of the previous day. As if it wasn’t enough to discover your daughter having a lesbian kaçak bahis siteleri relationship (and an extremely sexually gratifying one, to judge from what she had heard) you end up having wonderful cathartic sex with someone you hardly know, who turns up on your doorstep later the same evening. She closed her eyes for a moment and contemplated going back to sleep. No, that would never do, she decided. For one, she need a shower, she could still feel the sticky wetness between her legs. And secondly the adventures of the previous night had made her aware of something that she hadn’t even realised she was missing – something she should have taken care of a long time ago. She swung her legs out of bed and pulled on her silk dressing gown as she walked to the French windows. Yet another scorcher of a day, she thought as she squinted out into the baking sunlight. No sign of the heat wave abating as yet. Likewise, no sign of Suzi stirring, either. She stared across the gravelled yard at the Coach House, and idly wondered if Helen had stayed the night. I hope this isn’t going to cause a lot of problems, she thought. I wonder who Helen’s parents are? Oh God, I might even know them! How embarrassing could that be? She wandered back into the bedroom, and checked the watch by her bed. Eleven-thirty – even later than she had thought. Time to make that ‘phone call. She opened the door to her en-suite and began to run a bath. It suited her mood better than a shower, and meant she could relax and chat at the same time. She retrieved the ‘phone from it’s place by the bed and set it down beside the bath. For a while she sat thinking about nothing in particular, just watching the bubbles rise to the rim of the tub. She reached over and turned off the taps, before standing up and allowing the dressing gown to swing open. For a moment she stood, surveying herself in the mirror. Not at all bad, she reflected for the second time in as many days, as she allowed the gown to drop off her shoulders and gently cupped a breast in each hand, feeling the weight and firmness. It was a long time since those boobs had been her meal-ticket, she thought, but they could still turn a few heads. Her finger tips brushed her nipples, and she felt a stirring of desire between her legs. For a moment she toyed with the idea of indulging herself with masturbation, and her pulse quickened as she anticipated the delights of orgasm, but then she put the idea to the back of her mind until she had spoken to Kayti. She pulled down the blind on the frosted window to block out the worst of the glare of the midday sun, and lit several scented candles, before lowering herself sensuously beneath the bubbles, resting her head on the rim as she slowly soaped her body. For a while she just lay there, listening to the drip of the tap and savouring the vanilla aroma of the candles, feeling the water support and caress her body, the warm gloom of the bathroom making her drowsy and relaxed. With some effort she roused herself and reached for the ‘phone, flicking through the numbers stored in it until she found the one she was looking for. Kayti Chamberlain was Judi’s oldest and closest friend. Godmother at Suzi’s christening, bridesmaid at Judi’s wedding, and guide and confidant from the day they had first met on what transpired to be mutually their first topless photoshoot. It was Kayti who had persuaded her that they should both alter their names to more exotic spellings to enhance their allure; thus Katherine Marie Chambers had become Kayti Chamberlain, while Judith Michelle Truscott became Judi Brakespeare. For a brief spell they had been lovers, sharing a bed in a bachelorette flat in Battersea, but they both quickly came to appreciate that their friendship was worth more to them than a mutual desire for sexual satisfaction, and had moved on, while making sure that the deep affection they felt for each other remained intact. Over the years their paths had diverged, Kayti was now an incredibly successful businesswoman, while Judi had been happy to lose herself in her relationship with Tommy, a man considerably older than her who had become her lover and ultimately her husband; and the closest thing Suzi had ever had to a father. Since Tommy’s death, however, Judi had felt as if her life had been put on hold. As a married couple they had enjoyed an intensely physical relationship, and Judi felt the loss of her companion and lover keenly. Feeling that any sparks she rekindled might grow to become flames disloyal to her late husband’s memory, she had done her best to suppress her natural physicality and play the role of slightly faded country widow. She was only just beginning to realise how little lace and chintz suited her, and her daughters recent behaviour was only serving to emphasise the point. She pressed the green button on the handset, and heard the ringing tone begin. Once, twice, three times…she wondered if she’d got the right number. “Judi, darling!” The voice on the other end of the line had a distinctly upper-middle class twang to it, something which always amused Judi when she recalled the Kayti of twenty years ago defiantly singing the praises of her working class upbringing in rural Shropshire. “How are you, my love? It’s been simply ages!” “Yes, I know. I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. There’s been so much to sort out…” “I understand, sweetheart. You must have had a pretty rough year. Never mind, we’re talking now and that’s the main thing. How is that gorgeous daughter of yours?” “Rather too gorgeous for her own good.” “Oh, dear. Just like her mother then.” Kayti gave a throaty chuckle.

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