Her tits were small and round, high-set, like fresh-budded apples. They were capped by dark nipples, perfectly round, about the size of a dime. Pam stroked the bra cups, felt the hard little points of those dark nipples erect against her fingers. She'd never touched another woman's breasts before and it sent a special kind of thrill up and down her body to know that she had made those nipples harden so swiftly, so eagerly. They were stiff and rubbery where her fingers caressed, and she couldn't stop herself from leaning in and kissing the nylon bra and the trembling treasures inside it. Her lips closed upon a nipple and she sucked for a moment, tasting cloth and flesh simultaneously. By the time she moved to the other tit, she was tasting much more flesh than cloth, and the nylon was wet with her warm drool.
"Take it off," Ms. Hagen said, and Pam obediently stopped sucking. She tugged the cups free and helped Ms. Hagen pull the bra over her uplifted arms, and then she covered the naked titties with her warm, eager hands. They fluttered like frightened birds in her grasp and she looked at Ms. Hagen's eyes and saw the hard green jade melting into a liquid softness, like the shimmering surface of a woodland pool.
Pam felt herself sinking into that pool and she made no effort to break free of the spell. Yesterday this had been no more than a passing fancy, but today it was happening and she really didn't want it to stop. Anyway – how many chances did she get to try something absolutely new, yet enticingly enjoyable, and be paid for it in the bargain? Her other tricks were one thing – the frills might be a little kinky now and then, but basically she did, with her afternoon customers, only the things she'd been doing for years with plenty of other men. This was something else altogether, something for which she had no comparison. Yet. Her life as a part time call girl had finally led her into a really adventurous encounter and she wanted to milk it for ail the adventure she could derive.
She kissed Ms. Hagen, but quickly, as if she were half afraid of catching a germ from the other woman's lips, and it was a saucy, effective gesture. Ms. Hagen opened her mouth and tried to suck Pam in, but the older woman wasn't reacting fast enough, for Pam's lips had already dropped south, fastening for a moment on Ms. Hagen's sharp, firm chin. She gnawed softly but tellingly, heard Ms. Hagen moan, and her hands twisted with a gentle insistence on Ms. Hagen's small, hard tits. The hard nipples were like little burning coals in her palms and she crushed the upstanding tips with a passionate delight.
Pam stooped, unhanding the tits only to make them available to her lips. She opened wide, sucked in the end of a breast, and made her tongue swirl wildly around the thoroughly aroused nipple. Her mouth was full of saliva and it flowed onto Ms. Hagen's flesh.
She released the tit she'd been fucking, kissing her way through the wide flat vale of cleavage, and up the round rising curve of the other breast, leaving bright smears of lipstick on her way. It was only fair. Ms. Hagen had left lipstick all over Pam's neck, face, breasts and belly. She'd seen the smears when she undressed, and they excited her nearly as much as her own lipstick traces on the other woman's skin excited her now. Pam opened up again and sucked furiously on Ms. Hagen's right breast, pulling the nipple with her teeth until it seemed to stretch like putty.
Pam looked up, amid the circle of red kisses she was planting around Ms. Hagen's navel, right onto the heaving flat belly, and she said, "I really don't know what I'm supposed to do with you, or for you, or to you, or whatever."
"The hell you don't," Ms. Hagen panted, guiding Pam's hands to the waistband of her low-riding bikini pants.
"Mmmmm," Pam cooed, hooking her thumbs in the panties and tugging them slowly down. As she pulled, she pressed her lips to Ms. Hagen's abdomen and kissed each tantalizingly revealed inch of skin as the panties slid lower, until her lips were suddenly tickled by a fluffy bush of russet pubic hair that seemed to blossom like a sudden-blooming orchid.
Ms. Hagen shook her ass and thighs, and the panties fell to her knees. She grabbed Pam's head and steered it into her crotch, and she cried, "Now, now, for God's sake, eat me!"
Pam looked at Ms. Hagen's cunt, the first pussy she'd ever seen so breathtakingly close, and she found it a lovely sight indeed. There was an artistic perfection to this snatch, she decided, a ripe, fruit like swelling nestled between the upper thighs, split exactly in the center by a delicate-looking gash that the fluff of beaver couldn't conceal. In that gash, the inner lips were slightly visible, peeking forth modestly between the puffy outer flanges. She kissed the top of that slice, felt her lips meeting a trickle of moisture, already beginning to flow from inside, and the taste was exquisite. Her tongue shot forth, ran up and down Ms. Hagen's slit, and she licked up more of that trickling ooze of juice, licking it till her taste buds quivered in delight.
"Yes," Ms. Hagen moaned from above, still holding Pam's head, "I – oh, do it, damn you, don't make me wait!"
Pam had no intention of making anyone wait, least of all herself. She put her fingers on the symmetrically cut lips, opened them, and nuzzled with her lips the emerging inner labia. They were slick and wet, and they seemed to open of their own volition when her mouth brushed them. She felt the hard bump of Ms. Hagen's erected clit, firm and hot against her lips, and there was a moment of delicious tickling on the rim of Pamela's mouth. She sucked in her breath, felt Ms. Hagen shiver against her, and then Pam stuck out her tongue, stabbed it into Ms. Hagen, probing as deeply as she could manage, right up the hot, wet sex tube itself. The muscles near the opening began to ripple and contract around her prodding tongue and Pam knew for the very first time how a man must feel, thrusting his cock up a responsive twat. She loved the knowledge.
"Pretty, pretty," she murmured into the pussy as she nuzzled it, and the vibration of her soft-spoken words made a fresh ooze of dew leak from Ms. Hagen's hole. Pam lapped at it with her frisky tongue, scooping inside to pick up more. The cuntal mouth dilated as she attacked it, and it winked open, pulling Pam back inside, treating her to the same kind of agitated rippling she'd felt so delightfully before.
"You know what you're doing," Ms. Hagen groaned, wrapping her hot hands around Pam's moving head. "And you had the nerve to tell me this was your first time."
Maybe Pam knew what she was doing, and maybe she was doing it just right, but if she'd felt like stopping she'd have explained that this really was her first time with another woman, that she was allowing her instincts, and her instincts alone, to guide her. However, she reflected, actions spoke much louder than words, and she decided to let action have its full rein.
Still holding the cuntal slice open with her fingers, she began to lick up and down, licking hungrily everything from clit to pussy mouth, dipping her tongue in wherever she could find a hole or a fold or a tiny crevice that seemed in need of lingering mouth work.
"Let me – let me lie down," Ms. Hagen called from above. "I can't stand up much longer – not if you're going to – going to – oh, Jesus…"
Still mouthing pussy, sucking and kissing and licking as if she'd been doing it all her life and not for merely the past five minutes, Pam guided Ms. Hagen back toward the bed. Fortunately, it wasn't far, and in just a moment the older woman bumped against the edge of the mattress and fell back, her ass coming to rest upon the waiting bed.
Pam unglued her mouth from Ms. Hagen's snatch reluctantly, and she hurriedly removed the woman's panties and shoes. There! That was a lot better! Now Ms. Hagen's legs were free, and they could be spread so widely that the delicious twat sliced open of its own accord. "Slide back," she commanded. "Make same room for me." Legs parted, cunt gashed open, Ms. Hagen sidled over and Pam crawled onto the bed too.