Free Distractions by Natasha Walker Page B

and get lost in the wonders of her tongue. For an hour or so. This was rushed. Hot. Rush. Out on the balcony she was so tense. Excited, true, but rigidly so. She didn’t think she could enjoy her friend’s talented tongue here.
    Emma took gentle teasing bites of Sally’s soft inner thigh even though Sally’s scent was intoxicating, drug-like, hypnotising, calling her tongue forward. She fought the temptation. Making dear Sal wait was far more fun.
    Emma’s bites were moist, hot and luscious, her lips pressed, massaging the skin. Kissing down below her pussy, too. Licking the juices, thenrising from these depths, up the incredibly soft thigh and over onto the naked mound.
    Sally was distraught. She still couldn’t see the boys and she felt they might appear at any moment. Emma’s teasing was almost enough for her to reach some weird kind of climax. She felt her hips shuddering. The heightened state she was in was new. She was beside herself with worry about the boys and she was being teased by a woman’s tongue and exposed to the world. She couldn’t stop Emma, she couldn’t, the promise was too great.
    Emma raised her face and saw that Sally was sitting stiffly, so she lifted Sally’s right leg and flung it over the arm of the chair. She leant back and looked at the pose in which she’d placed her friend. Then Emma grabbed the other leg and flung that over the other arm. Sally sat spread wide for her lover. Emma smiled at Sally’s worried expression and pushed her back in the chair. Sally’s view of the beach was hindered by being so low. She raised her head and Emma pushed her back again. Emma was crouching now, her butt resting on her heels, hands flat on the wooden floor, knees well spread.
    ‘I can’t see the beach, Emma,’ Sally said, bottom lip protruding as it might have done when shewas a child denied an ice cream. ‘Can you see the boys?’
    Emma shook her head. She was too busy observing Sally, who was just the most beautiful woman in the world, she concluded. Such beauty seated in such a wanton manner, it was scandalous. The blonde hair and pure eyes, the fine nose and the virgin’s lips, the hands that had never experienced a day of work, feet too perfect, too unblemished to have been used for walking. The spread legs finishing the portrait. Emma’s eyes roamed decadently over Sally’s entire form again and again. Watching Sally’s eyes widen as Emma moved her own hand between her legs and started rubbing herself under her bikini. She moved the bikini aside so that Sally might watch.
    Sally could not help but watch. The fingers began to press against Emma’s clitoris and circle slowly. Sally echoed Emma’s movement, feeling extraordinarily decadent doing so, as she too began to masturbate. The fine fingers and well-manicured nails on each of the women’s hands held the other transfixed. Soon these fingers were glistening as each woman slid her fingers through wet lips, then pressed them inside, only to return again to her clit.

    Daytime sanity. Warm breeze sensuality. Sounds of children playing. Salty air. Husbands soon to return. Sally began to moan. This was enough to trigger Emma’s orgasm. She came loudly and obscenely. Sally was somewhat shocked by her friend coming so quickly.
    Emma loved her little orgasm. The orgasm almost toppled her over. It was strange trying to keep balanced and coming at once. But now she gave it no further thought and leant forward on her hands and knees. Sally removed her fingers from herself as Emma, once again, brought her warm breath close.
    Sally closed her eyes. The hot breath on her clit caused her to shudder. She was pleased with her position. She had loved the way Emma had looked at her. She could feel her lust. Sally felt very, very sexy sitting spread wide as she was. So naughty. So very naughty. She couldn’t remember having ever sat so crudely. Especially outside in broad daylight. Now that the neighbours had arrived their balcony seemed a very