Free Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne Page B
Authors: Tabitha Rayne
the water. Deborah gasped but stayed still, allowing the other woman to explore her voluptuous mounds, kneading and squeezing, teasing her nipples with her thumbs, all the while staring at what she was doing.
Hazel was the only person other than Marcus who had felt up her tits. Her whole body was tingling with desperate excitement and she parted her legs further, fighting her guilt with desire. She closed her eyes and swayed to the rhythm of Hazel’s teasing caresses and the wash of water that undulated and steadily flowed around and past them.
“Just tell him that’s what you want,” Hazel cooed again, her voice like a silken asp winding its way into Deborah’s consciousness. Her fingers were kneading up into her armpits. It was a delicious new sensation; the flesh there, all but ignored usually, became deeply sensual and erogenous. The soapy hands worked this forgotten place around and around, and Deborah closed her eyes, feeling hypnotized by touch.
“I can’t. I don’t know how to tell him,” Deborah whispered as Hazel worked back toward her nipples then softly down to her belly and ass, pulling her in until their breasts touched. Deborah opened her eyes and felt shock flood through her. What had just happened? Hazel was now massaging her buttocks, slipping her slender fingers down underneath her and squeezing. The older woman’s eyes were closed and she leaned in, taking Deborah’s lips in hers. Deborah hesitated and Hazel suddenly pulled away.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Hazel looked concerned. “I didn’t realize you were practisers.” Practiser was the term for those who lived in a monogamous relationship. “It’s so rare these days.” She smiled with genuine fascination, washing the soap from Deborah’s breasts in an efficient way that shattered the spell. Deborah was pleased and disappointed at the same time. She had felt like she was cheating, but it had also felt so good. Her pussy still burned with unused desire and her cheeks were hot.
“So how do I tell him?” Deborah was reaching out to Hazel now; she didn’t want their closeness to just evaporate. “I want what you’ve got.”
“Why can’t you tell him? Surely you’re not shy?”
“No, I’m not shy. It’s just...what if he doesn’t want to?”
Hazel smiled. “What happened when you were watching Birch and I? What did Thorn do?”
Deborah took up the smile as she remembered. “He threw me to the ground and fucked me ’til we soaked the earth.”
Hazel threw her head back and breathed in through her nose, her nipples stiffening in obvious response to Deborah’s statement. Suddenly, her head snapped forward and she searched Deborah’s face. “I think I have an idea. You’re a natural submissive, so you can’t even voice your needs. If you can trust me, I will try something that might work.”
Deborah looked around at the Eden surrounding her and then into the woman’s eyes. Her desire and need had been preoccupying her since she’d first set eyes on Hazel tied spread-eagle between the trees. She knew she needed it. It consumed her.
“I trust you.” Lowering her gaze, she assumed a calm, submissive pose even though her heart rammed out its beat in her ribcage and her blood raced through her skull.
“Good. Follow me.” Hazel waded to the water’s edge, then strode elegantly out.
Deborah followed, trembling and clumsy with apprehension and excitement. Hazel pulled her kaftan on and thrust the ball of Deborah’s clothing roughly into her arms, motioning her to follow without getting dressed. Deborah felt very exposed and huddled the soft bundle of fabric against her, trying to cover her nakedness while Hazel strode ahead, letting branches and twigs swing back into Deborah’s face and arms.
“Hurry up.” Hazel’s voice was hard and stern, and Deborah knew something had shifted. She also knew beyond any doubt that she was about to get what she wanted. This both terrified and exalted her, and she followed
Hazel was the only person other than Marcus who had felt up her tits. Her whole body was tingling with desperate excitement and she parted her legs further, fighting her guilt with desire. She closed her eyes and swayed to the rhythm of Hazel’s teasing caresses and the wash of water that undulated and steadily flowed around and past them.
“Just tell him that’s what you want,” Hazel cooed again, her voice like a silken asp winding its way into Deborah’s consciousness. Her fingers were kneading up into her armpits. It was a delicious new sensation; the flesh there, all but ignored usually, became deeply sensual and erogenous. The soapy hands worked this forgotten place around and around, and Deborah closed her eyes, feeling hypnotized by touch.
“I can’t. I don’t know how to tell him,” Deborah whispered as Hazel worked back toward her nipples then softly down to her belly and ass, pulling her in until their breasts touched. Deborah opened her eyes and felt shock flood through her. What had just happened? Hazel was now massaging her buttocks, slipping her slender fingers down underneath her and squeezing. The older woman’s eyes were closed and she leaned in, taking Deborah’s lips in hers. Deborah hesitated and Hazel suddenly pulled away.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Hazel looked concerned. “I didn’t realize you were practisers.” Practiser was the term for those who lived in a monogamous relationship. “It’s so rare these days.” She smiled with genuine fascination, washing the soap from Deborah’s breasts in an efficient way that shattered the spell. Deborah was pleased and disappointed at the same time. She had felt like she was cheating, but it had also felt so good. Her pussy still burned with unused desire and her cheeks were hot.
“So how do I tell him?” Deborah was reaching out to Hazel now; she didn’t want their closeness to just evaporate. “I want what you’ve got.”
“Why can’t you tell him? Surely you’re not shy?”
“No, I’m not shy. It’s just...what if he doesn’t want to?”
Hazel smiled. “What happened when you were watching Birch and I? What did Thorn do?”
Deborah took up the smile as she remembered. “He threw me to the ground and fucked me ’til we soaked the earth.”
Hazel threw her head back and breathed in through her nose, her nipples stiffening in obvious response to Deborah’s statement. Suddenly, her head snapped forward and she searched Deborah’s face. “I think I have an idea. You’re a natural submissive, so you can’t even voice your needs. If you can trust me, I will try something that might work.”
Deborah looked around at the Eden surrounding her and then into the woman’s eyes. Her desire and need had been preoccupying her since she’d first set eyes on Hazel tied spread-eagle between the trees. She knew she needed it. It consumed her.
“I trust you.” Lowering her gaze, she assumed a calm, submissive pose even though her heart rammed out its beat in her ribcage and her blood raced through her skull.
“Good. Follow me.” Hazel waded to the water’s edge, then strode elegantly out.
Deborah followed, trembling and clumsy with apprehension and excitement. Hazel pulled her kaftan on and thrust the ball of Deborah’s clothing roughly into her arms, motioning her to follow without getting dressed. Deborah felt very exposed and huddled the soft bundle of fabric against her, trying to cover her nakedness while Hazel strode ahead, letting branches and twigs swing back into Deborah’s face and arms.
“Hurry up.” Hazel’s voice was hard and stern, and Deborah knew something had shifted. She also knew beyond any doubt that she was about to get what she wanted. This both terrified and exalted her, and she followed