0 comments/ 41909 views/ 2 favorites Jayne's Latin Licker Ch. 1 By: jayceebird Chapter 1. "Temptation On The Train" The tube train was packed. On the hottest day of the year so far, with temperatures in the high eighties it was like a sauna. As usual, the gallant gentlemen of London stared straight ahead and sat on, refusing to offer their seat to a lady. Not even to an attractive thirty-year-old lady in a clinging summer dress. So Jayne stood like a monkey in the aisle, clutching the handhold, crushed like a sardine between the enormous fat man in front and - she turned her head slightly - the teenage schoolboy behind her. She was sticky with sweat and she was as horny as hell. Last night Loren had phoned. It was a game they had begun to play. Like a dirty phone call. Loren would pretend that she had just lifted the phone and Jayne would ask her intimate details about herself. Did she like boys? Had she ever let one touch her? Her breasts? Pussy? Did she masturbate? Had she ever made love to another girl? What was it like? And while Loren told her in graphic detail Jayne would have her hand up between her thighs, pumping furiously. It was so arousing to hear Loren gasping her answers out on the other end of the phone, knowing the eighteen-year-old honey was masturbating too. They had talked like that for almost an hour last night. They had both creamed copiously round their fingers and Loren promised she would call back. The train stopped at every station. There was no way they could cram in any more people, and nobody was getting off, so it looked like being a long hot journey home. As they swayed along in the dimly lit carriage - every other light smashed by vandals - she couldn't prevent herself from being pushed against the 18-year-old boy behind her. The fat man in front must have weighed at least twenty stone. The poor lad could go no further back as he was the last person in the carriage and next to the door, so when Jayne was pushed back into him, he just had to take it. The fat man's massive back was to her, her back was to the young man. After one particular lurch in which the kid was almost crushed to death. Jayne half turned and said, "Sorry." The boy just smiled shyly and mumbled, "S'alright." Jayne smiled to herself. Her firm ass was crushed right against this kid's crotch and he says it's alright. She decided to have a little fun. Every time the train lurched she let herself fall back against the boy, and every time she did she ground her ass into him, making sure to slide it back and forth a little. All very accidental of course. It took less than two minutes before she was rewarded with the pressure of his swelling young penis against her jutting bum. Of course Jayne pretended to be completely oblivious to the turgid bulge, feeling it get bigger each time she ground herself into his crotch. Right, let's see now. Jayne moved back gradually until she was pushing against him steadily, as if the train was braking to a halt, which it wasn't. And the lad knew it. He caught on then and began to push back at her. Jayne could feel the minute thrusting of his hips against her ass. The filthy little boy was dry-fucking her! The thought caused a rush of slick juice to flood into her panties. She pushed back into him and was rewarded with a little flurry of thrusts. Jayne manoeuvred her ass until his bulge was sliding between the trembling globes. She looked at the passengers on either side of her. Noses buried in newspapers or eyes closed, dozing out the journey. Jayne began to gently thrust her rump backwards, feeling his swollen penis through his trousers and her thin summer dress. It would be a simple matter to reach behind and release that young cock from the confines of his trousers, pull her dress up to her waist and let him slide his randy little dick between the soaking lips of her drooling cunt. If they had been alone on this train that's exactly what she would have done. Another spurt of juice slid into her panties. The train rumbled round a curve in the track and everyone swayed to the side. Jayne took a chance. Making it look like she was steadying herself to anyone watching, (she needn't have bothered) she suddenly reached behind her and ran her hand over the bulging mound of his cock, pressing it lightly in passing. If the boy was in any doubt as to her willingness to play, he now had a clear sign. As the train slowed down for the next station she felt herself being pushed back against him again. She leaned her head back and half turned to him, her face inches from his. "Do it till you come!" she whispered. She wriggled her ass across his jutting cock and turned away. When the train stopped, one person got off, but incredibly another two got on, adding to the already stifling crush. No one noticed the woman and the young boy at the end of the carriage. Jayne would have given anything to be able to masturbate. The boy was grinding himself firmly into her squirming ass cheeks and all she needed was to get a finger, two maybe, into her slushing cunt, give herself a good finger-fuck. She began to clench and unclench the muscles of her pussy, gripping an imaginary cock. She could feel her face flushed and hot and her mouth was dry, but then everyone looked flushed and hot in this sweatbox. The train was one stop before hers. Jayne pulled her thighs stiffly together, crushing the swollen lips of her pussy between them, flexing her buttocks and pushing back against the boy's minutely thrusting dick. She thought of that young cock, rubbing hotly against her cunt-mound and sliding over her belly and she had to restrain herself from turning around to face him and glueing her mouth over his, shoving her belly against his rearing dick. She held the thought and, without touching herself in anyway, just flexing the muscles of her cunt, she began to cum. The fact that she couldn't cry out or express herself in any way only added to the fantastic sensations. She could feel the orgasm rolling in waves through her quaking cunt. Her legs were trembling. She leaned back against the boy. "My stop is next," she whispered urgently, "Are you ready?" She was close enough to his face to feel his heavy breath on her hair. "Y-yess," he murmured. The train moved off and headed for Jayne's stop, traversing the many switches and cross rails of the main station. It began to rock from side to side, pushing the passengers this way and that. It was the perfect cover. "Do it now!" hissed Jayne, using the roll of the train to disguise the thrusting of her ass. The boy began to do the same, humping his hips against her grinding globes. Jayne could feel the rigid lump almost boring a hole in her thin summer dress, prodding between the cheeks of her jiggling ass. She tightened her thighs. She was cumming again. Oh fuck, here it is! She felt the boy stiffen. He stopped pushing. Then started again, briefly. Jayne could feel him trembling. He was cumming - shooting all that boy-spunk into his pants. Right here on the train. Ahh yes, ahh yes-ss… Jayne too was spending into her soaking panties. She could feel it trickling down the insides of her thighs. The rattle of the wheels on the cross rails almost drowned out the little moan of ecstasy from behind her. As the train drew to a halt, the fat man in front began to shuffle forward and suddenly Jayne could move again. In the melee to get off the train she turned to the boy behind her. He was quite handsome, but she was surprised at how young he looked - seventeen, maybe eighteen. Blond hair. His face was flushed crimson, whether from the stifling heat of the train, embarassment or because he had just shot his load was hard to tell. He was holding his school satchel in front of him. There was going to be one helluva stain on the front of his pants in the morning. Nobody took the slightest notice as Jayne planted a tickling kiss on his ear. "Did you enjoy that?" she whispered. He nodded his head shyly, the beads of sweat still glistening on his brow. "Me too." Jayne said. Then she turned and got off the train. Please feel free to comment on this story to the author. I would greatly appreciate any feedback as this is my first submission to Literotica. Your vote would be a bonus. Jayne's Latin Licker Ch. 2 Chapter 2: "Phucking On The Phone." Jayne sat length-ways on the settee sipping at a long, cool glass of gin drowned in tinkling ice and tonic. She wore a light silk dressing gown over her bra and pants, but even so she could feel the heavy oppressiveness of the night air on her damp skin. Normally she didn't drink during the week but the weather was unusually sticky, she'd had it up to here with whinging customers and it had taken her two hours to get home, so stuff it, she needed this. It had been a bitch of day. Mostly. She thought about the kid on the train and smiled wide. Horny little bugger. The phone rang. She reached across to the small table beside the settee, picked up the phone and said hello. "Hello," said a husky voice. "Hello," said Jayne again. "who's speaking, please?" "An admirer," said the voice breathily. "I beg your par- ," "I've seen you around. You've got lovely breasts -" "What?" "-and your ass, your delicious curvy ass -," whispered the voice. "-I bet men look at you and it makes their cocks go hard thinking about feeling those big titties and rubbing your gorgeous ass. I bet you like them looking, don't you? "I-I - it's none of your bu-. Who is this?" "Don't you?" hissed the voice. "I don't want to h-" "Do you think they masturbate at the thought of your big tits in their hands? Wouldn't you like them to jerk off while thinking about fucking you?" Jayne's breathing was getting deeper. A glistening film of moisture began to form on her forehead. "Well!" demanded the whispering voice. "Y-yes." said Jayne faintly. "Yes what? said the merciless voice. "What would you like?" "For them t-to masturbate." "WHAT?" "Jerk off about - about f-fucking me." "Would it make you horny thinking about someone stroking his erect cock and imagining he was sliding it in between your thighs - rubbing it over your wet pussy lips, parting them, then plunging it inside your soaking cunt?" A long, breathy oohh escaped from Jayne's parted lips. "Y-yesss," she sighed. "Feeling it thrusting inside you, stretching your drooling cunt, making your cream gush out-" "Oooo-oohhh," moaned Jayne. "-around the fat, swollen head of his big dick. Would it?" "Mmm-mmm…" "And after he'd fucked your dripping cunt and his balls were swollen with cum, he would get up and kneel over you and put that big purple helmet up to your face and you'd let him slide it between your lips and into your warm, hungry mouth, wouldn't you?" "Ooohhh..y- yess," Jayne made an 'O' with her lips and stuck out her tongue. "And you would suck on his fat prick and lick it with your horny tongue, and then, just when he was about to cum he would pull away and ask you to stroke him, jerk his long cock off over your big tits." The sweat was pouring off Jayne's forehead. "Would you do it? Would you?" "Ooh yess…" "And you would pull on his stiff dick and rub your erect nipples around his balls and wank him off, listening to him moaning as his creamy cum spurted out and splashed all over your big, bulging tits, drenching you in man-juice, clinging to your nipples – white, steaming cum…" Jayne was groping one heaving breast, spreading the imaginary sperm over it. "Would it make you want to masturbate - to finger yourself off?" "Yes-ssss." "Yes what?" "It - it would make me want to - to f-finger myself." Jayne already had her hand inside her panties and was urgently rubbing it over her mound. "Do you like doing it to yourself - fingering your own cunt-" "Mmmmm-mm." Jayne increased the pressure on her mound, grinding her hips against her hand. "- frigging yourself till you cum - till your cunt is pouring with girl-cream?" At the thought of girl-cream Jayne's pussy surged and she almost came. "Are you doing it now?" hissed the silky voice. "Y-yes, mmmm…" "What are you doing?" "T-touching myself." "Where? Touching yourself where?" "Between my legs - under my p-panties" "On your cunt? Are you touching your cunt? Tell me!" "Yes-ss - I'm touching my- my cunt." "Is it wet?" "I-I think so. I-I haven't -." "Push your finger inside it - right into your pussy. Do it now!" Jayne slid her hand down and the tingling lips of her sex parted easily for one probing finger to slip wetly into the glistening flesh. She was soaking. "Are you wet?" "Ohh yes-ss, yes" Her mouth was so dry. "Really wet?" "Dripping." She ran her tongue over her lips. She would have loved to fondle her swelling breasts but she had to hold the phone - and her pussy needed her other hand. "Is it slushy - and sucky?" "Yes, if I uh - use t-two fingers." "Do it! Put the phone up to your cunt and let me hear you masturbating!" Jayne obeyed. She pushed two fingers up into her hot, oily depths and jabbed them in and out like a piston. Her cunt sucked and squished around her fingers, bathing them in a creamy film of girl-juice. She held the phone against her crotch for a while, then she put it up to her ear. She could smell the horny aroma of her own sex on the mouthpiece. "C-could you hear it?" she asked breathlessly. "Mmm, y-yes," said the voice. Did it sound a trifle unsteady - aroused? "Was it nice?" Jayne was gaining confidence. "Yes," the voice whispered. "s-oo wet." "Are - are you, uhhnn, touching yourself?" "Yes-ss, y-yes I am." The voice was aroused! "Masturbating?" Jayne heard the tiny mewling in her ear. "Mmmm-mm." "Tell me what you're doing." There was a slight pause, followed by a low moan. "I-I'm lying on the bed, in my nightdress, no panties, nearly n-naked. My l-legs are open - wide open. I've got my h-hand between them, rubbing my - my cunt…aaahhh…" Jayne's breath caught in her throat and she surrendered herself to another flurry of finger fucking. "W-would you like to be here now - watching me fingering myself?" gasped the voice. Jayne's answered with a long, low mmmmm-mmm. The voice was getting husky with desire. "We - we could watch each other masturbating, f-fucking our own cunts, our wet, dripping cu- Ohh fuck, FUCK - I'm cumming - CUMMING-GGG…!" Listening to the sounds of orgasm on the other end of the phone drove Jayne frantic with lust and she forced three fingers into her swollen cunt. In two strokes she was creaming round them. "Oh Jessusss - me too, me too," she wailed There was silence on the other end of the phone. Just the sound of rapid, heavy breathing. Then the voice again - breath rasping. "We- we could d-do it to each other." Jayne gathered her breath. "Do w-what?" "Masturbate." "Y-you mean wank each other off?" "Yes. Would you let me frig you - finger-fuck you?" Savouring the crude words. "Ohh - yess." "And would you do it to me?" "Y-you mean put my fingers inside your cunt - and frig you 'til you - you cum?" There was a long groan of ecstasy from the voice. "Ooohh yess…yes-sss.." "Would you kiss me - while I fingered you?" breathed Jayne. "Oohh yes." "On the mouth - using your tongue?" "I'd suck your mouth - lick it, french-kiss your lips." "Our tits would be rubbing together." Jayne could barely speak. "While I groped your gorgeous ass." "I'd lick your fat nipples - suck the milk out of your tits." "I'd stick my tongue into your hot hole, lick out your juice." "Aaah fuckk, you filthy bitch." hissed Jayne, imagining the feel of a tongue in her cunt. "Yes -yes I am - , "The voice was rising. "A dirty, horny, cunt-hungry, filthy bitch - aren't you?" "Ohh fuck yes. I love cunt, and tits - and -and fingering myself and-and..ohhh I-I'm going to c-cummm..Ohhh my cunt! I've got four fingers inside it, frigging myself." "Ahhhhh..." wailed the voice. Jayne's hand was pumping her bunched fingers into her slushing cunt. She was moaning and thrashing about on the settee, her thighs outspread as far as she could, making no attempt to control her passion even if she had been capable of doing so. She masturbated deliriously, feeling the hot cream of her pussy pouring out and over her fingers and hand. She dropped the phone and began to rub her free hand across her bulging breasts, gripping them spasmodically and pinching the nipples mercilessly. Jayne was having multiple orgasms, each one running into the other, and each more intense than the one before. Finally, she raised her ass off the settee, thrusting her belly in the air, her legs and thighs trembling as the massive orgasm welled up in her cunt. "Aaaa-aaahhhhhh JEESSUSSSS! Jayne climaxed, the slippery juice of her cum squirting out and over her thrusting hand. Her head was swimming, her breasts heaving with the force of the orgasm. She swallowed several times to wet her dry mouth. Then she lifted the phone. All she could hear was the laboured breathing on the other end, blowing across the phone. She waited until it subsided a little. "H-hello?" she said carefully. The breathing paused slightly. "That was - fantastic." said the voice. "Did you enjoy it?" whispered Jayne. "I've lost count of the number of times I came." "Me too Loren." There was a pause. Then the voice said. "Who's Loren?" Jayne's heart leapt. Then she smiled. "Nice one, Loren. Nice touch. You almost had me worried there." Silence. "Hello? Loren? Loren? Stop fooling." "I'm not fooling -," said the voice. " - and I'm not Loren." And Jayne recalled that the voice had been whispering most of the time except when she was cumming, but Jayne had been cumming too so she hadn't noticed. The realisation that it wasn't Loren hit her with all the force of a runaway truck. "Who is this please?" Demanding, trying to control the tremble in her voice, her hands still shaking from her shattering orgasm. "Does it matter?" said the voice. "O course it mat-, look, who are you?" "You enjoyed what we were doing, didn't you?" "That's not the point," stammered Jayne. "You pretended to-" "I pretended nothing." The voice was of a woman, at least as old as Jayne, pleasantly modulated. "I made a dirty phone call to a woman who I thought - hoped - would enjoy it." "How do you know me - where from? Who are you? Where did you see me? When?" Jayne fought down the panic. "Listen-, " the woman said. "I am not some nutcase who wants to pester you and follow you around. I am not a stalker. I did it on the spur of the moment. What I said at the beginning is the truth. I am an admirer." She paused and Jayne heard a deep intake of breath before she continued. "I have seen you quite a number of times, it doesn't matter where, and I was - am - attracted to you. If you had hung up on me that would have been it, you would never have heard from me again. As it is, after this conversation, you will never hear from me again if you don't want to." Jayne was too dumbfounded to say anything. The woman took it as a sign that the conversation was over. "I apologise for having alarmed you, Jayne. I'm so sorry." she said softly. "Goodbye." "NO! NO WAIT!" Jayne cried. "Wait." She gave a rueful sigh. "I'm not that sensitive." She took a moment to compose herself then she said. "you have the advantage of me. You know my name, where I live, my phone number, what I look like. On the other hand, I know nothing at all about you. Nothing." "You know more than you think, Jayne." said the woman. "Like what, for instance?" "Like that you can arouse me and make me have multiple orgasms without even touching me." Jayne sensed that she was smiling. "I suppose so, but then - you can do the same for me." She wondered if the woman was attractive. "I'm not bad looking," she said, uncannily almost plucking the thought from Jayne's head. "Describe yourself, " said Jayne. "Truthfully." "Well, facially I suppose I'm quite attractive. I have medium length dark hair, straight. I am five feet three inches tall. My legs are a good shape. My measurements are, well – proportional." "Married? "Not now." "What age are you?" "Thirty-two." "What's your name?" "Amanda." "You sound lovely. I'd wish I could see you." "Would you want to?" "Yes, " said Jayne slowly. "I think I would." There was a short silence. "Did you enjoy what we did?" said the woman. "Yes," Jayne said softly. "Yes I did." "Enough to do it again - sometime?" "Sometime? How about anytime?" There was a pleasant tinkle of laughter at the other end, then a little catch of breath. "You made me so aroused." "I made you?? Why, I was rolling around here like - like, well- you should have seen me." "I wish I had. I want to." "Can we meet sometime- somewhere, Amanda?" "Yes. But it must be nuetral, at least at first. I want you to see me and then decide." "A bar, for a drink- somewhere like that - no?" "Yes," said Amanda, "A bar would be nice. Somewhere quiet." "When?" "Me? Anytime, it's up to you." "Friday- no, Thursday. Thursday night, eight-thirty?" "Where?" "Do you know The Dirty Dog?" Amada burst into laughter. "I am a dirty dog! Sorry, yes I know it. Thursday, eight-thirty." Jayne was laughing too. "Bitch," she giggled. "You're a dirty bitch. Remember?" "You too," Amanda tittered. "We both are, and I can't wait till Thursday." "Me too." whispered Jayne. "See you then." "Yes. 'Bye." "Goodnight, Jayne." The line clicked and purred. Jayne looked at the silent phone and said. "Jee-suss..!" The barman watched the players racing up and down the pitch, five minutes into the match and eager to get the first goal. The sound was muted so as not to drown out the piped music but mainly because Thursday night was quiet and most of the few patrons were couples who whispered in the low-lit booths, oblivious to all but themselves. The place was dark without being gloomy. Cosy dark. For the two women in the snug at the back of the room it was perfect. They sipped their drinks slowly and whispered questions across the small round table between them. Jayne had arrived early, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman she had arranged to meet, perhaps thinking that if she did not match the fantasy picture in her mind, she could always sneak out unnoticed. She had sat at a table just behind the door, able to see without being seen. She ordered a drink and watched the door through the mirror behind the bar. Eight-thirty came and went and no single women came in the bar. At eight thirty-five she decided she would go in five minutes. "Hello Jayne." Jayne had turned slowly, thinking now it's too late - to meet the frank gaze of the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen. They were framed by a thick halo of gleaming black hair cut to curl in just below the ears. The full lips were smiling hesitantly. Even white teeth. She was lovely. "Amanda?" Jayne was conscious that she was staring. Amanda stared frankly back. Then she gave a little blink and a tiny shake of her head."I'm sorry - I was staring." she said. "Me too." smiled Jayne. She thrust out her hand. "Jayne Melrose." "Amanda Falcone." said Amanda. "I have a table at the back - shall we go there?" They had ordered a drink and were noow sitting across from each other in the intimate confines of the snug. A single low watt table lamp sat between them, washing soft light over their faces. "Falcone," said Jayne. "that's not an English name." "Italian. Both my parents are Italian." Hence the beautiful olive skin. "I was born here." A short silence. A sipping of drinks. Jayne said. "How do you know me?" Amanda's head dropped and she looked at her drink. She smiled. "I don't really know you, Jayne. I saw you about a month ago on the train on the way home from work, and I followed you." "Followed me?" Jayne's brow furrowed. "Why would-?" "I followed you home, and got your address. After that it was a simple matter to get your phone number." Jayne was watching her intently. "That wasn't the last time I followed you, though. I did it several times after that. Sometimes almost up to your door." "But why? "I told you on the phone the other night - I was attracted to you." "A total stranger?" Amanda looked up at her. "I know." she said and took a sip of her drink. Jayne looked at her throat moving as she swallowed. Her neck was long and smooth. Jayne thought of kissing it. "Sexually?" she said. "Yes." Amanda said huskily. Jayne swallowed dryly. That yes was like a hot mouth on her nipples. She felt the tremblings of arousal in the her belly. Under the table her thighs drifted slightly apart. "Why me?" Jayne leaned a little across the table, suddenly conscious of her breasts being crushed by her folded arms. "Why not you?" said Amanda softly. "You're luscious." "Luscious?" Jayne almost laughed. She had never been called luscious before. But Amanda was looking right into her face. Jayne was looking at Amanda's full mouth as it formed the words. "Luscious," Amanda said again. "Absolutely lushiouss-s." She hissed the last syllable, staring into Jayne's eyes with those beautiful dark ones. Jayne felt her heart lurch and suddenly there was a surge of fullness between her legs. "Jesus." she whispered. "What's wrong?" said Amanda, reaching out and touching Jayne's arm. "I think I've had an orgasm." Amanda gave a low oohhh and furrowed her brow. She bit lightly on her lower lip. "What gave-?" she whispered, eyes smokey. "You - and your - your luscious!" breathed Jayne. "You made me cum!" Amanda reached out and squeezed Jayne's arm. "That's so good," she whispered. "I want to make you cum, and cum and – shhhh!" She let go of Jayne's arm and turned as the waitress approached the table. They ordered another drink. "That phone call?" said Jayne, when the waitress had delivered fresh drinks. "That was a gamble - God was it ever." said Amanda. "It was one of the most outrageous things I've ever done. I was blushing like a rose when I was dialling your number. And when you answered…" She phewed and shook her head. "If you had hung up…" "But I didn't." "That's right - you didn't." "What did you think when you were following me? How close were you?" "Sometimes only a couple of feet away." "Feet?" "Yes. I could smell your perfume." "What did you do - I mean-?" "I ogled your body." Amanda's voice was breathy, nostrils wide. "Your legs and your breasts - and your gorgeous jutting bum in that white, tight dress." Jayne was amazed. "You saw me in that?" "You only wore it once during that hot spell. I wanted you to wear it every day. I could see the outline of your whole body through it, imagine what you were like without it - Oh Christ, Jayne, I'm getting so horny." Jayne slipped off her shoe. "Open your legs." she whispered hoarsely, at the same time stretching her foot below the table and up between the compliant thighs of the other woman who was wearing no tights or stockings. She rested her heel on the edge of the seat. "Press against my foot." she said. Amanda felt the toes of Jayne's foot wriggling insistently against her pubic mound and pushed herself forward. Jayne felt the heat of her through the silk panties. "Keep talking," she said. Amanda's thighs closed around her writhing foot and she began to make small, unobtrusive grinding motions, pushing the bulge of her mound against it. Her tongue kept darting out and wetting her dry mouth. "Tell me more Amanda." "I would follow you, getting as close as I could, looking at your body moving underneath that dress, thinking about touching you, k-kissing you on - on the mouth - french kissing, with our tongues- ." Jayne's Latin Licker Ch. 2 Amanda's hips were pushing and grinding in small urgent movements, crushing the swell of her pubes against Jayne's foot. Her panties were buried between the lips of her cunt and her juices were flowing, sliding slick and oily from her creaming slit. "-in each others mouth and our breasts c-crushed together - oh Christ!" Jayne thought she was going to cum right there. "Did you masturbate?" Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes - when I got home. I couldn't wait to get home. Straight into the bedroom. Straight onto the bed, with my clothes on - unbutton my blouse, pull up my bra, oh God! pull my pants down, sometimes just aside. Soaking, dripping wet, ohhhh… " Her thighs clenched and unclenched, trapping Jayne's foot in a trembling embrace. Her mouth formed the words soundlessly. "-I'm cummminggg…" Jayne reached across and held her tightly by both arms, fighting an urge to cover that oooh-ing mouth with hers and bury her tongue inside it, instead looking warily around the bar, expecting to see the whole room staring at them. The bartender was at the far end of the bar, and now that the game was into half-time he was flirting with the waitress. Nobody was taking the slightest notice of the two women. Jayne waited until Amanda had calmed down, looking at her, her lower lip caught gently in her teeth. "Did you enjoy that?" Amanda took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Mmmmmm." "I want you to come home with me tonight - now. Right now." said Jayne, feeling lightheaded and tremendously aroused. She held Amanda's eyes. "Do you want to?" "Try and stop me." Jayne came out of the kitchen with two drinks in her hand. She gave one to Amanda and settled on the sofa directly across from her. In the brighter lights of the room she could see how lovely she was. Those deep, dark eyes, heavy lidded and incredibly sexy, surrounded by the smooth, olive skin of her face. And that mouth. Amanda was looking at her too, frankly appraising the woman she had followed so often. They kept it low-key at first. About their jobs, their failed marriages (quickly past that) to hobbies and clothes and good restaurants and stuff, but it had to come around again. They both knew it was going to. Savouring it. There was a moment's silence when they stopped small-talking. "If I ask you to do something, will you do it?" Amanda said softly. Jayne nodded slowly, eyes locked with hers. "Would you put on that white summer dress for me?" Jayne raised her eyebrows and smiled gently. "Really?" Amanda closed her eyes slowly and nodded once. Jayne went into the bedroom and came out several minutes later wearing the thin summer dress. It clung to her figure, revealing every delectable curve and protruberance. She was completely naked underneath it. She was rewarded by a shaky intake of breath from Amanda, who was staring at her, running her eyes shamelessly over her body, resting on the protruding stalks of her nipples. Jayne felt her eyes on them, and they erected, as if she was stroking them with her fingers. "I'm going to stand up - " Amanda stood up. "- and I want you to come over and put your arms around me - and kiss me. " Still staring into those dark pools of her eyes Jayne mouthed I'd love to. "Why don't you turn down the lights." whispered Amanda. Jayne switched off the lamp on the table beside her, leaving just the floor lamp in the corner to cast its intimate glow around the room. She walked across the floor and straight into the open arms of the Italian beauty. It was a gentle, tentative kiss at first, exploring, brushing, getting moist. Jayne felt the soft cushion of Amanda's full lips pressing on her own as gradually the kiss got deeper and her mouth opened. The first tickling thrust of her tongue sent waves of unspeakable pleasure down into her belly and between her thighs. She pushed her tongue deep into Amanda's mouth and the two women began to French kiss in earnest. Amanda's hands crept down Jayne's back, following the ridge of her spine and then over the flaring curve of her ass. She held the two bulging globes in her palms and then she pulled her in, grinding her belly against Jayne's, urging Jayne with her thrusting hips to do the same to her. Which she did. They stood in the middle of the room, belly to belly, thigh to thigh, breasts mashed together, mouths glued to each other, writhing their pubic mounds in little circles, pulling each other in by their taut buttocks, the harsh, rapid breathing of their arousal the only sound in the softly lit room. They stood like that for almost five minutes. Finally Jayne broke away, flushed and hot, breathless with desire. She stepped back from Amanda. Her breasts were rising and falling, almost bursting out of the clinging dress. "N-now I want you to do s-something for me." Amanda stood in front of her, lips swollen and pouting, her hair slightly awry. "Anything -just tell me," she gasped. "Let's get our breath back - have a drink first, then…" Jayne went to the kitchen and got fresh drinks. In the meantime Amanda went to the bathroom to straighten her hair and re-apply her lipstick. When she came back, Jayne was sitting on the settee, drink in hand. The other settee was arranged directly opposite, about three feet away. Amanda's drink was on the table beside it. She sat down, aware of the closeness of the seating. Jayne watched her, openly lusting at her. Amanda ogled her in turn. So…?" she said "Take off your blouse - and your skirt." Jayne watched with unconcealed lust as Amanda did so, standing finally in the middle of the room in just her bra and panties. Jayne stared at the tops of her full breasts where they plunged down in a deep cleft into her bra. Her panties were the briefest. Jayne gaped hungrily at the bulge of Amanda's cunt, seeing the faint darkness of her pubic hair underneath the shimmering triangle of silk. "Sit down, here, in front of me." she said. Amanda sat down in the seat opposite. "I'm curious," she said, head cocked to the side, those gorgeous lips stretched in a smile. "What are we going to do?" "We're going to talk." "Talk?" Amanda's eyebrows arched. "Just talk?" "No. Talk, and look - ." Jayne took a sip of her drink and ran her tongue slowly over her lips. She slid her hand down until it rested on the bulging mound of her pubis. "- and masturbate." Amanda gave a little gasp of arousal. "We're going to talk about sex," Jayne went on. "And while we're talking I will be looking at you, at your mouth and your breasts and your belly and between your legs. And I will be masturbating. You will tell me all the things I ask in the most obscene language while I finger myself off. And you will be looking at me. You will stare at my breasts - my tits, as I fondle them and grope them and you will watch my hand rub between my thighs, watch my fingers part the lips of my cunt, see me finger-fuck myself, as you will be fingering your own cunt." Amanda was staring at Jayne as she spoke and her breasts were heaving. She had her hands cupped beneath them, pulling up on them, head nodding in approval at Jayne's words. "Do you masturbate often?" Jayne suddenly started the game. "Every day - every night." Amanda looked directly at her, still fondling her breasts. "Until you cum?" "Yes - to exhaustion." Her hand was rubbing her mound over the silk panties, thighs slightly spread. Jayne watched her hand, imitating it with her own, the hem of the white dress riding up her thighs, inches from her crotch. Amanda was staring down there. "You're looking between my legs." said Jayne huskily. "Can you see my - cunt?" Amanda's response was an intake of breath. "Just - just a little." "I love to masturbate - wank." said Jayne. "Sometimes I do it in work, at my desk. Or on the bus, or train." Amanda had her legs open and her hand was working underneath her panties, finger extended to slide along her dripping slit. "What do you think of when you do it?" she breathed. "Everything - anything that excites me - makes my cunt wet. Gleaming wet cunts, dripping with juice, erect clits, hard cocks, big globulous breasts, full lactating tits leaking milk, little budding titties with large puffy nipples, little budding cocks, young boys' stiff little cocks - oohh fuckk!" She pulled the hem of the dress right up over her hips, exposing the glistening pink lips of her cunt. She pushed another finger in there, moaning as she did. "I let a young boy dry-fuck me on the train." she gasped. "You what? - ohh Christ! Oh Jesus you didn't," groaned Amanda, bucking her hips forward, lifting her ass of the seat, pumping her fingers into her squelching cunt. "What did he do?" "He pushed his stiff cock up against my ass and humped me. I could feel his little stiffy poking into me. If I could have lifted my skirt I would have let him slide that hard young prick into my soaking cunt." "Ohh yess-ss, gorgeous." Amanda was rubbing furiously. "What age was he?" "I-I dunno - mmmm- seventeen, maybe eighteen." "Ahhhh –hhhh." Another frantic fingering. "Did you make him cum?" "He was standing behind me right there on the train. I told him he could cum and I pushed my ass back into him and felt him shivering and I knew he was shooting all that lovely boy spunk into his trousers." "Ohh my cunt!" Amanda was pumping three fingers into her herself. "I'M C-CUMMMM-INNNGG…!" Legs wide open, she frigged herself to orgasm, coming around her pistoning fingers. Then she slumped back on the settee, breathing rapidly, her hand cupped over the mound of her pubis. "That - that was sensational," she panted, eyes still shining with passion. "Did you really do that - with that boy?" "Yes - two weeks ago, during that hot spell," Jayne was lying back, her breathing recovered slightly. "I'd love to have a young boy screw me," said Amanda thickly. "Show him what to do, let him suck my breasts." "While you suck his little boy-cock?" said Jayne. "Yes, make it hard, a little teenage stiffy." Amanda began to rub herself again. " - and fondle his hard little balls!" she gasped. "- so full of young cum - thick and hot-" " - just waiting to spurt out of his stiff little poker." "Lying on top of me, pushing that hot little dick against my belly, me holding it, guiding it into my juicing cunt, soaking wet, waiting for it." Her hips were squirming on the settee again, spreading her legs, pulling aside her panties, fingers probing, rubbing. "Hands on his firm young ass," moaned Jayne, eyes glued between Amanda's thighs, her middle finger making frantic circles over the swollen button of her clitoris. "Ahh yess-s, pulling him into my hot hole, little hard dicky sliding between my cunt-lips, tickling my clit, feeling his young balls, bursting with boy-cum, slapping against the cheeks of my ass - ohhh Jayne," she moaned. "Wouldn't it be fucking gorgeous?" "H-he wouldn't last long," groaned Jayne. "He would w-want to unload all his hot young cream into that delicious wet cunt of yours." "Ohhh-hh fuck-kkk…yes-ss, me too." Amanda was bucking up and down as if he was already inside her. " - I would want him to - to shoot his load up me." "He's fucking that young cock into you now, Amanda," urged Jayne. "His belly is slapping against yours, driving his little dick into your soaking quim." Amanda was nodding, eyes tightly shut, letting Jayne tell her, pulling the dream boy inside her. "He wants to suck your tits, Amanda. Let him milk your big breasts, put his mouth round your fat nipples." Amanda's hands moved up and slid underneath her bra, pulling it up and over her bulging breasts. With a surge of ecstasy, Jayne got her first look at her new friend's magnificent creamy olive titties, topped by the largest dark brown nipples she had ever seen. Jayne slipped another finger into her already puffy cunt. It was like sliding into hot butter. But she had to hold off. She wanted to come with Amanda. "T-tell him to come inside me, Jayne." Amanda's legs were spread obscenely wide, allowing Jayne to feast her lustful eyes on her friend driving three glistening fingers into the pink flesh of her cunt. "He's almost ready, Amanda. His hard little balls are ready to release their load of hot spunk. Can't you feel that young cock swelling inside your hungry cunt? Go on, you horny bitch, suck him off into you. Suck him with your cunt-lips! Now Amanda! Ohhh he's cumming, can't you feel his hot spunk??" Jayne was masturbating furiously, her words exciting her as much as her finger-fucking. "YESSS-SSS.." squealed Amanda, plunging her fingers deep into her creaming pussy "Little boy's spunk, squirting into my fucking cunt. Ahhh FUCKKK - I'M CUMMINGG…FUCK ME -FUCK ME FUCK ME-EE!" Jayne watched Amanda's writhing body with smokey-eyed lust, biting her lower lip as her own orgasm surged up from her prodding fingers and exploded in her cunt, releasing a pent-up flood of slick juice that bathed her hand in a glistening film. They slumped back into the seats almost together, exhausted by the force of their mutual climax. The room was filled with the rasp of their rapid breathing. They both recovered slowly, not trusting themselves to speak, looking at each other all the while. Eventually Amanda spoke. Her voice was shaking slightly, filled with unconcealed passion. "I want to be naked with you. I want both of us to be naked. Naked ass, naked tits, naked cunt." She was shrugging off her bra as she spoke, then she slid her panties down her thighs and kicked them off her toe. Jayne's dress was up around her waist anyway. She pulled it over her head and flung it across the room, her eyes locked with Amanda's. They sat like that for almost a minute, their legs lasciviously wide. Jayne stared at the pink, cream-filmed lips between Amanda's thighs, crowned by the neat little triangle of dark hair. Amanda was nipping her lower lip, white teeth gleaming, staring at the same place between Jayne's legs. Jayne put her hands down and spread the swollen lips, exposing the coral flesh of her womanhood. Amanda made an O with her mouth and did the same. The two women sat like that, their eyes sliding up to meet, then down to stare. Amanda stuck her tongue out lewdly, flicking it up and down, her mouth wide, telling Jayne without words that she wanted to lick her cunt. Jayne mimed back at her, telling her the same, smacking her lips as if she was savouring her cunt-cream already. Amanda ran her hands slowly up over her belly and cupped them beneath her jutting breasts. Her nipples were easily a full inch long, standing up from the bulge of her raised aureoles, like the teats on a baby's bottle. "Would you like to suck these?" she whispered huskily, squeezing the creamy globes, pointing them at Jayne, offering… "Oh Jesuss," Jayne breathed. "Your breasts are gorgeous...your nipples…ohh Amanda." "Y-yours too, Jayne. I want to suck them and grope them later, and squeeze them against mine - but I want to tell you something first." "Is it horny?" "For me it is - I hope for you too" "Ohh tell me, please." Continued… Hi everyone Please feel free to comment on this story to me. I would greatly appreciate any feedback as this is my first submission to Literotica. Your vote of course would be a huge bonus. Thanks for taking the time.