11 comments/ 110156 views/ 60 favorites Lighting a Flame Ch. 01 By: hal_tee This is the first part of a two part story Kindred Spirits Beth Goddard checked one dress after another from her closet, held them against her body and then replaced them. "What do you think," she asked her husband each time and then ignored his suggestion. He liked them all but she was looking for perfect. That turned out to be the yellow sundress. "Okay," Luke laughed, watching her from the bed. "That's the one I had in mind all along..." "Is that right?" the brunette smiled, walking to the long mirror and holding the dress against her body. She turned this way and that and then eventually nodded her satisfaction. "This is your boss who's holding the barbeque and I know you want me to look my best." "You look sensational," Luke growled. "I do?" Beth playfully responded, raising an eyebrow. "With or without the dress?" Walking halfway across to her husband, she placed the dress over the back of a chair and fluffed up her dark brown hair. Dropping her hands to her sides, she cocked her hip to one side and threw back her head in a provocative pose. "Maybe I should go like this?" Luke felt his cock grow as his eyes covered his wife's toned body. He loved her in this teasing frame of mind. The pink and black half cup bra accentuated the fullness of her breasts and allowed a good deal of the perfect flesh to escape over the top. She gave him a twirl and his eyes narrowed at the sight of her peach like buttocks that seemed designed for the plunging material of the matching skimpy thong. God, she was hot... "I know that look," she laughed, swinging back to face him and placing her hands on her hips. "Look? What look?" "The one that says you'd like to fuck my brains out..." He was on his feet and across the bedroom in seconds. Beth smiled. In just his white boxers, Luke had a great body, too. Hard and athletic, with pecs he'd honed in the gym. Physically, they were a perfect match for each other. Their attitudes and interests were in harmony, too, although their jobs were sufficiently diverse to keep the lives together fresh and alive. "Do we have time?" he asked, pulling her into his arms. Even before she could reply, he had his hands under the cups of her bra, pushing the sexy garment upwards. He cupped her breasts, loving the firmness and the way her nipples rose under his rotating palms. "Let me think," she groaned, nuzzling his neck. Her hand slid down inside his shorts and found him already stiff. "Mmm... it seems my show has had the desired effect. I think that at the very least we need to do something about this, don't you?" Sliding to her knees, she pulled his boxers downward. Both hands went to his butt, holding him steady as her tongue swirled around his thick girth. Within a minute, she was easing him into the back of her throat, one hand cradling his testicles as her dark soulful eyes watched his reaction. The way he groaned and grunted always gave her shivers... She masterfully worked him, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth as she got into her stride. God, she so loved cock! Since giving head to her first boyfriend in the corner of the physics classroom one evening, she adored these moments. Eagerly rubbing the saliva into the long shaft to provide more lubricant, she built up the pace. His hands were in her hair, though she needed no guidance. She knew exactly what she was doing. "Fuck," he grunted. Her deep brown eyes smiled up at him. The word was shorthand for if you keep that up I'm not going to last. She gagged a little as he jerked in her mouth and one hand squeezed his balls while the other held him just under the crown until he calmed a little. "Too hot for you, huh?" she murmured, sliding a finger into the crevice between his buttocks. His whole body jerked as she teasingly rimmed his anus. "No... no..." he grunted, grabbing her by the wrists and lowering her luscious tanned body backwards onto the sheepskin rug that lay across the carpet. The white and fluffy mat was the perfect location for what he had in mind. As she settled he held her wrists above her head with one hand as the other yanked her thong down her body. His eyes covered her smooth sex as she spread her legs wide for him. She was already wet and ready. Dropping his lips to the breasts he loved so much, he sucked first one nipple into his mouth and then the other as he crawled between her inviting thighs. "Yes?" he asked, biting down gently on one hard nub as he rubbed himself against her. "Oh, yes," her husky voice agreed as she wrapped her long legs around his hips. She groaned as he buried himself inside her without another word. Even though his fingers left her wrists, she kept her hands above her head, grasping onto one leg of the bed behind her as if they were tied there. "Fuck... that's good," Luke grunted as she tightened her velvet grip around him. "Yes, baby, yesss..." she whimpered, locking her ankles at the top of his butt. When she dug her heels in, his hardness eased even further inside. Pushing up on his elbows as he angled over her, Luke dropped his mouth to meet his wife's in a wet, passionate kiss. They didn't have much time and that was just as well. Neither was going to last long. In their haste, the perfect rhythm they'd quickly established moved from slow to quick to fever pitch inside a few short minutes. Sweat began to drip from his forehead. "Fuck..." "Cum, honey," she whispered, her hands leaving the leg of the bed to grip his hair. She pulled hard. "Now, Luke... now, baby..." "My neck," he grunted. "My neck..." Her tongue obediently went to his skin, licking up and across the flesh just the way he liked. The both knew it took him from one side of the line to the other. Cheek-to-cheek, he thrust one final time and then felt the train leave the station. Beth came with him, stretching her body backwards on the fluffy rug and dragging his head into her shoulder. They jerked together, their groans simultaneous, his cum mingling with her juices. She jerked on him for as long as he could maintain his erection inside her. "Darn," she playfully whispered in his ear as the moment eventually faded. "I need another shower before we head for that barbeque..." *** "That dress is perfect," Luke whispered to his wife as they wandered around the large gardens. He took a sip from his drink and cheekily wiggled his eyebrows. "You're driving," she told him, nodding at his beer. "Non alcoholic," he cheekily grinned. "And don't change the subject. You're definitely the sexiest woman here..." "You're only saying that because I let you have your wicked way before we left home," Beth laughed. "But I like the flattery. Keep it up the rest of the night and I'll reward you when we get back." "That's a long time to keep it up," he joked. "How about I just get it up when we return?" "Funneee," she said, grinning at him. They stopped at the end of the path, glancing around at the groups that had casually formed across various parts of the perfectly manicured lawns. Beth nudged his arm and nodded across at a stunning looking woman in a low cut flowery top and black jeans. "What about her? She looks hot..." "Hmmm," he slowly murmured, focusing on the woman in question. In her mid twenties, the blonde had a familiar look. His eyes took in the deep brown cleavage the V-neck offered. "You might be right," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I must have missed her when I scanned the crowd. Okay, you're the second sexiest woman here..." She playfully dug her elbow into his ribs, accidentally sending some wine spilling over the rim of her glass as she did. She wiped the drops from her dress with her hand while Luke stared at the blonde. The way her full swells moved as she swayed from one foot to the other suggested she wasn't wearing a bra. That was probably why three young men were surrounding her, hanging on to every word. "Okay, okay," Beth eventually told him, slipping a couple of fingers inside his shirt and turning him towards her. "I'm over here." His boyish grin spread all over his face and she returned the smile. That Michael Douglas dimple still made her swoon. He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Just window shopping." "As long as you don't buy," she bounced back, her dark eyes hinting at the consequences. "You're the only woman I'd ever spend money on," he laughed. "In fact, if think about it, I've already spent quite a bit..." One eyebrow rose threateningly. "And you haven't spent wisely?" His eyes roamed across her body. "Oh yes. You're the best present a man could ever have. And I'm looking forward to unwrapping you later." "Twice in one day?" she good-humoredly laughed, her eyes twinkling. "It must be the lager. I'll have to keep you on non alcoholic more regularly." "Hmmm," he sighed, holding the glass up and peering intently at the gold colored liquid. "There was I thinking I'd drawn the short straw by offering to drive, but I actually think it might have aphrodisiacal qualities..." They both laughed loudly, but instantly turned at the sound of his name. "Luke..." The voice was deep and confident. And familiar. Beth had only met the dark haired man on a couple of occasions. Each time Luke's boss had called by their house to discuss some problem or other that couldn't wait until next morning. That was the problem with the legal profession, of course. Exemplified by Roger Mantle. There was always something that couldn't wait until the next day. His black moustache tickled Beth's skin as he kissed both cheeks. "My dear, it's lovely to see you—and looking so enchanting, too. What a wonderful dress." "Thank you, Roger," she beamed, wondering how he could comment on her dress when it was her cleavage his gaze was attracted to. He looked different out of a suit, though there was still something uncomfortably formal with the blazer and crisp blue shirt. "And you, too, Luke," he added, planting one hand on his guest's broad shoulder while the other briskly shook the younger man's hand. He had a big beam on his face as he nodded around the impressive grounds. "What do you think?" "Love it," Beth enthused. "I want to live here." The straight backed man laughed as he fiddled with the button on his blazer cuff. "I can recommend it. I hope you're both having a good time." "Absolutely," Beth smiled, sensing that the question was a precursor to some sort of conversation about their latest case. As Senior Partner, the dark haired man took his responsibilities seriously. From what Luke had told her, Roger focused on his work even when he was asleep. Being a journalist, she understood. You followed the story whenever and wherever it took you and it was the same principle with the legal profession. The difference, of course, was that even in these enlightened times journalists spent a good proportion of their time ensconced in a pub somewhere. That's where Beth drew the line. Yes, she'd have the occasional after work drink with some of the journalistic team, but whereas they invariably turned a drink into a long evening out, she'd always head for home. She glanced at the two men and smiled. It had taken less than thirty seconds for them to become involved in a conversation about work. Some breaking case where the local councillor had made unwelcome advances to more than one of his constituents, apparently. She'd have to get all the juicy details on that one later. Luke had kept that case quiet... It was clear from the earnest way that Roger looked at her husband that he regarded him highly. He occasionally rested that friendly hand on Luke's broad shoulder as he made a point. Beth felt a surge of pride as she watched her fair haired husband respond. He really was a handsome devil... Being movie buffs, they jokingly referred to themselves as a young Michael Douglas and Jeanne Tripplehorn—Douglas because of Luke's dimple and Tripplehorn as a result of Beth's uncanny resemblance to the beautiful dark-eyed actress. Plus the fact they'd re-enacted the Basic Instinct scene between the two actors whenever they were feeling particularly horny. Come to think of it, it had been a while. If the mood was still with her, she'd let Luke take her over the chair again when they got home... They often quipped that had it not been for fate they'd have met on a film set rather than in a bar. Luke insisted that she'd approached him, but that was a lie. She'd gone to the bar to get another drink for her friends and he'd done the same for the guys he'd been with. They'd tried to order at the same time and ended up laughing over it. Being the gentleman, he'd allowed her to order, but only if she gave him her mobile number. Beth had compromised and taken his number. He told her she wouldn't call but she had, four days later. That had been a respectable enough period to ensure she didn't appear too keen. At twenty—two years younger than Luke—she'd quickly realised she'd met her soul mate. Taking her to the Comedy Club on their first date had been unusual to say the least but it had broken the ice and they'd laughed all the way through. Marriage followed two years later and here they were, after another eighteen months, as happy as they'd ever been. Life was pretty much perfect. *** "Penny for them?" The voice drew Beth from her thoughts. With Roger and Luke still talking 'shop' she'd been studying people across the lawn. Most of the men had dressed more conservatively than Luke, although she thought his smart jeans and a jacket were ideal for the occasion. The women were dressed conventionally, too and while there were some stunning dresses, none showed quite as much cleavage as hers. She swung around to find a blonde woman smiling at her. The same woman she and Luke had admired in the low cut flowery top. Beth beamed back. "I was just people watching." "Mmm, I like to do that, too," the woman said, handing Beth one of the two glasses of wine in her hands. "You looked in need of a refill." She nodded at Luke and Roger. "Men, eh?" Beth placed her empty glass on a nearby table and rolled her eyes. "That's the legal profession for you." "I know. Still, we can have a chat seeing we're kindred spirits..." "We are?" The woman ran the back of her fingers across the top of her breasts and then nodded at Beth's. "You've been people watching. Have you seen anyone else here showing this much cleavage?" she smiled knowingly. Beth broke into a self conscious laugh even though she was aware she'd coloured slightly. The woman was holding out her glass and she clinked it in kinship. "I'm Beth." "And I'm Annabelle." The brunette grinned as she studied her new companion. She did look so very familiar. Her close cropped blonde hair framed an oval face in which her dark blue-hazel eyes shone so self assuredly. Her make-up was immaculate and, as she spoke, those soft pink lips opened to reveal her perfect teeth. "Well?" Annabelle asked, not the least put out by Beth's thorough scrutiny. The brunette felt herself blush at being caught out. Had she really been looking that closely? "I'm sorry," she gasped, laughing loudly. "It's just that you look so familiar..." "People say that. Ever heard of Susan George?" The penny dropped. Of course! Straw Dogs was one of Luke's favourite movies. They'd watched it more times than she could recall. "That's it," Beth admitted, her eyes shining in recognition. "Luke says she's—" Annabelle cocked her head to one side, waiting for her to finish the sentence. "She's...?" Her blush deepened. Luke called the 70's actress posh tottie but said that underneath, she'd know how to get down and dirty with a man. Beth had to agree. There was something about the actress that seemed to bring out the animal instinct in both of them. Maybe that was why she and her husband always had great sex after watching the movie. "He says she's a very sexy woman," she continued. "Straw Dogs is one of his favourite films." "Mine too," Annabelle smiled. "And I agree, Miss George a right sexy little bitch. She and I are so alike..." For a few seconds they were both silent and then, when the blonde chuckled, Beth laughed too. It looked like the two women had similar senses of humour. "So," Annabelle continued, her eyes twinkling. "What conclusions have you come to from your people watching?" Beth pulled a rueful face, though at the question. "That's a good one..." "Apart from the fact you and I are kindred spirits." Beth laughed. "Sexy bitches..." The woman shared another laugh. "Exactly," Annabelle agreed, clinking glasses again. "You know, My guess is that you're the wife of an up and coming lawyer. He's young and trendy, which is why you're wearing such a sexy dress, and well thought of in the firm or you would have worried about exposing those wonderful breasts of yours." Beth laughed out loud, though the reference to her breasts resonated between her thighs. "Well, you've pretty much got me spot on. I could say the same for you..." "You could," Annabelle replied, holding her arms wide. Her unfettered breasts bounced a little and the absurd thought that Susan George hadn't worn a bra in Straw Dogs somehow found its way into Beth's mind. "You're husband will be young, too," she quickly said, averting her eyes from the full swells. Her nipples were clearly on show against the flowery top. "He'll be around your age. Good looking, too, I'd bet. He'll be well regarded by the firm. Let me see... he won't be stuffy at all, he'll be a free spirit." The blonde threw her head back and laughed. "In some ways, that's a very good analysis. But before we take it further, why don't you introduce you to yours?" She glanced over the brunette's shoulder. "I think the men have finally finished their conversation." Beth turned to face Luke and Roger. She caught her stealing a glance at her new friend's cleavage. She'd tease him about that again on the way home. Roger was practically beaming. "Well, well, Beth. I see you've met my wife. Luke, this is Annabelle..." *** "Hey," the tall gangly man said, slapping Beth's husband on the back as he approached the laughing couple. As the long afternoon had turned into evening, a number of guests had already departed and the rest had moved into Roger and Annabelle's opulent house. It was large enough to take those remaining and then some. Beth had hoped there might be an opportunity to check out the place but after a quick visit to a small bathroom, there was no opportunities to do anything other than join Luke and the other guests congregated in the piano room. That's were Harry Barnard and his wife found them. Harry and Luke went back a long way. They'd met at University but gone their separate ways after graduating. Yet by one of those quirks of fate, they'd ended up at the same law firm within a month of one another. Fate, Harry had called it, even though Luke knew it was simply one of those happy coincidences. They worked together on the firm's bigger cases, providing the ammunition for Roger to fire in court. So far it had proven to be an unbeatable combination. "We finally catch up," Harry beamed, stooping to kiss Beth. She gave him her cheek and then hugged Emily. Whereas Harry was gregarious by nature, his wife was the opposite. Reversed and timid, you had to get to know the petite woman to appreciate her qualities. After a slow start to their friendship, Beth had gradually begun to appreciate her unexpected sense of humour and loyalty. Em been unemployed for a while, but the amount of charity work she got through testified to her character. The copper haired petite woman glanced around the room. "Quite a place, don't you think?" Lighting a Flame Ch. 01 "This is what your husband and I have to look forward to when we make Senior Partner," Luke quipped with a grin. "You two ladies are in for a real treat." "Until then, we'll slum it," Emily dryly replied, glancing at them over the brim of her glass. Beth giggled as she sipped at her wine. There was her shy friend's sardonic humour again. "But not for ever," she added, going along with the joke. "Beautiful women like us have expectations for the finer things of life." "Of course," Harry beamed. "That's why you married such playboys. Which of the fat bloke's is that singing?" Emily rolled her eyes. The operatic music being piped in from somewhere added to the grand feel of the place. "That's my husband for you," she murmured. "Probably thinks its Rhydian." "Rhydian?" Luke asked, lowering his eyebrows. "Don't ask," she smiled. Her husband hated the X Factor. "And these pictures," Harry continued, his eyes rising to the tall ceiling and then flickering around the walls. "Do you think they're pictures are real or fake? Emily nudged him in the ribs. "Roger painted them, didn't you know?" His mouth dropped open. "Really?" Beth couldn't help laughing. "Pul...lee-ease..." "Always been gullible," Emily told Beth out of the corner of her mouth. The women playfully shook their heads at one another while the two men grinned inanely. "Want another drink?" Harry asked Luke, holding up his empty beer glass. Luke shook his head. "A man can only take so much non-alcoholic," he moaned. Harry pulled a face. "Wimp. Don't let Roger catch you drinking that stuff. He'll fire you on the spot." "I hope not," Beth interrupted, nodding over their shoulders. Even without his jacket, Roger Mantle couldn't help but look formal. "He's heading your way." "Another discussion about work," Emily sighed, pulling Beth to one side. A couple of bands of her coppery hair kept falling over her right eye despite her continued efforts to secure them behind her ear. Beth smiled. The petite woman looked as cute as she always did. "I saw you chatting to Mrs. Mantle..." "You've met her?" Beth asked. "Not until today. What do you think?" What did she think? Her kindred spirit was a sexy bitch, Beth giggled to herself. She and Annabelle were two sexy bitches... She shook off the warm thought and settled for, "She seems very nice." Emily reached out, putting her hand on Beth's arm as she leant closer. Her voice lowered, as if she didn't want to be overheard. "Nice? She's hot." Beth wasn't sure if it was the touch or Em's words that made her body tingle. Her glossy red lips parted in surprise. They were the last thing she'd have expected her shy friend to even think, let alone say. She'd never heard Emily talk that way about another man, let alone a woman. Even her green eyes seemed to have taken on an extra gleam. "I'm not that way," the petite woman continued. "But if I ever thought about changing sides, I'd want Annabelle Mantle to be the one to turn me..." Beth burst out laughing. "Emily!" Her friend giggled like a schoolgirl and held up her half empty glass. "I know. Awful isn't it. I've had too much to drink. They say it brings out the true you. I might be lesbian after all, but then I think of Harry's cock and realise I'm not." "Emily!" This time it was shock. Beth was seeing a new side to her friend. One that she liked... Emily grinned, blowing the errant strands out of her eye and then fixing them back behind her ear again. "When you get to know me real well," she giggled, tapping her chest. "There's a real tiger in here." "There certainly is," Beth chuckled, looking at Em in a new light. She was prettier than she usually allowed herself to look. With just a touch more blusher, she'd be able to make those fabulous cheekbones even more prominent. And she had a tight little body, too. Why she usually disguised it in an ill fitting dress amazed her. Emily threw back the last of her wine. "Okay, water only from now on," she laughed, blinking a couple of times. It brought her freckles into greater prominence. "You're my conscience." "As long as that doesn't mean I have to follow suit," Beth murmured, accepting another glass of wine from one of the waiter's still attending to the guests. "What the hell," Emily said, grabbing another glass. "I'm too far gone to care." She glanced around and her eyes settled on Annabelle Mantle across the room. "She and Roger don't seem a natural fit, do they?" Beth wrinkled her nose. She'd already thought the same thing. "Because...?" Em sent her a disbelieving look. "She's young and sexy. He's old and boring." "He's not old, he's just a few years older than her," Beth corrected, flashing her eyes in that conspiratorial way that women have. "But yes, they don't seem much of a match. He seems pretty stuffy and is all work. Annabelle is fun, vibrant and..." "Sexy," Emily finished for her. The two women chuckled. "Okay," Beth conceded. "I agree. She is." *** Throughout their journey home, Beth had been feeling horny. They'd dropped Harry and Emily off first—their home wasn't that far out of their way, after all—and it occurred to her that like her petite friend, she'd had too much to drink. She'd never seen little Em in that mood before and it still made her chuckle to herself. So did the conversation they'd had about Annabelle Mantle. Emily seemed infatuated and while Beth wasn't into women, she could understand why. The blonde woman had even managed to make her feel sexy. Maybe their contact had added to her feelings of arousal? She glanced at Luke. Her handsome husband was humming to himself as he was driving. So cute! The thought of re-enacting the Michael Douglas-Jeanne Tripplehorn scene when they got home had been bubbling away at the back of her mind. She reached over for the radio button, flicking through the stations until she found classic rock. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, dropping her hand to his crotch as she pretended to steady herself when he took a corner. His eyes widened in surprise as he turned to look at her. She gently squeezed. "Fuck, Beth, I'm driving." "Better keep your eyes on the road, then" she huskily retorted, tracing the growing outline through his trousers. There was no way she could wait until they got home. "Beth..." he unconvincingly began to object. "That's me," she giggled, instantly making the decision and unbuckling her seatbelt. Luke saw the look in her soulful eyes. "Beth...!" "That's me," she chuckled, twisting around towards him. Her hands yanked at his seatbelt, the clink of its clasp eclipsing the sound of his gasp. "Fuck Beth..." "Has anyone ever blown you while you were driving?" she sultrily asked. Her dark eyes gleamed at him as she seductively bit on a fingernail. Her brows rose in anticipation. Holding his eyes for a few brief seconds, she tugged the sides of his trousers apart and dragged his cock through the gap. "Hard already," she purred approvingly, pushing her dark brown hair over one shoulder. "Watch the road..." When his gaze returned to the traffic, her long fingers stroked his hardness and then squeezed more tightly around his girth. Gathering saliva in her mouth, she sexily allowed it to dribble down onto his shaft before rubbing it in with both hands. "Oh, God..." "He won't help you," she murmured as her wet mouth descended on him. Her dark eyes flashed upwards as her tongue swirled wickedly across his cock. "Watch the road," she urgently repeated. She sexily licked around his crown as if it was the top of an ice cream cone. He grunted and stiffened back against his seat. When his hand reached for her hair, she sucked him inside. He began to respond—how could he resist?—slowly beginning to throb in her mouth. When he stopped at some traffic lights, her head shot upwards. Her tongue slid into his mouth at the same time as her hand pushed his trousers further down his legs. It allowed her to caress his balls. The sound of the horn from the car behind told them the lights had changed. The car jerked like he was a learner driver attempting a hill start as they pulled away. Beth went back to work, going at him much more aggressively than normal. The wickedness of the situation was registering between her thighs. Maybe they could stop somewhere? When one of his hands found her hair again, she hoped the other was firmly on the steering wheel. His hips inadvertently rose a little with each downward suck. He couldn't help himself. The pained look on his face as she looked up made her pause. Teasingly tracing her expert tongue along his length, she bathed it in saliva before taking him all the way into her throat. The hand on his balls felt them tighten and she pulled away immediately, allowing him a few seconds to calm down. When his breathing returned to normal she licked a drop of pre cum from the head before continuing the exquisite torture. He was close. She could feel it. It was like playing with dynamite.... "Beth," he gasped, feeling his balls begin to boil. She felt him try to hold back his climax. No chance! Her dark eyes smiled and she plunged down again, deep throating him until she felt the heavy outpouring of creamy man juice. She took it all and then her sweeping tongue began to lick him clean. "Not long before we get home," she purred, sliding back across into her seat. "Think you'll be ready again?" "Have I ever not been?" he sly smiled, allowing her to zip him up. Beth grinned. That was true. Ever since they'd met they'd always been unable to keep their hands off themselves. She reached for her mobile when it buzzed, stretching like a cat as the contentment of the moment washed over her. It was a text from Annabelle Mantle. Fancy meeting for dinner soon? *** Thoughts she shouldn't be thinking Beth was fifteen minutes late when she hurried into the wine bar. It had been typical that something should come up at the last moment after such a slow news day, particularly as she was anxious to leave the office on time tonight. Murphy's law! With the guys already heading to the pub, Barrie Evans had passed it to her. "You're the best at these types of stories," the grizzly editor had said. "And the most convenient," she'd sarcastically replied, but she couldn't refuse. She owed the bald headed man more than one favour. He'd taken a chance on her by moving her through the ranks so quickly and had guided her through the occasional choppy seas, even when she'd begun to doubt herself. Now she was recognised as the paper's leading reporter. A quick text to Annabelle explained her predicament, allowing her to concentrate on the task in hand. Half an hour later, she'd composed and filed as thorough and as interesting a story as she could in the circumstances. Barrie would be pleased... She waved as she rushed across to the blonde haired woman. Annabelle looked every bit as good as she had at the barbeque. Instead of the flowery top, this one was plain—cream—and just as low cut. The low rise jeans were blue this time, but still hung perfectly from her slender hips. And that face—the more Beth looked at her the more she saw Susan George. What was she doing married to someone as staid as Roger Mantle? "You look hot," she found herself saying and immediately cursed herself. Hot? Where did that word come from? "You too," Annabelle grinned, casually brushing away the loose strands of blonde hair that fell across her beautiful blue-hazel eyes. "Me?" Beth gasped, settling into the barstool beside her. "Hardly. I had intended to freshen up before I left the office but I haven't had time. With the guys heading for the pub, my boss wanted me to handle a breaking story." "And you have?" "Yes, I've filed five hundred words. That'll keep him happy." "Good. In that case we can relax now. What would you like?" "A gin and tonic," Beth said. She'd forgotten how husky Annabelle Mantle's voice was. "I've needed a drink for the last hour." "Two G&T's," Annabelle smiled at the bartender and then turned back. "And now you can have one. Or two or three... As you were delayed I put back our dinner reservation for an hour. Roger, Luke and Harry will be working late on the Smithson case, so we can work up an appetite while we catch up on everything that's been happening since we last met. It'll be nice to have some time without the men peering over our shoulders..." "Exactly," Beth smiled. "So, what brings you to this part of London?" "Apart from our dinner date?" Annabelle smiled, taking the drinks from the bartender. She handed a glass to Beth. "My Health Club is nearby and I've had the most amazing massage." "You have?" Beth's eyes shot wide. "I'd give a million pounds for one now. But I guess this will do instead." As if to reinforce the point, she took a heavy sip and then smacked her lips. Annabelle laughed and took a sip of her own. "Refreshing," she admitted, "but nothing compared to Tameka. She's simply amazing." Her head shot up. "I have an idea. How would you like it if I booked you in? My treat." "You're treat? I couldn't..." "Of course you can. I have a special deal with them. You must take advantage..." The brunette laughed nervously. Could she? Why not? "In that case... I'll take you up on that, Annabelle. Yes, yes, I will. Thanks very much." "Excellent," the blonde smiled, patting the back of Beth's hand as if that sealed the deal. She glanced around. "So, this is where you guys congregate after work?" Beth shook her head, running her fingers through her hair. "We only come here if we have a meal. Usually it's the Black Ox for a drink. The guys call it the last of the real man's pubs. They should know. They spend long enough in there. I usually go home after a swift one and they make a night of it." "Such stamina," Annabelle laughed. "Typical of the newspaper profession," Beth confessed with a wide grin. "Even in these enlightened times." "They're all men?" "All of them are men," Beth corrected, smiling at the play on words. "There is a difference..." Annabelle nodded in understanding and then leant forward conversationally. She dropped her hand onto Beth's bare forearm and stroked her soft, bare skin as she spoke. "They ever try to hit on you?" The brunette thoughtfully inclined her head. "Hit on me?" Strange question. She paused for a moment. "Well, yes, I guess they half-heartedly did in the early days. I never paid it too much attention, though." "You didn't fancy any of them?" The twinkle in her eyes was infectious. Beth laughed. She crossed her shapely legs in a way that caused the short hem of her blue dress to ride higher. "I'm married," she simply said, smoothing the dress back into place. "You don't window shop? I thought all we women did?" There was that twinkle again. Beth shifted on her seat. Was she being teased? She and Luke were completely in love and there wasn't the slightest chance of either of them overstepping the mark. "We all look, but that's as far as it'll go." Her deep eyes focused on Annabelle. Two could play at this game. "Unless you're different?" The blonde's laugh was low and husky. "Not in the way you think." Beth stared into the steady eyes. They were unreadable. She planted her elbow on the bar and rested her head on her hand. "Okay, you got me..." "Women." "Woman?" she gasped. If it was Annabelle's intention to shock she succeeded. "I'm into women. Does that shock you?" Beth shrugged her shoulders. "Yes... well, no... well, yes actually." When Annabelle laughed at her confusion, it was impossible not to join in. She hadn't anticipated this conversation. Who would have thought? Then it hit her. Was this why... "No." Beth stared into those knowing hazel-blue eyes. "No, what?" Annabelle raised her eyebrows. "Don't deny it. The first thing a straight woman wonders when another woman confesses her sexual preference is whether she's being hit on. Right?" "Not really," Beth lied a little uneasily. She picked up her drink, swirling the liquid around the glass. "You are straight, aren't you?" "Yes, of course," The answer was probably a little too quick. She felt her blush rise, this time accompanied by shivers. Annabelle just laughed. "That's another thing straight women do..." "What?" "Say things like, of course. As if we're talking about some ailment. But this is the twenty-first century, Beth. There are probably as many bisexual women as there are straight." The brunette shifted uncomfortably on the barstool. Were there? Her eyes found Annabelle's. The woman smiled at her as she raised her eyebrows and pursed her pink lips. They were full and glossy—and very kissable. Damn, she hadn't really just thought that, had she? She studied the blonde's face. It wasn't just that the woman was good looking, she realised. It was the Susan George thing. Luke had described the actress as knowing how to get down and dirty with a man. Did Annabelle Mantle have those same qualities? Except, with women? "Don't worry," her companion laughed, bringing her out of thoughts she knew she shouldn't be having. "You're just my type. But if I was going to hit on you there are much better ways than being so obvious." The brunette felt a lick of heat across her neck. She was just her type? "There are?" she slowly said. She didn't mean it to be a question. The words just seemed to pop out, more in an attempt to defuse the sudden sexual tension than anything else. Annabelle picked up her glass and those sexy eyes stared at her flustered friend over the brim. "Of course. It's much more fun when the straight woman realises how much she wants the other woman. More fulfilling." Beth was too busy controlling her breathing to respond. The blonde was very measured in the way she spoke and her lilting voice was soft. It wasn't just the words that were getting under her skin. It was the tone, too. Emily's words floated back into her mind. I'm not that way. But if I ever thought about it, I'd want Annabelle Mantle to be the one to turn me... "And whether we admit it or not," the sexy woman continued, taking advantage of the lull. "We've all had those feelings, haven't we?" Her husky voice was matter of fact, as if she was stating a truth that was inarguable. Silence covered them again. It took a lot to knock Beth of kilter but this woman had succeeded. She knew she should speak, but wasn't sure what to say. "Annabelle, I'm—" she eventually began, sipping at her drink as she searched for the right words. The blonde cut her off. "Want to go to bed with me..." Beth coughed on the wine she was sipping, her wide eyes registering her surprise and alarm. Annabelle burst out laughing, covering her mouth as her laugh grew louder. "Gotcha..." Beth took the tissue that her friend had produced from somewhere and dabbed at the spilt wine on her dress. "Very funny," she snapped, sending her friend a wry smile. "I love that look on your face," Annabelle chuckled. She gracefully slid off her stool as the waiter appeared beside them and gathered their glasses. "Come on, you can tell me over the meal tell about how you and Luke met. You make such a perfect match..." *** Beth smiled when she heard Luke's car pull into the garage. His apologetic phone call before starting his homeward journey had explained that the Smithson case was proving to be more problematical than he, Harry or Roger had anticipated. That's why he'd be so late. She knew he'd have flowers... He entered the house quietly even though the bedroom light was still on, as if he was afraid of disturbing her. That was her husband—always thoughtful. He needn't have worried tonight. It wasn't sleep on her mind. Lighting a Flame Ch. 01 Her nipples hardened he headed straight over to the bed. She'd been feeling that way ever since her dinner with Annabelle. Even though they'd subsequently discussed everything but sex, their initial conversation had stayed on Beth's mind. Women would never be her thing, but she had to confess the blonde had left her feeling incredibly horny. It was Luke who was going to benefit... She stroked his fair hair as he pecked her on the lips. Normally alert and alive, his eyes looked tired tonight. She knew just how to revive him. "Weary?" she softly asked. He nodded. "Bushed!" She slipped off the bed and took him by the hand. "C'mon, baby, this will refresh you..." He made no objection when she pulled him across to the en-suite bathroom. They both knew the outcome was inevitable when she was in this mood. Besides, she'd promised him a treat when he arrived home and her treats were well worth waiting for... Her short negligee drew up across her firm buttocks as she leant inside the cubicle and turned on the shower. Holding the pose for a moment, she sent him a cheeky smile over her shoulder. Stepping inside, she allowed the water to cover her body, soaking into the now transparent negligee until it sexily clung to her skin. Luke knew what was expected. His eyes stayed on her body as he undressed, stumbling as he yanked at his clothes in his haste to join her. Beth pushed him back against one of the glass shower screens when he entered, resisting his attempts to kiss her. Pouring some gel onto her palms, she slowly spread it across her husband's wet skin. Although she made a point of staying away from his cock—for the moment—it rose imposingly with each sweep of her hands across his pecs. "Impressive," she huskily murmured, leaning forward and running her tongue around his right nipple. He grunted as she switched to the left. When her soapy hands slid around to pull his hard butt away from the glass, he widened his stance. She gripped and caressed his hard ass and bit down on a nipple. Although her intention was to tease him for a while, his grunts set off a heat wave between her legs. She felt his cock brush against her as she worked more gel into the crevice between his buttocks. The touch was like flicking a switch. His hardness pushed against each part of her as she slid down his body and dropped down to her knees. Holding his gaze as the water cascaded over them like a waterfall, she jammed her lips over his hard shaft. This wouldn't take long. There was no delicacy or technique, Beth had what she wanted—needed—and went for broke. When his groans deepened, she diverted her attention to his heavy balls. She sucked, one then the other into her talented mouth. His groans were louder. "Feeling it, baby?" she asked, pulling away and returning her attention to his stiff manhood. With a throaty snarl, she took him as deep into her mouth as she could. His wet fingers ran through her damp hair, gathering it into a dripping ponytail and pulling her harder against him. She choked a little as he shoved himself deeper into her throat, but only for a moment. Her lustful eyes confirmed she could cope with anything he had to offer. She deep throated him until she heard that familiar growl. Pulling away urgently, she sat back and squinted up at him, her wet brown hair plastered to her head. The rivulets of water that bounced off his body onto her face made it difficult to see clearly. Leaning forward, she tongued around his purple crown, toying with him as that mischievous gaze of hers danced into his. "Want to fuck your wife?" she teased. His answer was to dig his hands under her armpits and frantically yank her to her feet. More water bounced off his face onto hers. His hand cupped her left breast while the other went between her legs, confirming that she was wet and ready. Beth gasped. She raised her left leg up and curled it around his waist. Taking hold of his steely hard shaft, she positioned him against her wet opening. The feeling instantly made her feel better. Whatever feelings Annabelle Mantle had stirred... fuck, she really did need this! "Fuck me," she rasped, clutching at his strong shoulders. "C'mon... fuck me..." Luke paused for a moment to stare into her lust-fuelled eyes and them with one hard thrust he was inside her. It took a couple more pushes before he was all the way, pinning her back against the glass shower screen. Beth moaned. The feel of him inside her while the water from the shower cascaded across their bodies always felt so incredibly sexy. "C'mon, you hunk," she grunted again. "Fuck your wife like you mean it..." She felt his reaction inside her. Luke thrust hard. She pumped back. Everything was frantic, desperate. His wet head dropped onto her shoulder as he pummelled his hips. Her fingertips gripped his pistoning butt, loving the wet feel of his muscles as he thrust. It seemed her sexual energy had transferred itself to him. With a growl, he widened his stance and pulled her right leg to join the other around his back. "Oh, yeah," she growled, reaching upwards and grabbing the bar that ran across the top of the shower. He was Tarzan and she was Jane. Luke eased as he banged her back into the slippery shower screen, but the discomfort only added to her arousal. She wanted more. "Don't stop... don't stop... don't fucking dare stop..." she half-screamed. He pumped forward again and her hips began to return his thrusts, control passing from one to the other. Holding onto the bar above her, Beth slapped herself against him, encouraging them both to the finishing line. Her urgency caught him by surprise and he paused for breath. Beth humped more violently. This was no time for a rest. They were both near breaking point. It didn't take long. Water gushed over their bodies, heightening the sensation when they came. Her body shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm overwhelmed her strengthening with each bullet of creamy cum he was firing inside her. Oh fuck... Even by their standards this was hot. Maybe she should meet Annabelle Mantle more often? *** "How do I look?" Emily Barnard asked, holding her arms out as she reached the car. Beth grinned at her friend's enthusiasm. Half an hour ago, Em had been flustered when she'd called to say her car had broken down. Now, she was as bright as a button. And, Beth had to admit, she was looking pretty sexy in a bright red dress and white jacket. She'd even had her hair done, the copper had been highlighted with textures of red and blonde. "You look incredible," she told her as Emily climbed into the car. The hem of the dress rode up her thighs and Beth's eyes widened. She was actually wearing stockings and suspenders. This was not the Emily she knew. "Where are you going again?" Emily's face coloured. "Just to see a friend..." A friend? Dressed like that? And blushing, too? Emily was the last person she'd suspect of fooling around but Beth wasn't stupid. "Em? A friend? Anything you want to tell me?" Emily looked a little uncomfortable, refusing to meet her eyes. "What do you mean?" The brunette raised her eyebrows in suspicion. "The woman who has just got in this car is not the Emily I know...." "In what way?" Beth pursed her lips. How could she put this? Because the Emily I know is shy, reserved and dowdy? "Because," she carefully said, "You look sensational and I've never known you dressed to kill before. It looks to me like you have a date." "A date?" "A date! What's his name, this friend of yours?" Emily twisted in her seat. The blush was still there but this time her eyes were gleaming a little. "You've got it completely wrong, Beth," she said, the words rushing out. "It's actually a friend of Annabelle's. Eleanor Henry. Annabelle said we'd have a lot in common because of my charity work." Beth shot her a perplexed look. "Dressed like that?" "We're going out for lunch. Annabelle said I needed to change my style and took me shopping. What do you think?" "I think you look great, Em. It's... er... quite a difference..." "The new me," the petite woman laughed. "Harry loves it, too. Though he'll not be happy about the car." "What's wrong?" Emily's smile turned instantly to a frown. "Well... I filled it up with petrol last night." "Yes..." "It takes diesel." Beth burst out laughing. "No way!" "That's the third time in the last six months," Emily confided, leaning forward and covering her face with her hands. She peeked at Beth through her splayed fingers. "Harry will go potty when I tell him. Any suggestions for how I break it to him?" Beth glanced at her friend's exposed thigh. "Just tell him when you're wearing that dress. That should get his mind off the car..." The two women laughed again. "Great idea," Emily murmured, pulling the sun visor down and checking her hair in the small rectangular mirror. A few strands had fallen over her face and she fixed them back in place. "When did you last see Annabelle?" "We had dinner after work a couple of weeks ago. Why?" "Did she mention her masseuse?" "Masseuse? Oh, yes. At her Health Club. A Chinese woman, I think..." "Japanese. Tameka. I was there yesterday. You have no idea..." Beth glanced at her as she switched lanes. "Good?" Emily's eyes grew wide. "Unbelievable." "She said she could get me in there..." "Do it," Emily interrupted, swinging around in her seat and grabbing Beth's forearm. Her green eyes were gleaming. "You must, Beth. Promise?" The brunette laughed. "Heck, she must be good, Em. If Annabelle offers again, I definitely will." "You won't regret it. We can compare notes afterwards." "Compare notes?" "You'll see..." she replied, her eyes dancing with... something. Beth couldn't quite evaluate what. Before she could ask, her excited friend had changed the subject. "What do you think about Annabelle's suggestion for the party? Don't you think it's a great idea?" "It is?" "Oh, come on Beth. You know it is." The brunette laughed. She was in two minds. Yes, the fancy dress party at the Mantle's was going to be fun and she was looking forward to seeing Annabelle again. She just wasn't sure about the three of them going as superheroines. "It should be fun," she added with a smile. "You bet," Emily woman chuckled, shuffling in her seat. "I've always wanted to be Supergirl. And you'll make a fantastic Wonder Woman. So much sexier than Lynda Carter..." Beth's laugh grew louder. "Sexier?" "Yes, I've always thought you were sexy." She was caught by surprise. The serious look on Emily's face made her shiver. "I thought it was Annabelle you had the hots for?" she joked, making light of the comment. "Definitely," Emily said, her earnest tone surprising Beth again. "What d'you think she's going to look like as Catwoman? Halle Berry eat your heart out. Sexy, sexy, sexy..." Beth laughed. This was definitely a new Emily! "And Annabelle actually said that she was going to supply our costumes?" "She knows someone who makes them," Emily advised, glancing out of the window. "Mine arrived this morning so yours should be on the way. There, Beth," she said, momentarily distracted. She pointed across the road. "You can drop me right there." *** As Emily had hinted, the fancy dress costume had been waiting when Beth arrived home. Special delivery. Having rescued her friend from her car problems, she was looking forward to the rest of her day off. Both she and Luke had experienced a hectic fortnight, him with the Smithson case—nothing new there, she wryly thought—while she'd been heavily involved in reporting an unusual court case. The story had captured her imagination. A gym mistress was being prosecuted following affairs with several girls at her school. The French woman saw nothing wrong with any of the relationships, particularly as the three girls had all turned eighteen and all were consenting. In fact, it transpired it was the schoolgirl trio who had made the running. The first had practically thrown herself at her teacher and after they'd embarked on a torrid affair, her two hardly innocent friends had joined in, ambushing the teacher one evening and enjoying the first of what turned out to be several full nights of sex. The school was appalled at the betrayal of trust, of course, and the gym mistress had been instantly dismissed. But a court case had been surprising. The girls had made no complaint and were adamant that no impropriety had taken place until after their eighteenth birthdays. Today's outcome had been inevitable. Case dismissed. What Beth hadn't bargained for was the way the case had fuelled her bi-curiosity. The degree of interest she'd shown in the details of their sexual liaisons wasn't normal, was it? She wasn't sure. What she did know was that she'd revelled in her daily visits to court and listened intently to the salacious details unfolding of their all night trysts. Part of her fascination was the astonishingly casual way the attractive teacher had talked about sex between women. The French woman's attitude reminded her of the way Annabelle Mantle had spoken to her in the wine bar. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. At home, she'd fuck Luke most of the night after a particularly detailed day in court, though she could never admit the reason for her arousal. On a couple of occasions, she'd ensured Luke had gone down on her before they'd fucked, and behind her eyes she'd imagined herself in the French woman's position. Her orgasms had been so violent she'd almost passed out. Was that why not seeing Annabelle since their after-work dinner a couple of weeks ago felt so frustrating? It hadn't been possible with her heavy involvement with Amelia DuPont's court case, although the two of them had spoken a couple of times on the phone. Emily, on the other hand, seemed to have seen quite a bit of Annabelle during that period... That was interesting. She'd met with Annabelle to discuss their outfits for the fancy dress party, had been to her Health Club for that sensational massage from Tameka, had been invited to dinner with a friend of Annabelle's and had even had the stunning blonde beauty help improve her dress sense. Not to mention her petite friend's change in attitude... Beth wondered if she was feeling a tinge of jealousy. But she'd never done jealousy. Besides, why would she feel that way? She'd only just met the woman after all. More likely, it was that Annabelle's alliance with Emily had piqued her interest. She couldn't imagine anything more unlikely. After all, Em's shyness was quite a contrast to the blonde's exuberant personality. She took a slow, thoughtful drink of her Chablis. Placing the glass on the bedside table, she sauntered to the bedroom mirror and stared at her reflection. The Wonder Woman costume fitted her so tightly it looked like it had been sprayed on. She'd been so mesmerized by the low top that she hadn't fully appreciated how short the dress was. Though, actually... well... it did show off her long legs to perfection. Such was the style that she'd need the skimpiest of thongs. The blue one, probably. Her admiring eyes floated upwards again. The cut of the material meant it was impossible to wear a bra and the way her tanned cleavage bulged over the tight top looked so incredibly hot. Even in the relative calm of her home, her nipples were prominently on display. As if by design, they pushed through either side of the Wonder Woman logo emblazoned across the chest. The thought of appearing like this at the party hardened them further. She couldn't possibly wear this dress. Could she? Placing one hands on her hip, she twirled in front of the mirror, taking in every angle. The other went to her hair, pulling the dark locks away from her gleaming eyes and back into a short, high ponytail. The sight of the stunning reflection staring back at her was actually turning her on. So were the thoughts of what her friends outfits would look like... Emily would be dressed as Supergirl—would her costume be as revealing? She'd always thought of her petite friend as cute rather than sexy, although the 'new' Em was doing her best to dispel that notion. Then there was Annabelle. Catwoman! If Beth's outfit was this sexy, she'd bet money on the fact her host's would be something really special. The thought of a cat-suited Annabelle Mantle crossed her mind as she unzipped her dress. She removed it, carefully folding it over the back of a chair. Her reflection stared back at her. Naked except for the red boy shorts. Reaching for her glass of wine, she took a slurp and then, after a moment's thought, swallowed the rest. A small drop escaped the side of her mouth and she caught it as it ran down towards her chin. Even the act of sucking it from her finger felt sensual. She watched herself in the mirror as she licked around the tip and then sucked it deep inside her mouth... It was suddenly all too much. Flopping down on the bed, she pushed herself backwards so that she could lie back against the headboard. One hand cupped her full breast while the other slid down inside the material of her boy shorts. Her skin felt hot to the touch... As the adrenaline of the moment pumped through her veins, she closed her eyes and thought of sexy superheroines. The images behind her lids made her heart beat faster. As her soft probing fingers ran along her wetness, she felt the tension in her body begin to release. Normally it was Luke she fantasised about, or perhaps a guy she's seen on the underground. This was hotter... Spreading her legs wider, she began to move her hips. The edge of her thumb brushed against her clit and the bed began to creak softly. Her fingers moved faster, the constraints of the material around her hand somehow adding to the excitement of the moment. The more her imagination began to run free, the closer she came. This wasn't normal... but the more illicit it was, the hotter her humping body felt. She grunted as the sexy images of Catwoman and Wonder Woman entwined. Her laugh seemed a little hysterical as the sound hit the empty air. Why shouldn't she fantasise about two women? So what if she got off on the thought of two hot superheroines together? She could see them both, doing things to each other that they shouldn't. Her breath quickened—that was naughty! She laughed again, only it was a throatier sound this time. Her imagination returned to the French gym mistress and the three eighteen-year-old schoolgirls. Her body bucked. If her impressionable mind was on fire, it was as nothing compared to the furnace being stoked between her legs. The approaching climax was going to be special... Swinging quickly onto her stomach, she squealed as she began to hump down into the mattress. When the pounding waves broke, she buried her face in the pillow to stifle her screams. With her body convulsing uncontrollably, she had to turn her head to gasp for breath. She saw an image of Catwoman again and a second orgasm juddered through her. Lifting herself a little, she slowly brought her hand to her face and then tentatively began to lick her fingers. She'd never done that before. Further little tremors began to kick off as she imagined the fingers were... someone else's... The thought of attending the fancy dress party had suddenly taken on a different dimension. *** A Fancy Dress Party to remember "The taxi's outside." Her reply was breathless. "It can wait..." "We're going to be late," he mumbled, squeezing his eyes. Beth jammed down harder. "Does it look like I care?" "Oh fuck..." The brunette stopped the words with a wet kiss. Her sudden, impetuous decision to fuck moments before they were due to leave was impetuous, but she couldn't help herself. She felt like some sort of sexual vamp in that Wonder Woman costume. Lighting a Flame Ch. 01 Luke was hot in his Captain America outfit, too, although right now his trousers and shorts were resting around his knees. Each of Beth's feet rested on an arm of the chair and her hands cupped around the back of his neck, allowing her greater purchase as she thrust her needy body down onto his superhero cock. It was unusual for Luke to object when she was feeling this amorous, but then the taxi had been waiting for five minutes. Plus they were due to pick up Harry and Emily on route to the Mantle's fancy dress party. Still, from the way the leather armchair creaked and her body was approaching boiling point, they'd be on their way soon. Luke's hands were underneath her dress and on her naked thighs, though that was more self protection as he attempted to steady her frantic movements. Her perfectly rounded breasts bounced with each downward thrust, the friction of the Wonder Woman material burning across her erect nipples and adding further to her out-of-control mood. She was insatiable. They'd already done it a couple of times the night before, and each time she'd ensured Luke had gone down on her first. That allowed her imagination to run riot. What the hell, she told herself, it was just a phase she was going through. It would never happen in real life. Just enjoy it and reap the benefits... She raked her fingers through her near perfect locks, not caring that she'd need to freshen up again afterwards. That would set them further back, but all she could focus on was reaching another orgasm. Leaning back, she glanced down at the wonderful union between them. "That's good, baby," she whined, momentarily hypnotised by the intoxicating sight. She moved in slow, rhythmic gyrations, to enhance the view of his cock entering and emerging. His fingers dug harder into her thighs as she gradually increased the pace, gritting her teeth as she grinded her fleshy folds down on his hardness. Wonder Woman fucking Captain America. This felt even better than the times they acted out their movie sexual fantasies... "C'mon, Luke... c'mon..." Her weight forced her down onto the very root of his cock. She began to ride him with the athleticism of a rodeo cowboy. Or maybe a superheroine? Was this how Wonder Woman would fuck? She gyrated her hips to emphasize her point. Oh geez... oh fuck... oh yes... A shriek tore violently from her throat as she came. Her body stiffened, stretched and then shuddered as a million volts was fed through it from somewhere. Oh fuck... *** Beth had almost forgotten how impressive the Mantle's luxurious residence was. The large rooms, impressively tall ceilings and expensive paintings were all familiar, though the atmosphere was completely different. The soothing classical music from the night of the barbeque had been replaced by heavy dance beats that enveloped the whole house. The state of the art sound system pitched the music at just the right level to encourage couples to flaunt themselves on the impromptu dance floors, and although Beth had been itching to join the dancers, she'd initially settled for a more patient approach. The night was young, after all. She hoped a couple of glasses of champagne might steady the ever present needs of her body. Sex with Luke had taken the edge off, but the sight of the hired waitresses dressed in French maid's outfits had set her off again. Those black dresses with their frilly white aprons were even shorter than hers and revealed just as much cleavage. Then there was Emily. All four of them had kept their coats on throughout the taxi journey, determined to give nothing away until they reached their venue. She'd wondered how much Em's costume would reveal but could never have imagined this... Instead of cute, her copper haired friend was the sexiest Supergirl she could imagine. The familiar dress was as low cut as her own and, despite her small frame, her freckled cleavage practically spilled over the top of the predominantly blue outfit. If Beth needed confirmation that the old Emily had gone and a newer version had arrived, this was it. "Well," the petite woman had grinned, giving an outrageous twirl as soon as their coats had been taken to the cloakroom. "What do you think?" "Incredibly sexy," Luke had answered, glancing at his wife as if to ask who-is-this? Only Harry had been unperturbed, though no doubt he'd had longer to get used to it. Beth wondered if Em had done the same to him as she had with Luke. Not that Harry's appearance matched her husband's. Although the tall gangly man was dressed as Superman, complete with that black curl on his forehead, it was impossible to imagine a less likely looking superhero. "Almost as hot as Beth," he'd leered, his eyes out on stalks as he'd taken in the Wonder Woman oufit. The brunette had been unfazed. "Thank you, Harry," she'd told him. "You can put your tongue back in your mouth now. But if there's a prize for sexiness, you win it hands down." Emily had playfully nudged her in the ribs and then both women had burst out laughing. If Superman was bald and had a paunch, he'd be perfect. That had been an hour ago. Right now, as the men had floated off somewhere and the two women enjoyed their third—or was it fourth?—glass of bubbly, both Beth and Emily had one thing on their mind. "Where is she?" Em anxiously asked for the umpteenth time. Beth shrugged. She'd been thinking the same thing. It was a large house with lots of rooms, but quite why Annabelle hadn't yet made an appearance in theirs was frustrating. Particularly as the brunette had been constantly wondering—and imaging—what her host would look like in her Catwoman outfit. Her fertile mind had her in a figure hugging black cat suit, similar to that worn by Emma Peel in The Avengers, perhaps? It would have a long zipper at the front, pulled down to just the right level to display some of that fabulous cleavage. The tug on her arm interrupted the image. "There she is." Em's voice was breathless. "Have you ever seen anything quite so hot..." Beth hadn't. Annabelle strutted confidently across the room towards them, like a model on a catwalk. Emily and Beth had drawn more than their fair share of admiring glances so far, but now all eyes—male and female—were on the feline vision stalking across the room. The two piece 'cat suit' was sensational. Her tight black trousers, casually held together by two flimsy snaps across her crotch, sat very low on her waist, revealing her flat tanned stomach with its diamond belly button piercing. The bodice consisted of nothing more than a web of black leather straps, covering only just enough of her thrusting breasts to maintain a semblance of respectability. The long, wavy black-haired wig flowed down the back of her shoulders and perfectly complimented the matching black cowl, with its cat ears and whiskers. Her thigh-high black leather boots, with what Beth reasoned must be at least four inch heels, added perfectly to the image, as did the bullwhip in her right hand. The brunette felt every nerve in her body come alive as Annabelle approached. Emily was leaning against her and somehow the feel of her friend's curves pressing against her own enhanced the moment. "Just imagine," Supergirl mischievously whispered in her ear. "Lying naked on a four-poster bed with Catwoman crawling up between your legs..." *** Beth found herself alone with Annabelle—except for the other sixty people in the room. But with the music beating out overhead, and goodness knows how much champagne inside her, there was no one else she could see other than the hot Catwoman figure beside her. They'd chatted easily over the last half an hour and with each passing moment the headiness and excitement of the moment was building further. Luke, Harry and Roger were talking together again, obsessed with the Smithson case. It was rapidly becoming the biggest assignment the firm had handled in a long time. Emily, meanwhile, continued to be engrossed in conversation with a redhead Beth didn't recognise. Nor could she quite put her finger on the character she was dressed as. "Betty Boop," Annabelle explained. It astonished Beth how the woman had such a knack of anticipating her thoughts. She leant even closer. "Hot, don't you think?" Hot! Beth was hearing the word more and more in a female context. That may be foreign to her, but she had to admit it fitted this particular woman. With Annabelle's explanation, she recognised the Betty Boop short, backless red dress that she'd seen on in photographs. Even the garter with the red heart worn high on her shapely leg was familiar. "She and Emily have become good friends lately," Annabelle cooed, waving across more champagne. "Has she mentioned her?" "No, I don't think so." Beth and Emily were friends but they still moved in different circles. "I'm sure she has lots of friends who—" "Eleanor Henry..." The words stopped Beth in her tracks. That was the name of Annabelle's friend. The one Emily had met for lunch the day her car broke down. Annabelle smiled. "Ah, I see you're familiar with the name. Get on well together, don't they?" Beth tried to contain her reaction, but she'd never had been that good at hiding things. Annabelle was right, judging from the way that Emily and Eleanor were interacting, their friendship was blossoming. Betty Boop had an arm around Supergirl's waist and if Beth wasn't mistaken, her petite friend was actually nuzzling into the woman's neck. She glanced across at Em's husband but Harry was far too preoccupied with Roger and Luke to pay any attention. Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her dark hair. She'd had too much to drink to think clearly. "I gave her a lift after she had car trouble," she quickly said, unaccountably feeling the need to explain. "She was meeting Eleanor for lunch." "Yes, I set up the meeting." Even through the Catwoman cowl, there was no mistaking the mischievous glint in the dark blue-hazel eyes. "They had quite a bit in common. And Eleanor is one of us." "One of us?" Annabelle trailed a finger along Beth's bare forearm and leant closer. "Absolutely." The brunette blushed at the touch and felt her breath catch as the expensive scent of the blonde's Alicia Stiles Swelter perfume swept across her senses. "What exactly do you mean..." Annabelle's smile grew larger. "Want to dance?" *** As they undulated to the heavy beat of the music, the two superheroines attracted glances like a light attracts flies. People shuffled out of their way, clearing a small space on the crowded dance floor that allowed the women to express themselves. An inferior version of Becks and Posh were dancing close by them, while Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears were to their left and Fred and Wilma Flintstone on their right. Tarzan and Jane were in Beth's eye line if she glanced over Annabelle's shoulder, but she only had eyes for the black-wigged woman in the sexy Catwoman suit. Annabelle's intentions had been clear from the moment she'd wrapped a long arm around Beth's neck. She'd pulled her so close that a mere incline of the brunette's head would see them kiss. Her body had slowly and sensually swayed as their eyes held one another. Sliding her free hand along the contours of Beth's back and hip, her fingers had spread out as they curved around her toned buttocks, an inch or two above the hem. The temperature in the room instantly shot up a few degrees. As Beth breathed heavily, Annabelle took a step backward... and then a second. She pulled her hands above her head as if she was posing. The brunette's eyes took in every inch of the swaying body in that sexy, provocative costume. If she reached out and undid the two straps across her crotch, those black trousers would fall away. And those wonderfully jutting breasts looked as if they would burst free at any moment. As for those thigh-high black leather boots... When Annabelle began to undulate, Beth was transfixed. It was like a mating ritual... Keeping her hands high above her head, she swayed one way and then the other. Her hips gradually moved faster in time with the music and those full breasts began to bounce inside their precarious constraints. The beat increased as if the music was following her moves rather than the other way around. With a sinuous grace, her shoulders and hips moved in time to a rhythm seemingly designed to attract the attention of every person in the room. But her eyes hypnotically held the woman beside her. A circular twirl of her fingers brought Beth out of her trance. It was an invitation to dance. To cover her awkwardness, Beth responded quickly, taking only a few seconds to match the gyrating sight in front of her. They danced for each other, copying each other's moves and then introducing something new. Hands on top of their heads, by their sides, stretched wide, the two women continually swivelled, spun, approached one another and then reversed again. If it was a mating ritual, there were two participants... People moved around them, creating more space. There were some shouts and whistles as the atmosphere built. Neither woman noticed. For half an hour or more they had eyes only for one another, dancing until the perspiration covered their bodies. As the music changed into a slower beat, Annabelle danced closer and rested her guiding hands on the brunette's swaying hips. They stayed that way for a while, neither speaking, their eyes glued to one another's face, their mouths so close again. "I wonder if you fuck as well as you dance," she breathlessly whispered, squeezing her gently. Beth felt the heat overpower her body. Every part of her screamed with arousal... Annabelle leaned closer. For a brief second it looked as though a kiss was inevitable, but the woman's mouth diverted to her ear. "Want to see something interesting?" Beth glanced around, suddenly aware of her surroundings and the nearness of the sexy Catwoman figure. She realised she was perspiring. How much champagne had she consumed? She'd never have believed a woman could make her feel like this. How could she have danced like that in public? She was blushing like a schoolgirl who'd been caught out on a crush with her teacher. A French gym mistress, perhaps... "What?" she nervously asked. Annabelle's pink lips widen in a broad smile. She took the brunette's hand. "Come with me..." *** Where were they heading? Why? To see what? Annabelle didn't speak to her on their way up the stairs. She didn't even check that Beth was following. Instinct told her it was inevitable. She was right. The brunette was completely out of her comfort zone as she obediently walked behind her. She was no shrinking violet. There'd been numerous occasions when she'd overstepped the mark, especially in her younger days. Tonight had exceeded that. What would Luke have thought if he'd seen her dancing so wantonly with another woman? The way her body was reacting confirmed it was a step beyond anything she'd experienced... And now she was being led, to where? All she knew was that she was walking up a flight of stairs, transfixed by the pair of swaying peach like buttocks in black leather in front of her. The thought did nothing to help assuage the heat inside her. Annabelle continued along the wide hall at the top of the stairs, and through the double doors. "These are the guest bedrooms," she explained, turning to smile as she walked along the corridor. "The one with the red door is the most interesting." Beth's heart caught in her chest as they approached. Something sexy lay behind that door and it was impossible not to feel turned on by the anticipation of whatever was about to happen. She was out of control, spinning, and unable to stop herself. Pausing, Annabelle sent the brunette another smile and held a finger to her lips. Squeezing the door open she tiptoed inside, taking hold of Beth's hand as if to ensure her friend couldn't back out at this stage. Beth glanced around nervously as they entered. She'd expected to see a bedroom rather than the large living area, much bigger than her and Luke's. The expensive looking furniture dominated the room, although the paintings on the wall were probably worth as much as the rest of the room put together. A familiar sound—it couldn't be, could it?—split the air and Annabelle tugged on her hand. Beth felt her mouth go dry as they quietly crossed the room towards the partly open white door. Her host put a finger to her lips again, unnecessarily signalling that they shouldn't make a noise. There was that noise again and this time it was unmistakeable. It was the sound of feminine pleasure. Her body began to tingle and her legs grew weak. She shouldn't be there but the need to see what was happening was overwhelming. Annabelle glanced at her over her shoulder as they reached the door. Inside the cowl, her eyes were gleaming with excitement. Moving right up against the door opening, a self satisfied smile formed on her lips as she peeked inside. It was as if her expectations had been met. When she crooked her finger and stood to the opposite side, allowing them both a view, Beth couldn't resist. She could hear the throaty moans quite clearly now. Stepping up to the mark, the sight in front of her shocked eyes instantly forced its way between her thighs. It wasn't just what the two women were doing; it was who they were... Emily was on her knees on the bed, her back to the door. The globes of her buttocks were clearly on view under the short Supergirl dress. She wore only a skimpy dark blue thong underneath. Her bottom was swaying as she worked on the prone woman, as if her body was experiencing every delight she was bestowing on the woman. Beth took two long breaths in an attempt to stave off the swirls of dizziness threatening to engulf her mind. Eleanor Henry lay flat on the bed. Her legs were splayed either side of her lover as Em licked so voraciously between her thighs. The red Betty Boop dress was pulled down to expose her medium sized breasts and the fingers of one hand were tugging and twisting each nipple in turn. The other hand tightly gripped Emily's copper coloured hair. For a few brief seconds Beth forgot that Annabelle was standing beside her. Her heart was beating so hard as she concentrated on the action she felt in danger of hyperventilating and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the hand on her shoulder. "Sexy, aren't they?" Annabelle whispered. Beth shivered as she felt Catwoman's breasts pressing against her body. "Like what you see?" The brunette didn't want to admit it, but gave an almost imperceptible nod all the same. The thrill running through her body was undeniable. Her shaking fingertips wiped away the film of perspiration covering her forehead. This was little Emily! The illicit thoughts going through her mind were things a married woman should definitely not be thinking. "Watch them," Annabelle encouraged, stroking a finger along her friend's arm. Beth's hypnotised eyes returned to the scene even as she felt Annabelle move. She wanted to see what the woman was up to but couldn't tear her eyes away from the lewd scene on the bed. Eleanor had both hands on Emily's hair now. "There... right there..." Her leg curled around Em's back, exposing the garter with the red heart as she humped upwards. The brunette leant gently against the doorframe, making sure she didn't make any noise but needing to support her trembling legs. It was as if all the champagne she'd drunk had congregated around her brain. She knew she shouldn't be there but how could she draw away? Besides, it was so difficult to think straight. This was surreal... It wasn't just the sight of the two women's lovemaking that held her captive. It was their sounds too. The grunts, the slurps, the whispered entreaties as each woman drove the other on. The sexy noises reverberated around her mind. Lighting a Flame Ch. 01 It was at that point she realised the woman beside her was moaning, too. Little soft noises that sounded familiar. She'd made them herself when she... Heat ran around her body like an approaching fever. Furtively glancing to her right, she saw that Annabelle was leaning back against the wall as she watched the action in the bedroom. She'd removed the cowl and the wig and they lay on the small semicircular table against the wall. The straps at her crotch were undone and her hand was inside the trousers, moving rhythmically on a way that left no doubt as to what she was doing. Another shiver of arousal consumed the brunette. This was no longer Catwoman, it was Annabelle, and the blonde was watching her closely as she pleasured herself. Her eyes were dreamy. "Don't be shy..." she quietly whispered, nodding between the brunette's thighs. "Join me...." Beth was rooted to the spot. Her eyes flickered to the action on the bed and then back to Annabelle. The beautiful woman had turned her body towards Beth, as if she was specifically putting on a show just for her. The brunette's pussy quivered. She wanted to touch herself and she needed to touch herself. But... "Come on," Annabelle quietly encouraged, the moans from the room allowing her to whisper in safety. Her gaze flickered as her hand moved a little faster. Her voice was throaty. "Come on, Beth..." The brunette's gaze turned back to the bed. Eleanor's hands had left Em's hair and were stretched out either side of her, clutching at the bed clothes. Her groans were louder as her petite lover took her closer. It was like watching someone you know in their own blue movie and the Supergirl costume only added to the sight. "So sexy," Annabelle whispered beside her. "Touching ourselves as we watch..." Beth hadn't realized, but her hand had snaked beneath the hem of her Wonder Woman dress and she was rubbing herself over her thong. She wanted to slide her hand inside and finger herself—just like Annabelle was clearly doing—but that was a step too far. For a moment, both women glanced at the action on the bed before turning their heads towards each other again. Both tilted their heads back against the wall. Neither was masturbating with Emily and Eleanor in mind. Each was aroused by the other... When Annabelle began to breathe faster it seemed she was close. Beth fingered herself harder, seeking to catch up. She focused on the sexy look on Annabelle's aroused face. That was so hot! Those parted pink lips looked so sexy and so did the woman's heaving breasts. As for that hand working so sexily between the blonde's thighs... For a brief moment, Beth wondered how it would feel if they masturbated one another. The thought brought on an instant orgasm. One hand covered her mouth as the full force hit her, her teeth biting down to stifle her cries. When she saw that Annabelle's jerking body had reached its nirvana too, a second shorter climax immediately overwhelmed her. Pushing back into the wall, she let it burn itself out. Her calves were sore, her body was burning and her active mind throbbed. Yet closing her eyes only made her feel hotter... "Looks like Eleanor came too," a voice whispered. She hadn't heard Annabelle close the distance between them. The blonde took her hand—that hand—and raised it to her mouth. When she held Beth's eyes as she licked the juices from her fingers, the brunette nearly came again. Annabelle's tongue flicked sensually across her pinks lips with each taste, deliberately providing a visual show of sensual enjoyment. Then she provocatively raised her own hand to Beth's lips. The meaning was clear... The brunette hesitated. She couldn't, could she? Annabelle's free hand went to Beth's hair, ending her indecision. Gripping the silken brown locks tightly, she pulled her captive's head forward, watching every expression in the brunette's soulful brown eyes. This wasn't an option, she was saying. She playfully ran her fingers over Beth's red lips, caressing them the full length of the hypnotised woman's mouth before gently pushing one inside. The hand in Beth's hair allowed her to convince herself she was being coerced but deep down her overheated sex told her she actually wanted this. She whimpered. When Annabelle slid a second finger inside, she gave in to her instinct. Her tongue instinctively curled around the digits and tasted the earthy richness of another woman for the very first time. *** The journey home in the taxi was unusually quiet. Both men were concerned about their wives subdued demeanour, but the women passed it off as having had too much champagne. A headache was always a believable excuse when all else failed. At first Emily hadn't been able to meet Beth's eyes, making the brunette wonder if she knew she'd been watching her. But when, after a while, she'd chatted normally, that fear was put to rest. Everything felt like a strange blur to Beth. It was difficult to believe she'd watched Emily servicing that woman. The shy, timid, reserved, petite woman she thought she knew so well. Em had met Eleanor a few days ago and yet they'd been into one another like two heated animals on that bed. She'd never be able to look at her friend in the same way again. Annabelle had had a part to play in all of that, of course. She'd introduced the two women, after all. What had she said—that Eleanor was one of us? Did that mean... Had she put the two of them together knowing this was going to happen? It could have been innocent, but if so how could she have been aware they were upstairs in one of the guest suites. They couldn't have used that room without Annabelle's blessing. And knowledge. Staring into the blackness outside the taxi, her mind raced and her body was becoming overheated again. Had she and her host really masturbated together? The excitement of their encounter still burned inside her. They'd both cum watching one another and then tasted one another's juices. It was the hottest sexual experience of her life. Oh God, her body was burning again... She snuggled back into Luke, pulling his comforting arm around her shoulder as she shifted on the uncomfortable seat. Opposite them, Emily was sitting apart from Harry, staring vacantly out of the window. Beth wondered what she was thinking... Her petite friend had wandered off for their coats when it was time to leave, in a world of her own. She'd watched her go, but then Annabelle had taken the opportunity to grab her hand—the hand the sexy blonde had licked Beth's cum from not more than an hour earlier—and pulled outside for a moment in a pretext of checking for their taxi. It was there, waiting, but Annabelle had ignored it. In the dimly lit porch way beside the front door, she'd kissed her friend goodnight. At first, it was a brush across both cheeks. But then, as their faces had nuzzled, her host's mouth had suddenly closed on hers. Annabelle's flicking tongue had felt so soft as it had gently and unhurriedly traced the contours of her mouth. It had moved in a way that offered far more intimacy than a full blown kiss and Beth had found her lips parting of their own volition, allowing probing tongue to find its way inside. Even now, in the back of the taxi, her heart pumped in her chest at the recollection. She could hardly breathe. She snuggled more closely into Luke, but when she closed her eyes, she could still see the look on Annabelle's face and the words she'd whispered. "If my tongue feels like this in your mouth, just think what it would be like between your legs." Lighting a Flame Ch. 02 This is the second part of a two part story Abandoning herself to a Tameka special Was that the time? Five in the morning? Beth shook her head to herself as she tiptoed down the soft stair carpet towards the kitchen. Luke was working so many long hours on the Smithson case that she didn't want to wake him. He could use all the extra sleep he could get and besides, the alarm would rouse him inside half an hour. She'd have his breakfast ready. That darn case was taking over their lives, but then defending a man who'd embezzled so much from his employers wasn't small beer. From the confidential details Luke had mentioned to her, it would take a superhuman effort keep him out of jail. She'd lost count of the times he'd tossed and turned during the night, as his sleeping but still alert mind had tried to figure out one angle or another. But then, albeit for different reasons, she knew all about sleepless nights... Last night had been no different. After their lovemaking, she'd lain awake, recalling her encounter with Annabelle. When she licked her lips, as she did frequently, she could still taste the woman's juices. The recollection never failed to light the fire between her thighs... And now she was anticipating her afternoon session with Tameka. The Health Club had called her out of the blue to confirm her massage appointment and the feeling remained that she should have refused. After all, she hadn't heard from either Annabelle or Emily in the two weeks since the fancy dress party. The lunchtime drink with her work colleagues to celebrate Greavsie's birthday would give her some alcoholic sustenance before the Health Club visit. But the more she'd lain awake and thought about it, the more she'd wondered if there was some sort of sub text to the massage. She poured a bowl of granola cereal and added some strawberries and blueberries. The coffee was starting to bubble away nicely. She'd have a cup and then maybe take Luke his breakfast on a tray. She giggled. It would make a difference to her normal routine. Waking him with a blowjob was becoming a bit too much of a habit... Even by her normal standards, she was like a bitch on heat. Her encounter with Annabelle stayed firmly in her mind, as did the sight of Emily and that Eleanor woman. If she wasn't fucking Luke to get the images out of her mind, she was masturbating to them. And inventing a few new fantasies of her own... She'd worked it all out during her sleep-interrupted nights. First, Annabelle had planted the thoughts. Then there were the fancy dress costumes. Next was the provocative physical evidence of Emily's conversion to lesbian activity, followed by the inflammatory sight of Annabelle masturbating next to her and the way she'd instantly responded. Everything was designed to play tricks with her mind. It was succeeding... Was that what all this was about? The two week period of complete silence only added to the mind games, and that had been followed by an unexpected Health Club invitation. She knew what Annabelle was up to. But if so... why had she agreed to the massage? She hadn't just acceded to it, her body was burning in anticipation. She had no idea what to expect... "Hey, what's up?" Luke was standing in the doorway. With his fair hair tousled like that and dressed in just his black boxers, he looked sexy. The familiar tingling between her thighs was comforting. How could she be lesbian if the thought of his body turned her on like this? He padded across the room and wrapped her in his strong arms. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, pecking her soft lips. "I thought you had a relaxing day planned? It's not often you have the chance to pamper yourself. What time's your massage?" "Sometime this afternoon," she vaguely answered, snuggling into his chest. She loved that manly smell of his. "Why couldn't you sleep?" "Don't know," she lied, with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "But once I was awake I thought I'd make you some breakfast." "Bacon and eggs?" "Almost right," she laughed, loving the sensation of his cock against her through the thin negligee. She playfully pressed herself against him, feeling him begin to grow. "Don't let me stop you," he chuckled, turning away and picking up her cereal bowl "My favourite." "Have it," she smiled, pulling the fridge door open as he climbed onto the kitchen stool. She handed him the milk carton and glanced at his lap. The head of his hardening cock was pushing through the gap in his boxers. Luke's eyes followed hers. "Ooops..." he laughed, reaching down to cover himself. Beth's hand on his stopped the movement. "That's mine," she said, soft and huskily. Putting one foot on the bar halfway up the stool, she crooked an arm around his neck and swung a leg across his lap. Settling back on his knees, she pulled his cock free of its constraints. "Oh fuck..." "You know, that's just what I had in mind," she giggled, slowly jerking him in her palm. "What about you?" He groaned. "I'm buying into the idea." Their lips met as she stroked him. She loved the feel of his hard flesh in her hand, though not quite so much as inside her mouth. Right now however, she had a different home in mind. Pulling away from his mouth, she half stood on the bars either side of the kitchen stool and lowered herself onto his hardness. With a deft twist of her hand, she flicked each negligee strap from her shoulders and dragged his head to her hard nipples. "That's nice, baby," she whimpered as his mouth sucked on each in turn. Her fingers ran through the back of his hair. "Keep doing that..." "Like this?" he growled, taking a nipple between his teeth and biting gently. "Oh, baby... just like that..." She squeezed her internal muscles around him, making him groan. Pulling his mouth from her hard buds, he cupped her full breasts and kissed her again. "Are you seeing Annabelle today?" The question took her by surprise and she pulled back to guardedly look into his eyes. There was nothing unusual there. "Annabelle? No. Why?" "I thought the massage was at her Health club?" Her breathing eased. "It is." "Won't she be there?" Beth shook her head and spread her fingers across the hands cupping her breasts. She smiled into his eyes. "Don't think so. Was it my tits that made you think about her?" Luke laughed. "Well, to be fair, she does have—" She tightened her sex around his hardness again. "Bastard..." He laughed again, bending his head to flick his tongue around her nipples. "All I mean," he teased, licking his way up to her neck. "Is that she was almost as sexy a Catwoman as you were a Wonder Woman." "Almost?" she queried as she began to ride him. The pang of jealousy as well as arousal was unexpected. "Almost," he repeated, growling as she rotated her hips. "But not quite..." "Hmmm," she murmured, feeling the sudden burst of adrenaline in her body at the way the conversation had turned. "Truthfully now, let's assume I'm her. How does this make you feel? Being fucked by a superheroine? What if this was Annabelle Catwoman riding you?" The shocked look on his face was priceless. "Beth!" "Don't tell me you haven't imagined it," she said, feeling him grow another couple of inches from the suggestion. "That's what men do, isn't it?" Luke shrugged, reaching for her hips. She slapped his hands away and reached for the back of his hair, pulling hard. "You bastard. You have, haven't you?!?" His eyes smiled tenderly into hers, despite the pain from the fingernails digging into his flesh. "Not once, baby. You're the only woman for me." Her grip eased and she slid her lips to his. "Good answer. Want a treat?" "I think you're giving me one..." "Not quite like the one you're going to get," she growled, feeling the surge of wickedness running through her. "Imagine this is Catwoman riding you, fucking you. Feel good?" "Beth..." he grunted, his eyes widening in shock. But his throbbing cock confirmed her words were having an effect. It was perfect. How could any thoughts of being with another woman confuse her mind if she was fucking her husband? And if she was role playing in her mind that Annabelle was, too? She pushed back the strand of hair that fell across her eyes and smiled sexily down at him. How far could she take this, she wondered? Would he play along? Rising up so that his cock lost contact with her, she swung off his lap and lowered herself to the floor. Twisting away from him and leaning on the top of the kitchen counter, she glanced back over her shoulder. Her dark eyes were suddenly serious as she shimmied the negligee to the floor. "Come on, Luke! Come and fuck Catwoman..." He hesitated for a second, and then lunged forward. His ferocity surprised and delighted her. Why not, she asked herself? They often role-played to movie scenes. Why not this one? She rose up on her tiptoes as he entered her. She was so wet from the fantasy that he had no trouble sliding home. Within a few seconds, her body was shuddering with each hard slap of his skin on hers. One hand held her around the waist, while the other gripped her dark hair. "Yes, Luke," she grunted, loving the roughness as he jerked her head backwards.. "Fuck me, honey. Harder." Driven on by her words, he began to take her faster and faster. It was just what she needed. Whether it was the pretence she'd created, the pace of their fucking or just an early morning need, neither of them was going to last long. He pulled more violently on her hair and pumped faster, each thrust driving harder against her g-spot. She loved this position and his roughness. So would Catwoman... "Fuck yes," she whined, teetering on the edge. Her eyes and she allowed her imagination to run riot. She was thinking things she shouldn't. His hand had found her hard nipples and twisted them just the way she liked. Bending almost flat over the counter, she cried out as her climax threatened to overwhelm her. "Ngh... yes, oh yes..." Was it the thought of Luke fucking Catwoman that made her feel like this? Or was it the thought of Annabelle seducing and fucking them both? She imagined the three of them together and shook her head to erase the thoughts of what they might do. Even before he fired his creamy seed inside her, the images saw her detonate like a nuclear bomb... *** "So, Beth," Tommy Greaves said, plonking a second gin and tonic in front of her. He planted his bulky body on the heavy chair beside her. "We haven't had the chance to chat yet. How come you're looking so sexy?" "Sexy?" The thought hadn't occurred to her. "Yeah, sexy," he told her, planting a thick hand on her knee. "Did you dress up this way just for my birthday?" She took his hand and disdainfully dropped it back in his lap. After her sex with Luke, she'd gone for one of her long jogs and then returned home to a comforting bubble bath. She'd dressed as simply as possible with the forthcoming massage in mind. The dress was more of a pragmatic choice than any desire to look sexy. Wasn't it? The overweight man turned to the others with a huge grin. "Not often young Beth looks as sexy as this, is it guys. Think she's out to impress the birthday boy?" "My aim in life is to impress you," she laughed, sipping at her drink. "I mean, to look as fit as you do at your age, well, it's a minor miracle. How old is it now. Fifty? Fifty five?" "Forty, as well you know," he said, his eyes twinkling at the banter between them. That was the thing with Beth, she could take it as well as dish it out. "Is that all? Your mother will be proud of you. So young, Greavsie, and yet you've already attained all your life goals..." "Not quite," he replied. "You know what I wanted to be when I was a kid?" "Slim," Buster Hummer quipped from the seat opposite. "What happened?" The group fell into raucous laughter. "Very funny," the overweight reporter smiled wryly. "What happened, indeed! I've just hit my forties and am spending my lunchtime with morons in a dump like this." "Dump?" Beth laughed, picking up the hand he'd returned to her knee and carefully placing it on the table top. "You know you adore this place." It wasn't just Greavsie, of course—they all loved the olde worlde look of the pub. There weren't too many inns in the locality like this one. Most had been re-furbished, whereas the barrels and farm implements dotted around the Black Ox, and seating created from old milk churns and beer barrels, was sufficiently quirky to attract a loyal following. "He should do," Tony Forest added, nodding to the other guys dotted around their table. "He spends enough time here." "Pot and kettle," Greaves responded, raising his pint of Timothy Taylor's into the air and swallowing half without pausing for breath. "Delicious," he announced, burping loudly and then wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his creased shirt. "No need to be on your best behaviour just because I'm here, Greavsie," Beth dryly told him, rolling her eyebrows at the thin woman collecting the empty glasses that littered their table. "Always the same," Elsie's Cockney accent rang out. As always, she wore too much lipstick. Although she had the body of a boy, there was something about her that attracted the guys. "Some men just ooze charm," she snorted. "That's why we restrict them to this corner of the lounge. We don't want to scare off the other patrons." "Yeah, well," Greavsie grinned. "Beth here adds a touch of class to the group. Going to have another, honey-bun?" "Honey-bun?" she laughed, glancing at her watch. Nearly time to go. Was that why a shiver passed through her? "Is that why women always flock around you... your repartee?" The heavy man reached down and cupped his crotch. "Among other things..." A groan went up, followed by more laughter. "Pull-ease," she chimed, pulling a mock pained face. "I have to eat later..." It had taken her a while to feel comfortable with the all male team at the paper, especially as she'd been the youngest by far. But they'd pretty quickly accepted her as one of their own and she'd enjoyed being the only woman there. Barry Evans, the editor, allowed the men to take advantage of her from time to time, but she didn't mind that. Underneath all the male banter they were good guys, and had all helped her while she was learning her trade... "Did you get me a double, Greavsie?" she suddenly asked, sipping of her G&T and then quizzically raising her glass. She stared suspiciously at the contents. Come to think of it, the first drink had been strong, too. He gave his trademark mischievous grin. "You said you were only having a couple so I thought I'd make the second worthwhile." "Trying to get me drunk?" "Now that would be a sight to see," Buster Hummer quipped, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Our Beth, drunk..." "Yeah," Greavsie laughed, nudging her with his elbow. "What sort of drunk are you, Beth? Happy? Aggressive?" She smiled at him as she swallowed the last of her drink. "The last thing you guys will ever see is me drunk," she said, grabbing her lightweight jacket and pushing up to her feet. "That's a real shame, because when I have too much to drink I get very horny." The group suddenly paused in conversation, glancing at her. Beth sexily smoothed the dress in place, enjoying the sudden attention. Men could be such boys! Patting the birthday boy on his head, she put an extra wiggle in her walk as she sauntered towards the door. Halfway there, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, guys..." *** The treatment room was warm, cosy and much plusher than Beth had expected—the entire Health Club was. Whatever membership cost, the brunette knew it was well out of her own league. Not that money would be a problem for Annabelle... She glanced at the Japanese girl. Even with her dark, ponytailed hair pulled back so severely, she was an attractive young woman. The first three buttons on the front of her white uniform were casually undone, allowing Beth the intoxicating glimpse of her olive skinned breasts each time she leaned forward. If she didn't know better, she'd think the Oriental girl was braless. Fortunately, she'd been too busy registering details to notice Beth's interest. "Welcome Miss Beth," the young masseuse had said, crossing her hands and bowing when Beth had arrived. The girl's deference was quite appealing. At first, Beth had felt self conscious lying there naked except for the white towel over her buttocks. But as she gradually felt more at home, she chastised herself and decided to simply enjoy what was in store. "What you like, specifically?" the girl eventually asked, once all the formalities were completed. The exhilarating scent of sandalwood soon filled the air as she lit each of the candles circling the padded leather table. Beth took a few moments to consider the question. Truth was, the gin and tonic's was gradually diffusing the tension and she was beginning to look forward to the masseuse's hands on her body. If Tameka was half as good as Annabelle and Emily had suggested she was in for a treat. She looked so innocent, too. There couldn't be anything untoward here... "I'll leave that to you, Tameka," she ended up saying, chickening out. Propping her head up on an elbow, she took care not to expose her breasts. "Whatever you think..." The Japanese girl smiled knowingly. "You want Tameka special?" Darn, that was right. That's what both Em and Annabelle had referred to. She'd forgotten. She shuffled slightly on the padded leather surface and nodded at the girl. "If you like..." Tameka smiled as she collected two bottles of oil from the shelves in front of Beth and the brunette had to fight back the urge to look at the young masseuse's breasts again. That gap left nothing to the imagination when the young masseuse leant forward. She noted that each of the girl's movements was graceful, even removing the cork from the square glass bottle. Did that bode well for the massage? Tameka held the bottle high, flamboyantly allowing lashings of oil to pour down onto the back of Beth's legs. Within seconds, the tiny hands had gone to work. The Japanese's silky smooth touch surprised her. "That feels good..." "You very tense, Miss Beth," the young masseuse responded, digging her experienced fingers into the back of the brunette's calves. "Relax. Let Tameka make you feel better." Beth nodded, resting her head on her hands and closing her eyes. It allowed her to better savour the stimulating touch. The practiced way the girl took her time in working each leg was heavenly. Every single inch received her full attention. "Miss Beth like?" she asked after a while. "Mmm... yes... that's good, Tameka. I can see why it's described as special." The tiny Japanese girl gave a delicious giggle. "Not special yet, Miss Beth. We just start..." The brunette's shoulders were the next to receive attention, eventually followed by her spine and sides. Tameka's therapeutic touch applied just the right amount of pressure at each juncture, constantly lathering more oil across her tanned flesh until her skin was glistening with the aromatic lubrication. The digging fingers initially provided some discomfort but quickly turning the ache into a vibrant feeling of wellbeing. Beth felt like purring.... "Is good?" "Very..." If this continued much longer she'd fall into a delicious sleep. It didn't. The hands on her buttocks brought her instantly back to life. Casually dropping the white towel to the floor, Tameka's experienced fingers covered Beth's perfect ass with oil, sweeping in circles across her wonderfully round globes. A glowing heat centred on her sex. The girl's palms were firmly holding her toned flesh while her thumbs went to work and Beth couldn't help spreading her thighs wider as she shifted on the table. Lighting a Flame Ch. 02 "Relax, Miss Beth," the Japanese girl softly whispered, leaning so close Beth could feel her hot breath on her cheek. "Let Tameka make you feel good." That was the problem. She already was. It felt that the massage turned sexual. With each touch the sensations grew more powerful. Did this girl know the effect she was creating? When her oily hands eased Beth's legs further apart and the woman embarrassingly realised she'd have a full view of her glistening sex from her position at the foot of the table. The fingers danced closer to where they shouldn't and Beth realised her hips were involuntarily rising from the table with each caress, wanting and needing the wonderfully slithering touch that was so close. What would those probing fingers feel like inside her? Just when her willpower was on its last legs, Tameka pulled away. "Turn over, please." Disappointment was replaced with anticipation. It was one thing allowing full access to her back... Her arms nervously flopped beside her sides as she nervously swung around and adjusted her position before lying on her back. She was only too well aware that her hard nipples and glistening labial lips would betray the state of excitement enveloping her. It was a relief when the young masseuse stayed well clear of her erogenous as she returned to her work. Beth wondered if the problem was in her mind. She watched Tameka through half closed eyes, observing each graceful movement as the young Japanese girl returned her body to a relaxed state. The problem was her mind was still alert. Her gaze was drawn like a rabbit caught in headlights to the gaping opening in the half-unbuttoned white uniform. Tameka's breasts spilled forward with each sweep of her hands. They were larger than Beth had imagined and from what she could tell if she strained her neck, they were capped with dark nipples. And those tantalising buds were hard, too... Breathing deeply, she forced her narrowed eyes back to the girl's warm, oval face, only to find that Tameka was closely watching her as she worked. A lick of heat covered her body. "You like?" she asked, though it was unclear whether the masseuse was referring to her body or the massage. It seemed to Beth that her voice had taken on an amused tone. She nodded, unable to trust herself to speak. Tameka held her gaze as she reached for the oil and this time poured the lubrication across the full breasts. She made a show of the action, holding the bottle high and twisting it in her fingers, so that the liquid pitter-pattered across the thrusting mounds, bouncing and then sliding wherever it landed. Beth watched transfixed as a globule hit her nipple and then erotically slide down the hard bud. It was impossible to disguise her gasp of arousal... Tameka leant forward as her tiny hands followed the liquid, her tantalising breasts spilling forward against the uniform. Beth swallowed deeply, running her tongue across her dry lips as the drug-like rush of excitement fed through her. If she reached up, she could touch them. She jammed her eyes closed in an attempt to remove temptation. But the Japanese girl's hands sweeping across her breasts didn't help. They moved at just the right pace, not too fast or too slow. She held them the way a woman prefers, gently cupping the ripe, eager mounds and then reverently sliding her fingers to the tempting nipples. The moment had changed from therapeutic massage to sensual stimulation. Beth loved the feel of Luke's hands on her breasts but his touch was nothing like this. She loved his mouth on her tits too... and Tameka had such perfect lips! Oh, God, what was she thinking? She shook her head a couple of times, attempting to drive the thoughts and implications from her mind. "Miss Beth okay?" Tameka asked. The wicked little smile on her face confirmed she was only too well aware of her client's internal struggles. Beth bit her lip and nodded. Her overheated body was close to submission and when the young masseuse dripped more oil on her stomach and along her thighs, she began to shake. Tameka's hands manipulated the liquid, her constant rhythmical caress continuing to build up the tempo. When her fingertips found their way into the dimples high up on the inside of Beth's thighs, the brunette wondered if the girl could sense her inner heat. Her caressing hands seemed to perfectly anticipate each of Beth's illicit thoughts. They were a fingertip away from her smooth sex, running so delicately in gentle circles that the panting brunette felt like she could fly. Beth was lost. Her hips began to move upwards, pushing her body towards the touch she so desperately needed. When Japanese girl's fingers suddenly left her, she felt like screaming. She wanted to grab those hands and force them back. Didn't Tameka understand what she needed? Instead, the young girl was stroking her forehead, like a mother soothing a child. "You ready now, Miss Beth," she said, handing her a drink of water. Beth greedily slurped at the drink. She hadn't realised just how dry her throat felt. "Ready?" Tameka smiled as she nodded. "Ready for Tameka special..." *** Beth's sexual world whirled in front of her hazy eyes. Even turning back onto her stomach had brought a low moan as her hard nipples pushed deliciously into the cool padded leather. The Japanese girl's uniform lay on the floor beside her, and although she couldn't see the young woman, she'd felt the black leather squeak as Tameka had climbed onto the table and straddled her. The girl had taken her most of her weight on her knees and elbows, but there was no mistaking the feel of her pointed nipples pressing into Beth's heated skin. She slithered her body from the top of the brunette's shoulders all the way down to the round curves of her buttocks. The result was inevitable. Beth's orgasm burst on the third sweep of the small body against hers... "Is good?" the young masseuse murmured in her ear on one upstroke, continuing the exquisitely slow torture despite Beth's climax. The trembling brunette knew it wouldn't be her last. As the Japanese girl repeated the series of long, oily strokes across the full length of her body she could feel the masseuse's smooth sex begin to press harder as the masseuse ground downwards. She raised her buttocks in response, desperate for the firmer touch of those undulating hips. One of Tameka's feet twisted around her ankle, dragging Beth's leg wider. When the other hooked around the brunette's left ankle and did the same, she was helplessly spread. The masseuse firmly dug her pussy downwards, humping down harder into that sexy oiled ass. The brunette gasped as a second orgasm approached, settled and then exploded. "Want more," the masseuse sexily breathed in her ear. "Miss Beth cum more for Tameka." Her sex slithered more firmly against Beth as she spoke. Pushed herself upwards, she removed their connection above the waist but enhanced the contact of her sex on Beth's hard ass. She began to thrust down quickly as if she was simulating fucking her client. It was like a piston, each successive hard slap driving Beth's wet sex into the padded table and culminating in a piercing shriek as the brunette came a third time. Still Tameka wasn't satisfied. Her bucking hips moved more slowly to help prolong Beth's orgasmic tremors but then she was on the move again. Her body twisted, her hands pulled and—somehow—Beth found herself lying on her back. The masseuse grinned knowingly as she pulled at her pony tail and shook her black hair free. Reaching out to grab the half empty bottle beside them, she emptied the whole of the contents over Beth's lower stomach and glistening mound. The two women watched the liquid swirl and settle before their eyes met again. The young masseuse smiled wickedly as she sat up on her haunches, dragging one of the brunette's legs up with her. Her long tongue flicked around Beth's big toe. "Tameka fuck you now..." Beth almost spent again at the words. When the Japanese girl settled clit on clit and began to grind, she felt a dizzying darkness begin to overwhelm her. This was too much. She sank flat on her back to ease the excruciating tingling inhabiting her body, and the Japanese girl took advantage to angle herself into a better position. Within mere seconds she had the brunette on the verge again... When Tameka began to suck on her toe and move her hips a little faster, images of Emily and Eleanor swirled across Beth's mind. Then it was Annabelle, dressed in that sexy Catwoman outfit and the two of them masturbating together. Her thoughts jumped to Luke. She should be feeling guilty but the raw, surging power of her arousal eclipsed any other feeling. She realised that whether the massage was an act of seduction or not, she was a whimpering, willing accomplice. That thought set off another orgasm. Where were they coming from...? One of Tameka's hands curled under her ass, pulling her tighter. The young masseuse rose up to her knees, pushing her sexually-charged folds harder against Beth's. She fellated her toe like a cock while she fucked harder. Beth's head began to thrash but Tameka didn't let up. She was intent on squeezing ever last drop of arousal from her willing victim. Her fingers reached for the brunette's clit, expertly thumbing and strumming the slippery nub. When she began to grind down even harder, the table began to bounce and Beth's head swung off the side. If the girl let go of her she'd be hanging upside down. The thought enhanced her burning arousal. All that mattered was the wonderful way the young masseuse was pounding her juice covered sex, milking every last drop of her sweet essence. The dizziness overtook her... Sometime later, when her eyes slowly forced themselves open, Tameka was back in her uniform again. The young girl handed her a glass of water and ran her hand over Beth's perspiring forehead, untangling some brown hair from her sweaty skin. "Miss Annabelle say no use mouth," she explained, planting the softest of kisses on Beth's lips. "But you come back and again. Tameka want teach Miss Beth many things..." *** The pressure builds The late evening flight to Spain had passed quickly. Any interested observer would have assumed the three couples were on their way to enjoying a short break in the sun. While it was an accurate assessment, the underlying sexual tension wasn't quite so obvious. On the face of it, Luke's explanation that Roger was treating them all to a relaxing weekend in the sun understandable. It would allow the three men to put the finishing touches to their approach to the Smithson case in a relaxing environment. That would also help recharge their batteries, while rewarding their wives patience throughout their recent heavy workloads. Yet Beth couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it. Or maybe it was that after her recent surprising lack of contact with Annabelle and Em, the thought of spending a full weekend in such close proximity made her feel nervous? Staying together in a large, luxurious property at a five start resort wouldn't provide much privacy. The anticipation was stirring feelings inside her that shouldn't be there. Any apprehension she'd held at the thought of seeing the two women again had already been swept away. When the three couples had met at the airport, Annabelle and Emily had made a beeline for her and the excited chatter had continued throughout the flight. In the rare moments when she'd had time to think, Beth wondered if her concerns were all in her head. Everything was so natural between the three of them... "You okay?" Annabelle asked, tapping her hand as the announced of their imminent landing crackled over the tannoy. "You were lost in thought." "Yes, I'm good," Beth instantly said, trying hard not to give any of her thoughts away as she met the blonde's eyes. Why couldn't she get rid of that knot in her stomach? "You were admiring my blouse?" The knot tightened. Had she really been looking at Annabelle's tits? Knowing that the blonde woman had always been able to read her mind made her uneasy. "Yes... well.. actually..." Oh, God, get a grip on yourself, girl. Stop stammering like a confused schoolgirl. "I was thinking how good both you and Em looked. I feel positively dowdy by comparison. It was partly true, both Annabelle and Emily looked even hotter than usual today. Or was that just the way she was feeling? Dressed casually in blue jeans, yellow blouse and a thin leather jacket, the blonde could easily be mistaken for a model. And Em had completely transformed herself. Those low rise jeans looked sensational on her slim body and she wasn't wearing anything under the white tee shirt. She'd never seen her copper haired friend bra-less. "Nonsense," Annabelle huskily murmured. The hand she'd placed on top of Beth's squeezed affectionately and her gaze provocatively ran along the cleavage peeking over the brunette's v-neck top. "You look sexy, too. I can't wait to see your body in a bikini." Beth's blush started at the base of her neck and quickly covered her face. The image of Annabelle in a bikini flitted across her mind but she still managed a non committal reply. "Some sunbathing will be nice." The blonde turned around in the seat so that she could look directly into her face. "Or maybe we can go nude?" she said, pushing a lock of hair back behind one of Beth's ears. "I believe the villa offers complete privacy. Up for it?" Beth hesitated. She was usually up for anything but... "Do I still make you nervous?" Annabelle suddenly asked. Her dark blue-hazel eyes flashed sexily at Beth as she fluffed up her silky hair. "Nervous?" "You have done ever since I told you about my predilection for women." Beth's gaze shot past Annabelle to Emily. She was chatting with an older man across the aisle. And as their three husbands were engrossed in conversation across the aisle, there was no chance of them being overheard. "That knocked me off balance, I have to admit..." "And did the fancy dress party knock you off balance, too?" Beth wasn't sure if the heat between her thighs was arousal or anger. She decided it was probably both. "Don't play games with me, Annabelle," she said. Her voice was steadier than she felt. "I'm not," the blonde said, taking the brunette's hand and smiling into her eyes. "Look, Beth, I just think you and I should have a chat to clear the air. This break will give us both plenty of opportunity to get things off our chests. Then we can get back to being good friends again. What do you think?" Beth nodded slowly. It was about time. "I think that's a really good idea." *** The three couples had enjoyed a late dinner in one of the complex's exclusive restaurant and then consumed even more liquor when they'd returned to the house. The huge amount of space available in the villa had ended any worries that they'd be in each other's pockets and the wonderful outside pool and Jacuzzi area was an added bonus. Beth had felt much more relaxed as a result of her brief conversation with Annabelle on the plane and she hadn't laughed so much for ages over dinner. It had been the early hours of the morning before the couples had retired to bed, not a good idea in view of the plan for the men to meet early in the study to discuss the Smithson case. Roger had promised Luke and Harry a day on the golf course on Sunday if they could finalise all details today. Even so, Beth had made sure Luke took care of her needs in bed. A girl had to relieve some of that sexual tension somehow. The sex had been tender and loving at first, and then descended into the frenetic fucking they so loved. It was just what she'd needed. She'd slept until after ten, long after Luke had left for his meeting with Roger and Harry. After a shower, she felt as good as she had in a long time. Even her apprehension about appearing in the skimpy red bikini had disappeared. It left little to the imagination and knowing that both Annabelle and Emily were 'into' the fairer sex, there was something teasingly exciting about displaying her body. She felt deliciously wicked... Having adjusted the bikini top and checked her hair, it was a disappointment to see the poolside area empty. The items beside two of the loungers confirmed that both Em and Annabelle couldn't be far away, as did the large jug of Pimms standing on the round white table. Drinking this early? She glanced around and smiled—why not? Filling one of the tall glasses, she took a long sip and idly wondered why she'd never tried the refreshing cocktail before. Or was it something to do with the hot sun that was close to its peak? Dropping the shades to protect her eyes from the glare, she carried the glass to a lounger and placed it on one side and her bag the other. This is the life, she thought with a chuckle as she pulled her suntan cream from her multi-coloured bag. I could get used to this. She took another drink before unscrewing the top. "Want some help?" Her body jerked at the voice. She hadn't heard Annabelle come outside. "Hi," she smiled. "How's it going?" "Great," the blonde smiled. She casually sauntered across to the brunette and dropped her oversized blue towel on the lounger beside her. Beth's eyes covered the woman's silhouetted body as the blonde turned and poured herself a glass of Pimms. If she'd intended to make an impact in her red bikini, Annabelle had stolen her thunder. The gold top barely contained her large breasts and in profile, the pointed nipples that sat hard and high on their peaks stood out like organ stops. When she bent to place her glass on the tiled floor beside the lounger, Beth's eyes widened. The triangular piece of black material that covered only a tiny area of the taut buttocks pulled tight across the crevice of her ass. She chuckled to herself. Had she nearly sent out a wolf whistle? A woman really needed to be toned to get away with something so skimpy. Annabelle was... "So," the woman murmured, her full breasts spilling forward as she leant to take the suntan cream from the surprised brunette. Perching on the back edge of her friend's lounger, she poured a layer into her palms and began to sweep it across Beth's tanned shoulders. "You had a good night?" "A great night," Beth eventually replied, feeling a sudden intake of breath at the touch. It felt divine. Tameka had been the last woman to rub oil into her flesh. "I haven't laughed as hard as that for a long time." "I didn't mean when we were at dinner," Annabelle responded, applying more cream to Beth's back. "Ooops, sorry." "What?" "I got some on your bikini. Wait a second." Before she knew what was happening, Beth felt the deft hands unfasten the tie holding her red top in place. A shiver ran through her as Annabelle casually dragged it from her body and tossed it onto the front of the lounger. The sun and soft breeze on her naked breasts felt incredible. "I meant afterwards." For a few moments, Beth wondered what she meant, but was content to enjoy Annabelle's smooth touch as she rubbed the lotion into her back. Going topless—being stripped topless—felt wonderfully liberating. She was just helping her with the sun tan lotion, right? Then why was her whole body tingling? "Afterwards?" she eventually murmured. "Sure," Annabelle replied, her hot breath caressing the back of Beth's neck. "Here, put your arms on top of your head." She pulled them upwards into place. "Let me get all this skin covered. That sun can burn you before you even know..." She poured more cream into her palms and covered the undersides of Beth's arms and her armpits. The brunette moaned in appreciation. Holding her hands on top of her head felt so submissive. As if she was allowing the blonde free access to her body. The touch felt more like a massage and although it was different to the one Tameka had given her she could still feel the delicious warmth growing between her thighs. Lighting a Flame Ch. 02 "Roger and I have the bedroom next door to yours." Beth could feel her lips practically touching her skin as she spoke. "Couldn't sleep?" A pinprick of heat ran across Beth's body. She'd overheard their lovemaking? "I haven't heard anything as sexy for a long time. Roger had taken a sleeping pill and trying to wake him would be like rousing the dead. I had to get out my trusty vibe." The pinprick turned into a fever. "You—" "Absolutely." For a while, neither of them spoke. The ramifications of Annabelle's words slowly sank home. From behind her, the blonde's hands were smoothing the cream in tender circles across her stomach. For a crazy second Beth realised that if she raised them a few inches she'd be cupping her breasts. Was that where this was heading? "You have no idea how hot you sounded, Beth. Those sexy growls of yours were such a turn on." The brunette's heart trembled. She was so moist it would show if she stood and her nipples were so hard they ached. Annabelle's hands were brushing the undersides of her tits now and she actually wanted to drag them upwards. The provocative words and caressing hands were having their desired effect. "I'm so embarrassed..." she eventually croaked. "Why? I was the one who was using my vibrator. Don't you like that thought?" Annabelle's hands obeyed Beth's thoughts as she whispered the words. She rotated the heavy breasts in her palms, her thumbs flicking each nipple. The brunette could feel the touch all the way down to her sex. "I think I even managed to time it so that we came together," the sexy blonde murmured, turning the screw by running her tongue along the back of her friend's neck. Beth grunted, knowing there was no turning back—and not wanting there to be any. But just as she began to turn her face to meet the pink lips, a male voice broke the spell. It came from the door of the villa behind them. "Drink anyone? We're taking a break for half an hour." Annabelle smoothly pulled her hands away from the brunette and casually turned to face her husband. He was stepping out onto the patio area, followed by Luke and Harry. "More Pimms," she shouted across as she languidly eased herself up from Beth's lounger. She wistfully smiled down at the brunette. "Why do men have such a ridiculous sense of timing?" *** Beth sank back in the large tub, soaking her long brown hair in the process. She smoothed it back over her head and closed her eyes to better savour the luxurious warmth of the water. It was an hour before they all met for dinner but she needed this brief sanctuary after her earlier encounter with Annabelle. The men had stayed a while and then Emily had joined them. After a light lunch, the three women had spent the afternoon talking and sunbathing, But her mind had been a mess. It still was... She sank her head beneath the water again, sending bubbles to the surface. It didn't provide much respite. The same thoughts that had reverberated around her head all afternoon were still there... She and Annabelle had masturbated together while watching Em with that woman. She'd willingly submitted herself to a Tameka special. Then the blonde had told her she'd masturbated last night to the sound of Beth's lovemaking with Luke. On top of that, there was the lingering sensation of Annabelle's touch today. Her body was overheating at the recollection... Slipping her hand underneath the water, she homed in on her clit. Just delicately touching the slippery bud made her body shudder with arousal. She shifted position so that she could widen her legs, heaving her body backwards against the curve of the tub. Planting the soles of her feet firmly on the bottom of the bath, she lifted her hips a little. That felt even better. "Hey!" Beth jerked in the tub, splashing water over the lip as her face coloured. "Feeling sexy?" "Dammit, Luke," she stuttered, turning to give her a little bit of privacy. "Can't a girl get some time to herself?" Her husband laughed, his eyes trained on her hand under the rippling water. "It looks like it's more than time you need, honey. But I have to head down to meet Roger and Harry—we have a few loose ends to tie up before dinner. Want me to take care of that before I go?" "Luke...!" she warned. He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. We'll take care of it after dinner." She grinned back at him. Who could resist that dimple? Then her eyes went to the shopping bag dangling from the middle finger of his right hand. "What...?" "Thought that would get your attention," he said, pushing his spare hand through his fair hair. "Annabelle dropped it in a few minutes ago. She told me not to look—said it was something for you to wear tonight." "To wear?" "Apparently she sent the hotel to do a little shopping late afternoon. It's lingerie for you to wear tonight. She said that as we're heading off early tomorrow for golf, the girls needed a treat, too." He laughed again. "Roger's stumping up for each of your purchases, she said, though I'm unsure if he knows that yet." Beth's eyes lit up. "Lingerie? That's fantastic." "I thought you'd say that," he told her, twirling the bag around his finger as he glanced at his watch. "You have an hour to be dressed and downstairs. I'll leave this on the bed." "Okay, babe." He turned to leave then glanced back. "You've just time to finish what you started..." Beth laughed as she exaggeratedly held her nose and prepared to dip her head beneath the water again. She didn't often curse, unless she was in the throes of passion. This time she made an exception. "Fuck off, Luke." *** Rather than using the white robe hanging on the back of the door, Beth had remained naked after her bath. Her damp towel lay on the floor beside her. There was something extraordinarily sexy about wandering around the large bedroom in the nude. Maybe it was the way the heat still poured in through the open window, or the sight of the sun beaming across the mountains in the distance. Or perhaps it was something else... She'd opened a one of the bottles of red standing in the centre of the round wooden table and was enjoying her second glass. Why not? The drink would be flowing freely when she joined the others before heading for the restaurant. She'd reasoned that some extra alcohol before then might help settle the tingling in her loins. It hadn't yet. Closing her make-up case, she checked the face reflected back at her in the mirror. Was that really her? She'd decided on a heavier than usual blue eye shadow to match the dress, along with dark eye-liner and mascara. It was impossible to say why, but she'd made the sudden decision to create an appearance like a sexy vamp. She'd succeeded perfectly. Gracefully easing herself to her feet, she picked up the half empty drink and swirled the wine around the glass as she sauntered to the open doors leading to the balcony. The soft breeze felt captivating on her tanned skin. What if Annabelle was taking the air on her balcony, she wondered, taking a hesitant step outside. The thought of the blonde woman involuntarily catching her naked was quite a turn on. Her face dropped as she glanced over at the empty space. From the sound of the voices beneath her, it seemed the two women had already joined their husbands. She'd better get a move on. Turning back inside, she hummed The Stripper as she sensually swayed her hips from side to side in time to the tune in her head. She was so horny that maybe it would have made sense to have finished herself off in the bath as Luke had jokingly suggested? Time to get dressed, she reminded herself, slurping down the rest of the wine in her glass. So far she'd resisted the temptation to check out the items in the shopping bag Annabelle had left for her. Now she couldn't wait to try on the contents. The first item was a little black thong and she cocked her hips one way and then the other as she dragged it into position. The suspender belt she took from the bag quickly followed, and then the black stockings with the sexy seam. Putting one foot and then the other on the stool, she rolled the stockings along each shapely leg, finally clipping them into her suspender belt. A lick of heat hit her as she admired the topless woman in the mirror. It was almost as if she were watching someone else—a hot and very, very sexy woman. Extracting the sheer plunge bra from the bag, she hesitated for a second while she admired the way her full breasts hung so perfectly from her slender frame. Her dark brown nipples were very hard, confirming her excitement. Annabelle was hot, but she was a match for anyone. Nodding at her reflection, she fastened the garment behind her back before settling the cups over her full breasts and dragging the straps over her shoulders. With a final, approving glance at the mirror, Beth picked up the empty shopping bag and turned towards the hanger with her black dress. She paused as she moved—the cream bag was heavier than it should have been. Something was at the bottom. Turning the bag upside down, she shook it out onto the bed and took an involuntary step backwards. The last thing she'd expected was a black vibrator. Not only was it was larger than anything she'd used, the dulled black plastic gave it the look of an old favourite. The pieces clinked into place. This was the vibe that Annabelle had used on herself when she has listened to Beth and Luke's lovemaking last night! And now the blonde was actually making it available to her. So that she could... *** The dark wooden shelves containing set after set of classical books dominated the walls of the restaurant's library area, and provided a perfect backdrop for the dark, heavy leather chairs and sofas that were scattered around the high ceilinged room. It was the ideal location for their after dinner coffees and liqueurs, and having it all to themselves was a bonus—especially with the men being in such a boisterous mood. Several bottles of champagne had seen them lose their inhibitions some time ago, helped by the way their wives had deliberately flaunted plenty of stocking top throughout the evening. Annabelle had started the teasing—of course—but Emily and then Beth hadn't needed much encouragement to join in. Even now, sitting back on the sofa with one arm thrown along the back, the blonde woman's short, dark dress rode up her thigh, revealing an impressive expanse of tanned skin above her black stockings. "So," she smiled, raising a blonde eyebrow as she reached for her coffee. "You boys actually expect to be able to rise at the crack of dawn to play golf tomorrow?" "Absolutely," Roger smiled, giving his wife a sideways grin. He held up his brandy glass in toast to the other men. "You should never underestimate the male species." "Heaven forbid," Beth joined in and everyone laughed. "I'll remind you when you struggle to get out of bed in the morning," Annabelle said. "I'd imagine we'll all be sunbathing by the time you men rise." "I'm ready for my bed right now." Harry's words were slurred. "My hero," Emily said, shaking her head at her worse for drink husband. She swivelled around on the black leather chair, the hem of her light dress sliding up her legs. The black suspenders attached to her stockings were revealed in all their glory. "Here I am dressed to kill and all Harry can think of is sleep." "Sleep?" he objected, attempting to stem a loud yawn as he threw back another liqueur. Emily just rolled her eyes and pulled the dress back into place. Her husband was impossible when he'd had this much to drink. He'd be snoring within a few short minutes of reaching their room. "What about you?" Annabelle asked, reaching a stockinged leg across Beth and pushing her toes against Luke's thigh. "Are you feeling amorous tonight?" Luke raised his glass and nodded happily. "Always," he slurred, slumping further back in his chair. "Hopeless," Beth murmured with a smile. Like Harry, her husband's alcoholic intake tonight had way exceeded his usual limit—but she understood that the men needed to let their hair down after finalising their approach to the Smithson case today. Next week, in court, she knew full well that a different set of frustrations and late night meetings would take over again. "We don't care," Annabelle laughed, resting her foot on the top of the brunette's crossed legs. "We don't need you men for anything. Isn't that right, Beth?" The brunette's face turn bright red as Annabelle dug her toes into her skin. She understood what Annabelle was saying—how could she not with the woman's vibrator safely hidden in her bag. Despite herself, the thought warmed her thighs. Maybe that's why she'd drunk so much herself? It hid the nervous excitement running through her body. "Exactly," she eventually agreed, trying to keep her eyes from Annabelle's exposed flesh as the blonde dragged her toes along her thigh before withdrawing her leg. She failed... *** They'd only just returned to their room and Luke had already passed out in the large armchair near the balcony window. In this condition, the only answer was to let him sleep it off. He'd wake up at some point during the night and that would be the time to get him comfortable. Besides, she had other things on her mind. Pouring a long glass of water, she placed it on the small table at her side of the bed and retrieved Annabelle's vibrator from its hiding place. She held it for a while, examining it in detail before cautiously turning the small knob on the base. It came to life instantly. Checking that the gentle buzzing sound didn't disturb Luke, she gave a sigh of approval and turned it off before dropping it onto the bed. Reaching for the shoulder straps of her black dress on her, she allowed the loose garment to float down around her heels. Turning to the long mirror, she dragged off her bra and studied her appearance in just the small thong, suspender belt, stockings and heels. A lick of heat flickered around her body. Even though she said it herself—she looked hot. It had been her intention to undress and shower but instead, she turned back and flopped onto the bed. Lying on her back, she propped herself up on the pillows against the headboard. Picking up the vibrator again, she waited. It didn't take long. The sound was faint to begin with, so low that Beth wasn't sure whether her mind was playing tricks. She listened intently while her mind tried to match the mainly female noises with her imagination of what was happening in the next room. Was Annabelle semi naked, like Beth? Had she left her stockings and suspenders on—and her heels? Beth had no doubt that the woman was putting on a sensory show for her. That was the point in providing the vibrator, after all. Her trembling fingers switched it on. Luke's head was on his chest and the low hum of his breathing suggested he'd remain that way for a long while yet. He wasn't going to be disturbed by the vibrating phallus. The sounds increased in volume and Annabelle's low, rhythmic grunts seemed to fill Beth's head before sliding their soft sensuous way down her body to her moist sex. She tentatively raised the black sex toy to her mouth, loving the feel of the vibrations shimmering across her lips. For a while, she began to suck the head. She imagined it was Luke's cock, or maybe even Roger's? Her body shuddered. That really was a wicked thought... What were they doing in the next room? Was Roger between her thighs, going down on her? Was he pleasuring his wife the way she'd taught Luke to do with her. A man could never get it quite right. Beth's heart was pounding as she visualised Annabelle's naked body. She'd know just how to use her mouth and her fingers on the sexy woman, which spots to touch and the right amount of pressure to apply. She imagined what it would feel like to be between her thighs. How Annabelle's gripping fingers would feel in her hair. Listening to those sexy moans knowing you were responsible for enticing each groan of arousal? Oh fuck. She realised she'd been circling the black monster around each nipple. She needed more. This vibe had been used by Annabelle. Now she was going to use it too... Pushing herself back against the pillow, she spread her legs wider and dragged the skimpy thong to one side. In her hurry, the long heels of her shoes snagged into the bedclothes and the material ripped as she frantically kicked it away. She was so wet the vibrator found its way home immediately. The urgent excitement ran through her like a drug. There'd been times in her life when a particularly stunning female had made her shiver. Kylie was one, in that 2005 calendar. Then there was the Catherine Deneuve/Susan Sarandon scene in The Hunger movie. And who could forget Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon in Bound? This was different... a million times hotter... As the vibrator did its work, she recalled each sexy experience of the last month. The hot sight of Annabelle in that Catwoman outfit... the blonde's mouth on hers, that flicking tongue easing her red lips open... Tameka's massage that gave her multiple orgasms... Annabelle's hands on her poolside yesterday... the two of them masturbating together and the noise the hot blonde woman made when she came... It was a similar sound to the one she could hear right now through the thin wall. Throwing her head back, the vibe seemed possessed as it determined to extract maximum pleasure. The world shrank away and the only thing that was real was the image of Annabelle behind her closed eyelids. The tension built further. Was the blonde close to a climax? She was. The hot flush of an orgasm was already building between her legs. This was Annabelle's vibrator. She had fucked herself with it and had given it to Beth so that she could do the same. It gave a bizarre feeling of solidarity. Beth's imagination was playing tricks as Annabelle and her own moans built further. It was her body laying between the blonde's thighs... her hair that the blonde was gripping... her face that Annabelle was bucking her hips into... her mouth that was making her groan. Her body quivered as it pushed back into the bed. Close, so close... Annabelle's scream of release was like pressing her own detonator. As the tide ripped through her body she screamed her orgasm out loud enough so that the woman in the next room would know she'd been with her every step of the way. Maybe she already knew? *** Beth finds her sexual soul Luke's clothes from the night before remained scattered across the bedroom floor and Beth glanced at them one final time before leaving their room. Clearly he'd dressed in a hurry. He wasn't usually so messy and while she sympathised with his early morning start, she wasn't there to clean up after him. He could tidy them up on his return to the villa later that evening, assuming the men had somehow managed to rouse themselves in time for their day of golf. She drowsily recalled him getting ready while she was still dozing, but wild horses wouldn't have been enough to awaken her from her much needed sleep. A couple of hours and a shower later, she was ready to face the world. After last night, she was trembling in anticipation at way lay ahead. It was as if using Annabelle's vibrator had released something inside her. She was a free spirit, right? Then why wear her white cotton blouse over her bikini top? With three buttons fastened, she had the stupid idea that it gave her some protection. But from what? Making her way down the tiled stairs, only the soft sound of background music emanating from the kitchen area suggested the villa was inhabited. No men, she unaccountably found herself whispering to herself. Please let it not be the men... Lighting a Flame Ch. 02 "Morning sleepyhead," Annabelle greeted her as she peeked her head around the door. Beth's sigh of relief was almost palpable. It immediately turned to exquisite apprehension. Could her heart really beat that fast and not do any permanent damage? Seated at the breakfast bar, the blonde was topless. Her tanned swells thrust out proudly, capped by delicious nipples that stood proud and erect. Another sigh followed the first but this one was different. It was sexual. Was she really thinking such things? Delicious nipples? "No men around..." Annabelle grinned by way of explanation, holding her hands out wide so that she was all breasts. The shiver of arousal made its way through Beth's body lodged itself in her moist sex. Thoughts spilt through her head that shouldn't be there. They intensified when the blonde slipped from her seat and poured two glasses of orange juice. The tiny triangular strip of material that passed for a cream bikini thong left nothing to the imagination. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the round globes of her fantastic ass. "They made it away for their golf?" she bashfully asked as Annabelle handed her the glass and swayed those tempting buttocks back to her seat. She could hear the croak in her voice, but maybe if they started to chat she could get her thoughts back on an even keel. "Yes, I managed to wake Roger on time and send him on his way." Beth nodded, taking a long drink of juice. That was better. "You didn't hear him banging on your door?" "He did?" The blonde grinned. "He was banging on someone's door. Maybe it was Harry's? Anyway, they were late leaving, but after all their drink last night I'd say just getting out of bed was quite an achievement." "Luke didn't make it to bed..."Beth laughed nervously. Why had she said that? Did she want to talk about what had happened? "No?" "He slept in the chair." "So, you had that big bed all to yourself?" Beth took a step back, feeling better for having the support of the cool counter surface behind her. Her legs felt weak, it felt. She felt like a moth being drawn to a flame. They were close to having a conversation that she wanted and yet was afraid to expose herself to. "You used it?" There it was, out in the open. There was no ambiguity now. Beth put down the glass and clutched the counter edges behind her. Bracing herself. The flood of emotion that swept over her was all sexual. Before answering, another thought occurred to her. "Where's Em?" "She's gone to the resort reception to book some beauty treatment for this afternoon." Annabelle's eyes found hers and held them. "My treat. I thought it would give us some much needed time alone..." Beth's grip tightened on the marble counter behind her. "Yes... I used it." Annabelle purred. It was a throaty, sexy sound. She pushed herself up off the stool and offered her body to Beth's gaze as she finished her juice. "I heard you cum last night. But then that was the point, wasn't it? We heard one another. It was exciting, yes?" From the way Beth's body was reacting, she realised the words were having the desired effect. She watched Annabelle as she sauntered towards her—the blonde reminded her of an animal approaching its prey. Was that what she was? "Yes," she confessed. "It was exciting." "Ready for some more excitement?" The question hung heavy in the air between them. Beth wasn't even sure it was a question—it sounded more like a statement of intent. Annabelle had reached her now, standing close enough to touch. Thank God for the counter supporting her body behind her. "Well?" the blonde woman huskily asked, raising her hand. She stroked the back of her fingers across Beth's cheek, tracing little circles around the blush that was rapidly forming. Her body pinned the brunette's against the counter. "Want to kiss me?" Beth swallowed hard at the invitation. The intoxicating aroma of that Alicia Stiles perfume filled her nostrils and it added to the heady feeling of arousal coursing through her. Those glossy pink lips remained a fraction away from hers, as if Annabelle was giving her a choice. It's up to you, she was saying. Both knew the outcome was inevitable... Beth nervously nudged forward so that their gently lips brushed. Annabelle's felt soft and tender, just like they had at the fancy dress party. Everything was in slow motion. It seemed that the sexy blonde was allowing her to take the initiative and she wondered if Annabelle could feel the way her body was shaking in anticipation. Recalling the seductive way the woman had kissed her at the party, she followed suit. It felt so incredibly hot to run her tongue across the contours of those glossy lips, as if she was the one doing the seducing. When the pink lips opened slowly opened to allow Beth's tongue access to her mouth, she eagerly accepted the invitation and licked her way inside. The kiss was much softer than she'd experienced with any man. Did women do everything better? She wickedly found herself hoping so and the thought saw her tilt Annabelle's face to allow her to make better contact. She angled the blonde's head higher and soon tenderness was replaced by passion and urgency. "Well, well," Annabelle breathed into her mouth as they eventually came up for air. "It seems I've unleashed the animal in you. I thought women weren't your thing?" Beth paused for a second, bristling at the words. As much as she wanted—needed—this, maybe it was all happening too quickly? Maybe she needed time to think? It was as if Annabelle had read her thoughts—but then the blonde always seemed to be one step ahead. Her hand found the back of Beth's hair, wrapping strand after strand of the silken brown locks around her fingers as she pulled her into another kiss. Despite her doubts, the brunette didn't resist. Her mouth devoured the lips that Annabelle presented to her. Control was passing from one to the other. She felt like she'd had passed some sort of test and now she was going to receive her reward. Dropping her fingertips to her friend's thong covered ass, she widened her legs to accommodate Annabelle's grinding body. "Good girl," the blonde whispered, dropping her lips to Beth's bare neck. Beth gasped with each long, slow, sexy lick. Her hands dug more firmly into the toned, hard buttocks. Oh God—that tongue was taking her to heaven and if those hips didn't stop grinding into her then she'd... Annabelle's hand interrupted the thought. It yanked Beth's head back so that the blonde could stare into her gleaming eyes. If there was any pain, it was instantly forgotten as the woman's rough touch enhanced the bubbling arousal in her body. She felt like a pet being taught a lesson of obedience by its master and even that notion found its way to her sex. Then one of Annabelle's hands was unbuttoning her blouse, while the other playfully tugged her brown hair for effect each time another button was undone. Dragging the white garment down her back, the blonde left it around her wrists as if her hands were being secured to the counter behind her. The feeling of submission sent shivers through her, yet was nothing compared to the sensation when Annabelle yanked her bikini top upwards and closed those sexy pink lips around her dark nipple. Only a female could know how to suckle another woman so perfectly. She moved from one to the other, applying just the right amount of suction. "This is for you," Annabelle told her, briefly slurping off her breast. "Then it's my turn..." As the words hit home, Beth felt the sexy fingers slithering down her stomach. They paused for a second, but only to work their way inside the top of her thong. Was she really this close to an orgasm even before Annabelle touched her wet sex? "Want it?" the hot woman breathed upwards as her fingers caressed along the ridge of her tight labia. "Tell me..." "Yes," Beth gasped, thrusting her hips forward. "Please!" "Please what?" Annabelle whispered the question. Her mouth gently bit down on one nipple and then moved to the other. Her fingers circled Beth's clit without touching it... Beth grunted. This was driving her mad. One caress and she'd be there. "Please," she whimpered, thrusting her hips towards the pleasuring hand. Her voice had that desperate edge that comes with extreme arousal. "Please," she repeated, running her fingers through the woman's soft blonde locks. "Please make me cum..." When Annabelle pulled away, leaving her so close, she almost screamed out in frustration. "No—" she began to plead, but the hands on her hips saw the words choke in her mouth. Realisation hit her. "The counter," Annabelle told her, dragging the white blouse away and pulling her body upwards. Beth gasped as she pushed her bottom up onto the cold surface. This wasn't going to happen, was it? Her breath caught in her throat as she perched on the edge of the counter. Like a drowning man whose whole passes before him, she instantly recalled every sexy incident since meeting Annabelle at the barbeque. She knew that everything had been designed with her seduction in mind, but somehow that only made the moment hotter... Pulling one trembling leg up and setting the sole of her foot on the surface, she willingly and eagerly offered herself to the sexy blonde. Annabelle's eyes glanced upwards and she nodded her head. It was as if both women were acknowledging that the chase had come to an end. The sexy blonde's eyes held Beth's as she leant between her wonderfully spread thighs. She loved this moment of lewd capitulation almost as much as she was going to enjoy the young woman returning the favour. That would happen soon enough... Beth shuddered at the first lap of that tongue over her needy clit. When she felt the teasing touch a second and third time, the tide was so overwhelming there was no way she could hold back. She bucked her hips and screamed. "So quick," Annabelle softly murmured, licking at the tasty juices until she felt her conquest's body begin to relax. She lapped faster, changing the pace. "Want another?" Beth's body fell back on the counter and she widened her legs. Both hands went to her head, grabbing her wavy hair. Oh fuck! She wanted everything this woman could give her. Annabelle had her legs now, pulling them over her tanned shoulders. Half her body was lifted off the counter as her upper back took her weight. Her tormentor had planted her beautiful head deeper between her legs and was circling her clit with her tongue. This was a woman doing this to her and it felt exquisite... Her head shook violently from side to side as she was brought to the boil again. Her hands fell to her breasts. Could her nipples get any harder? Even in such an awkward position she was able to hump upwards into the pleasuring face and when Annabelle slid two fingers inside her, she knew a second pulsating climax was imminent. "Yes," she found herself grunting, over and over again. Practically bent over double, she pushed up onto her elbows so that she could watch Annabelle take her over the line. The woman was playing her like a Stradivarius. Every touch was designed to maximise her pleasure and the perspiration on the outside of her head mixed with the dizziness inside it. When Annabelle licked faster, the lapping sound and hot feel of her lips and tongue were like an aphrodisiac. "Oh fuck.... ohfuckohfuckohfuck..." The orgasms Tameka had given her were among the best of her life... but this was right up there with them. She knew with a certainty that she wanted more of this new world. *** How long had she dozed on the lounger? Escaping poolside seemed the best option when Emily had suddenly returned home. The quick thinking Annabelle had kept her talking while Beth had quickly refreshed herself. She'd immediately headed outside, reasoning that a spot of sunbathing would avoid any embarrassing questions her flustered demeanour might bring. "I thought it was just men who fell asleep after sex?" an amused voice from her left asked. Beth turned to see that Annabelle had twisted in her lounger as she spoke, shielding her eyes despite the shades. "Don't worry, Emily's gone for her beauty treatment," she added as Beth's soulful brown eyes flickered to the empty lounger beyond her. "We're alone." The brunette took a deep breath to shake off her nerves. "Did she ask—?" "Not a thing. She has no idea." Beth breathed a sigh of relief. There'd be time later to consider the implications, but right now she didn't want to have to think too hard. Struggling up onto her elbows, she wondered why her breasts were bare. Had she removed her top before falling asleep? "How are you feeling?" The brunette wrinkled her nose as she thought. It was a good question. How was she feeling? Surely the thrill still running through her body shouldn't be there, should it? She should be wracked with pangs of guilt. What would Luke think if he knew? He never would. She'd never look twice at another man but another woman was different. It astonished her easily she accepted that now. And with that acceptance came an intense desire to sample the forbidden fruit. Annabelle had said it was her turn soon... "Relaxed..." she eventually responded, smiling bashfully at her companion. Annabelle nodded in satisfaction and she swung her body up into a cross legged position. She tied her blonde hair back into a pony tail. "And horny?" Beth nodded shyly. The deeply tanned swells swayed provocatively as Annabelle fixed her hair and she didn't even pretend to avert her eyes. Thoughts of pleasuring those breasts found their way to her sex and there was no longer any need to hide that fact. She idly wondered if her friend would enjoy the same things she did... The way she'd chewed on her nipples in the kitchen suggested she would. Annabelle raised her sunglasses above her eyes to look directly at her. "That's how my first girlfriend used to describe herself. Relaxed and horny..." "What was her name?" "Christy." "When did you first..." She tailed off. "Fuck?" Beth laughed. It felt much better to have things out in the open. "Yes... well... yes..." "I shared a room with Christy at University. She was a hot little thing and made clear what she wanted from the outset. Didn't say anything, of course, but a girl knows, doesn't she?" Beth nodded. She'd learned a lot in recent weeks. When other women looked at her, she was becoming more aware of when it was platonic interest or something more... "She was always wandering around undressed, letting me see those superb tits. And she'd put an extra swish in her hips whenever I was near. I'd never been with another girl before but I'd always wondered. One night when I came back to the room she was lying naked on her bed, masturbating. I'm sure she timed it perfectly, hearing me heading along the corridor. I'd had a few drinks and so I offered to help her. One thing led to another..." "And afterwards?" "Afterwards?" "How did you feel? Guilt? Confusion?" Annabelle reached down and picked up the suntan lotion. She shook the yellow bottle between her fingers as she laughed. "I was so guilty and confused we fucked each other's brains out all that term..." Beth felt the heat rising in her body. Annabelle did mind-fucks so perfectly. "And then I moved onto my next woman. Rachal. I'd had my eye on her for a while she didn't see it coming. That hot bitch was a real screamer when she came and girl, did I make her cum. By the time I'd finished with her, she was turned forever..." "Turned forever?" Beth adjusted her sunglasses. Maybe that would prevent Annabelle from reading her expression? "Is that what you're trying to do with me? Turn me forever?" The blonde's pink lips curled into a large smile beneath her dark shades. "Is that what you'd like? For me to turn you?" "I'm married," came the unconvincingly reply. "That makes no difference," Annabelle persuasively continued, tossing the suntan lotion across to Beth. "All of my bi friends are married. It's much better that way." "Better?" "Oh, yes." She pulled free the tie at one side of her skimpy bottoms. "It gives them the best of both worlds. Wouldn't you like that?" Beth's breath turned heavier. For once, she was speechless. Her eyes followed Annabelle's movements as she deftly untied the other side and dragged the tiny thong away. With a theatrical flourish, she threw it behind her and settled back. Hands above her head, she stretched her naked body across the length of the lounger. "Like what you see?" she huskily asked. Beth nodded. There would be no more game playing. "You have an incredible body." "Thank you." Annabelle's eyes grinned sex. They fed Beth's arousal. Bending a foot up onto one side of the lounger, she let her other leg dangle over the opposite side. She raised her hips in invitation. "It's about time you sampled it, don't you think?" The brunette didn't need any further encouragement. She slid sexily from her seat, almost tripping in her haste to reach the lounger next to her. She'd wanted this for longer than she cared to admit. Her heart was skipping every other beat as she began to lower her head, but Annabelle's foot stopped her. She rested it on the top of Beth's head. "Be careful," she sexily whispered. "Once you've had a taste, it will be like lighting a flame..." Neither woman spoke, except through their eyes. Then the foot on top of Beth's dark hair began to sexily move, sending out a message as it stroked around the brunette's face and lips. Beth moaned softly with each gentle caress and then took the big toe inside her mouth. She sucked on it like a hard cock as the two lover's gaze remained fixed on one another. No other confirmation was necessary. Annabelle's eyes narrowed in pleasure as she gently removed her foot and curled it around her conquest's neck and drew her to the Promised Land. Beth's wet tongue tentatively licked along the inside of one shapely leg and then the other. A month ago she'd never have believed such a thing possible and yet now she needed it like a drug. There wasn't the slightest doubt her newfound sexual desires had been orchestrated by the woman she was about to pleasure, but that only enhanced her arousal. She ran her lips along the entire length of the baby smooth flesh. The incredibly soft texture of her labia was intoxicating and she ran her licking tongue across her lips to better savour the sexy blonde's juices. The taste sent little shock waves of arousal through her body. "Oh yes, verrrry good. Just like that..." The encouragement poured more oil on the flames. She gripped the woman's ankles so that she could ease her long legs further apart. Staring up past her flat stomach and full breasts, she smiled into the blonde's face. "Sexy little bitch," Annabelle mumbled. The way her dark blue-hazel eyes clouded told Beth she was doing everything just right. She licked her again, resisting the urge to hurry. She eventually wanted—needed—Annabelle to cum on her lips but for now she was fully focused on the journey and not the destination. Working by instinct, she combined the things she enjoyed best with those that brought the most reaction from the grunting woman under her control. Time floated away as she lost herself. Only the feel and taste mattered, and the low moans that had gradually increased in intensity. She loved those moans, and the way Annabelle's fingers had found their way to her hair, digging in more tightly as she began to peak. "Fingers," she eventually told her lover, humping upwards into Beth's mouth. She needed to cum. "Use your fingers now. Please..." The brunette obeyed instantly. The way she could so easily curl two fingers into the tasty sex and yet still have her tongue concentrate on the throbbing clit inflamed her. She dropped a hand down inside her own thong while she concentrated on taking Annabelle to her nirvana. Lighting a Flame Ch. 02 "Yes... like that..." the panting woman groaned, pressing the soles of her feet into the lounger. Beth sucked the clit back into her mouth, circling it with her tongue. "Fuck... like that... just like that..." She chewed on it with her lips. "Oh fuck. I'm going to cum... you're going to make me—" She arched her back away from the lounger as she peaked, breasts out, the hands in her lover's hair clutching her close as if she'd drown if she let go. Her orgasmic cries were exactly the same as Beth had heard through the bedroom wall last night. As she spent, Beth drank in the juices like she was devouring a fine wine. Maybe now they could go to her bedroom? *** Epilogue The party at the Mantle's was exactly a month after they'd returned from Spain. Beth wandered happily around the large gardens, sending the occasional smile across in Luke's direction as he chatted enthusiastically to Roger and Harry. Thank goodness the Smithson case was on its last legs. Her relationship with her husband could get back to some sort of normality. It had been a strange four weeks since her encounter with Annabelle. Her sexy friend had been right—their experience together had been like lighting a flame inside her. Resisting the opportunity for a repeat performance since then had been exceptionally difficult, but Beth was well aware that if she gave in again once, she'd be on a slippery slope to who knew where. She loved Luke too much to allow that to happen. And yet every day seemed to bring a different thought, a new temptation to resist. Annabelle understood her feelings, but that hadn't prevented her sexy blonde lover from continually dropping little suggestions in her ear. God, how many times had she masturbated to give herself relief, rather than giving in? She'd even passed on another opportunity to visit Tameka, and that invitation had taken some resisting! Her body still tingled when she thought of what might be... But gradually she'd built more strength inside herself. She was a married woman, she loved her husband, and nothing could be allowed to get in the way of that. Then why had she veered to her left at the end of the long path, towards the redheaded woman standing on her own. "Penny for them?" It was the heavy cleavage on display that had attracted Beth's interest—that and the stunning face. She was a little plumper than the women the brunette usually found attractive, but there was something about this woman that intrigued. It couldn't do any harm to strike up a platonic conversion with her, could it? The woman looked startled as she turned. "I'm sorry?" "You were lost in thought," Beth smiled, finding herself beating a little faster. The whole situation felt like déjà vu. The redhead laughed. "I was just people watching." "I enjoy doing that, too," Beth said, handing her one of the two glasses of wine she'd carried over. "You looked in need of a refill." The woman's cute eyebrows went up. "You noticed?" She grinned. "Of course I did. We're kindred spirits..." "We are?" Beth ran the back of her fingers across the top of her own cleavage and then nodded at the woman's breasts. "Is there anyone else here showing as much flesh as you and I?" The redhead blushed slightly and then began to laugh. "I guess not." "Exactly! I'm Beth by the way..." THE END