Seductive Takeover Ch. 03

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!

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The butterflies that had started gently fluttering in my stomach on the way down the elevator were multiplying as I stood looking out the glass windows in the lobby of my apartment complex. As I watched for Tawny, part of me was convinced she just wouldn't show. Why would such a beautiful young woman want to spend time with a woman in the latter half of her thirties? This was probably some prank.

Tawny was a waitress I'd met while tagging along with my niece to the bar just a few minutes walk from my apartment. She was smart and energetic and pretty. As a waitress, Tawny met and flirted with dozens of people every day, so why would I think that she would be interested in me?

'Stop it, Claire,' I told myself. You are a good-looking woman with a witty... well... a sometimes witty and fun personality! I had always been plagued with impostor syndrome, especially when it came to relationships. Looking back, that may have played a part in some of my previous failures. I hadn't felt I deserved them, and ended up sabotaging myself. Of course, there was also the complete lack of a spark in my last three relationships, all men, and now here I was about to go on an actual date with another woman!

The butterflies were having a dance party.

I was pulled from my spiralling thoughts when Tawny pulled up outside. She gave me a smile and a wave that mutated my butterflies into grasshoppers. Tawny's light-brown hair, which I had previously only seen in a ponytail at the bar, was down and resting on her shoulders.

She was here. For me.

I took a deep breath and left the building. My smile was genuine as I returned the wave and jogged out to hop into the passenger's seat of Tawny's car, a silver Honda Civic. She had on ankle boots, a tight pair of jeans, and a gray sleeveless crop top that hugged her upper body like a second skin.

"You look amazing!" Tawny said as I settled into the seat.

I got a huge grin, genuinely flattered by her praise, then crossed my left leg over my right, letting the black miniskirt ride up a bit and giving her a good view of my bare thigh. It wasn't a conscious deliberation, I just did it. That was a little surprising, as I am not usually one to overtly tease, but seeing Tawny's eyes trace my leg gave me a naughty thrill.

"Thank you," I replied, accepting the compliment. "So do you."

I let my eyes wander down her form as well. That was deliberate. When my gaze returned to her face, she had a shy smirk and was tucking her hair behind her ear. Was she... nervous?

After an awkward moment of the two of us just looking at each other, Tawny put the car in gear and looked back at the road before pulling away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" I asked once we were on the road proper.

"Have you been to Central Station recently?" Tawny answered with her own question. "Since all the new developments were done?"

While still technically in the downtown area, Central Station was in the opposite direction from where I usually went between my apartment and work. It used to be the main hub for the large number of trains that used to go through the city. It hadn't hosted trains for decades and had been turned into a shopping mall at some point. Last time I was there, most of the shops were closed, and the place looked like it was going out of business, except for a nice seafood restaurant and a train museum that were still hanging on.

In the last couple of years, there had been a ton of construction in the area, so I completely avoided it. I had noticed that a Ferris wheel had recently been added, though. That was pretty hard to miss, and I had heard about them putting in an aquarium.

"I have not!" I responded with a smile. "I'm anxious to see what's been done!"

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It only took us about ten minutes to get there. I asked about how the bar was doing, and she asked me about my job, but we didn't have a lot of time to really settle into a conversation.

That changed as we were seated at the seafood restaurant. I kept talking about my work mainly because I didn't know what else to say, and Tawny just listened like it was the most interesting story ever. I knew it wasn't and finally tried to get her to talk about herself.

"This is boring even to me," I admitted. "Tell me about your work. I bet you have some great stories!"

"I might," Tawny chuckled, but didn't immediately volunteer anything.

"Well?" I prodded. "Tell me about something surprising."

"Hmm," she looked up momentarily in thought. "Okay," she said, looking back at me with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure there was this couple a few weeks ago humping in one of our booths."

Tawny said it like it was nothing, but my eyes flew open.

"Really? Just right out in the open?"

"Oh, they weren't being obvious, but I think that's why they were having fun with it," she began. "They were in one of the side booths, and the woman was straddling the guy's lap. She had on this miniskirt that I could tell was pulled up in the back." Tawny leaned closer across the table and lowered her voice. "When they thought no one was looking, they were both grinding and making some very... telling faces."

"Oh, my god!" I exclaimed in a whisper. "And you guys didn't throw them out?"

"They weren't bothering anyone. And I get it. Sometimes, the danger of getting caught can be a real turn-on. Haven't you ever had semi-public sex?" my date asked in an even lower voice.

At the same moment, I felt something touch the side of my calf. It rubbed gently up and down. I froze for a moment, then realized it was Tawny's foot. It was just a touch, but paired with her words, I was suddenly very conscious of the eyes around us.

'Play it cool, Claire,' I thought. Don't react and don't look around. Instead, I forced myself to relax, smiled sweetly, and called her bluff.

"Is that a question or a suggestion?" I answered, peering deep into her beautiful eyes.

Tawny got a huge grin and sat back up straight, removing her foot from my leg.

"Maybe we'll just have to see where the night takes us," she quipped.

I was saved from having to respond when the waiter approached with our drinks. The rest of the meal was spent chatting. At first, we were both a little stiff, but the more we talked, the more relaxed and friendly we became.

I've been on my share of first dates, and this one was going pretty well after some initial nerves had calmed down. I was captivated by her smile and her laugh, and was disappointed when the waiter approached toward the end of the meal.

"Will this be separate checks or together?" he asked.

In my head, he was asking, "Are you two friends or lesbians?" The thought was humorous, and I had to stifle a snicker. My attention was suddenly drawn, however, to the feathery touch of Tawny's pointer finger stroking my own across the table.

"One check," Tawny responded. She grinned seductively at me before looking back at the waiter.

A warm tingle radiated from my finger, progressing unhurriedly down to my sex. She had answered the waiter's spoken query as well as the one in my imagination quite definitively, and my body responded.

The waiter didn't react other than to hand Tawny a payment device. Curse the man! She had to stop touching me to take it and pay. I took a deep breath and reluctantly pulled my hand off the table.

"You didn't have to pay," I offered more as a courtesy.

My date cocked her head and looked at me as she handed the machine back to the waiter.

"I asked you out, so I pay. Those are the rules."

I was expecting that answer and was prepared.

"Then let me buy dessert," I said.

"I thought you were dessert," Tawny replied with a husky voice. Immediately, her eyes went wide, and she covered her face with her hands. "Oh, my god, I can't believe I said that out loud! I am SO sorry!"

After a moment of shock, a wave of mirth bubbled up, and I burst out laughing. My own hands flew to my mouth to muffle the giggles.

A few seconds later, I regained my composure and reached over to pull one of Tawny's hands from her still-covered face. Both hands came down to the table as I urged one away. Her face was bright red, and there was embarrassed fear in her eyes.

"I am so sorry," she repeated. "I'm just nervous and... and sometimes I say stupid things when..." Her voice trailed off.

I gave her my most reassuring look and squeezed her arm. Why was she getting nervous?

"Why are you nervous? I'm already nervous enough for the both of us," I admitted.

We both smiled and chuckled.

"I mean, you're this gorgeous, super successful business woman, and I'm a waitress!" Tawny continued.

Me, gorgeous? I was no troll, but I don't think anyone had ever called me 'gorgeous.' If she was flattering me just to get into my pants... it... would probably work.

"Me?" I retorted, letting my surprise show. "I hadn't considered being with a woman since college until the day I came to your bar."

"Really?" Tawny gave me a lopsided grin.

I hadn't lied, but I left out the part about how my niece had actually been the woman who lit that flame earlier in the day. It was also my niece who had written my number on the check, which had practically pushed me into her arms.

"Uh-huh," I nodded.

My date's nervousness melted away, and she rose quickly. She grabbed my hand, pulling me upright. The sudden movement surprised me, but soon we were walking briskly out of the restaurant hand-in-hand.

As we exited, we came out on the inside of the larger establishment. It looked like any 90s mall if the mall had been built in the 30s with nothing but bricks. It still had the feel of an old train station but with modern shops.

Most striking, however, was the view directly above us as a boy curved over our heads, hanging from a rail in a sturdy harness. A good portion of the second floor at this end of the station was filled with a rope course that was mostly in midair.

I felt a tug on my arm and realized I had slowed down to look up. Seeing my gaze, Tawny stopped and looked up as well.

"Pretty cool, huh?" she commented before pulling me forward again across the concourse. "Let's go!"

"Where are we going?"

She turned around, walking backwards, and pointed up with her other hand. "Up there!"

"Tawny, I..." I started, but then cut myself off. I didn't want to spoil the date or make her think I wasn't adventurous. 'It's perfectly safe,' I told myself as my eyes drifted back up to the maze of thin beams and other obstacles I couldn't quite comprehend from here.

A few minutes later, we were being handed substantial-looking harnesses that we would need to connect to a safety rail for the duration. It made me feel quite a bit safer just looking at the thing. I also had no idea where all those straps needed to go. Tawny, on the other hand, must have done this before. She was into her harness like she was pulling on a pair of overalls.

I tried to follow her motions, but just ended up getting myself tangled. The waitress sucked in her lips to keep from laughing but I saw her mirth at my predicament.

"May I...?" Tawny offered, gesturing to the tangle of straps.

I pulled my hands away and held them up to give her access. She had me step out, made some adjustments, then turned it and had me step into what must be the leg straps. In my already short skirt, the straps further pulled it up despite my attempts to pull it down as much as possible.

I kind of lost focus on my skirt when Tawny's fingers slid up my thigh along with the leg straps. I'm not even sure she realized what she was doing; she didn't seem to be trying to feel me up, but I felt the blood rush to my face nonetheless.

Oblivious to my reaction, she stood up and helped me get the shoulder straps positioned. Finally, the brunette pulled the two ends of a chest strap together just under my breasts. As she did, the back of her knuckles brushed against the underside of my breasts. This time, she knew exactly what she was doing, and her eyes flicked up to mine to see if I noticed. I raised one eyebrow and gave her a smirk.

There was a click as the buckle locked into place, and Tawny stepped back.

"Turn around, let me check the back," she suggested.

I turned facing away from her and could feel her eyes on my legs and rear.

"Very nice," she said just loud enough for me to hear. Then, louder, "I mean, yeah, that looks right."

My brows rose, and I almost laughed, but held it in. Instead, I whirled around and put my hands on my hips.

"Where you looking at my ass?" I accused with exaggerated indignation.

Tawny put on a tight-lipped grin and a hungry look.

"What if I was?" she shot back.

"Hm. I just wanted to make sure," I said flatly, no hint of accusation. "I didn't want you to miss it."

I turned back around quickly, wiggled my rear at her, and headed for the stairs leading up to the start of the course. Behind me, I heard Tawny laugh before following.

At the bottom of the spiral stairs was a place to hook your harness into a rail system and a person there to make sure you did it and that the thing was locked. The attendant explained that once locked in, there was no way to unlock it until you came back down.

At the top of the stairs, however, I came up short as the reality of what I was about to do struck me. Going away to my left was a wall with brightly colored hand and foot holds like one of those indoor rock climbing walls. It went for a few meters before you got to another platform. There was NO floor! I could look all the way down to where people were walking into the building way below me. Directly ahead was what looked like a balance beam from gym class, except it, too, was suspended in mid-air.

I didn't think I was afraid of heights until I stepped toward the balance beam and looked over the edge. Big mistake! I stepped back right into Tawny.

"Mmm, throwing yourself into my arms already?" she joked.

"I... I don't think... I'm not sure I can do this," I admitted.

"Hey, hey," she said soothingly. "You're completely safe. Look."

Tawny lifted her feet off the ground. She lowered about an inch and then just hung there.

"See? You can't fall. These things can hold like 600 pounds a person," she explained. "There is no way your waif-like body is going to put any strain on these things at all." She lowered her feet and stepped away from me. "Go ahead, you do it."

I let the harness take my weight and lifted my feet up like I was sitting in a chair. There was no give at all, not even a little. It did make me feel a bit better.

"You okay?" Tawny asked.

"Yeah," I replied, putting my feet down and stepping back toward the beam. "I can do this," I said more to myself than her.

I stepped onto the plank, only an inch or so larger than my foot on each side.

"I can't do this!" I breathed, stepping back off.

"What if I go first?" my date offered. "Come on, back up and let me get in front of you."

That's when I noticed that there were little sections of the rail that diverted off to another parallel rail for just a couple of feet before rejoining the main trunk. Tawny moved her harness support onto one of those parallel sections, let me get behind her, then moved in front of me.

Like she was walking down the street, Tawny strolled out to the middle of the balance beam and turned around to face me. She was so graceful and elegant. Suddenly, I realized I was not thinking about the height, only of the beautiful woman I was with.

She beckoned me forward with a soft smile.

"Eyes on me, Claire," she coached, like I could possibly look anywhere else.

My fear wasn't gone, but it was diverted.

"Come on. Come to me." Tawny rolled her shoulders at me. Her poise, her confidence, that alluring look... my god, she was hot.

I took in a breath and stepped out onto the beam a second time with my arms held up beside me for balance. This time, my gaze was on my date. My motions were careful but grew more sure with each step. Faster than I expected, I was almost to her, my goal.

Wait, she's walking backward. I felt momentarily betrayed, then realized what she was doing. I could only marvel at this for a moment before concentrating on my own feet.

Before I knew it, she was standing on the platform, and I had only a couple more steps to reach her. This time she didn't retreat, moving back just enough to give me space.

As I got to the end of the beam, I rushed onto the solid floor and into Tawny's waiting arms. Relief, joy, exhilaration, and desire all mixed in my emotions. We hugged like long-lost lovers and I kissed the side of her face over and over, not even thinking about the fact that this was just our first date.

Did she plan this? No. There was no way she could have known my reaction. Planned or not, I was having a strong reaction to her strength, her confidence, and her body pressed against mine.

"Sorry," I apologized, pushing away from her after realizing how presumptuous I was acting.

"For what?" Tawny replied, moving a fraction closer.

Was she going to kiss me? A breath passed in silence, our eyes locked, then she turned and headed to the next obstacle, a round, padded beam that rotated if you weren't perfectly balanced.

The next twenty minutes or so were a mix of excitement, arousal, and terror, often all at the same time. Tawny coached me through several of the impediments, including one section that was just open-air. You had to lift your feet and just let gravity take you on a curving ride over the center of the causeway like on a zipline.

I got more comfortable as we went, but I still let Tawny talk me through. It felt curiously sexual to follow her instructions and get rewarded with her holding me to her at the end. It felt nice to lean on her and let her lead. It was similar to how I felt with Nix, but Tawny was more gentle. She was lowering me gently into the water while Nix felt more like throwing me into the deep end.

I was disappointed when we reached the end of the course. After being released from the rail, Tawny asked if she could help me with getting out of the harness. I really didn't need her help, but I agreed anyway. She wasn't quick, taking her time especially on the chest strap and pulling me out of the leg holes.

We sat on a bench just outside the entrance to the rope course, still feeling the adrenaline.

"What now?" Tawny asked.

I scooted closer so that our hips touched and turned to her, our faces just inches apart.

"I think I still owe you dessert," I said in my best come-hither voice.

My date's eyes widened in what I interpreted as an 'Oh really?' look. Without looking away, I pointed to an ice cream shop across from us that I had noticed a couple of minutes ago. Tawny's head turned in the direction of my point, and her shoulders drooped before she smirked and shook her head.

"Yeah, okay, you little tease," she chuckled.

I winked at her and took her hand as we headed into the shop. This was probably the best any of my first dates had gone, and I didn't want it to end, but after this weekend, I was also worried about leaving Nyx alone too long to her own devices. After telling Tawny about my niece and my concerns, she also seemed disappointed but drove me home without a fuss.

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We pulled into a parking spot in the garage connected to my apartment building. Tawny shut off the car and turned to me.

"I... really enjoyed tonight," she said. "A lot. Could we, you know, do this again?"

My heart leapt! As much fun as I had had, I was still a little uncertain whether Tawny had the same feeling. I smiled and nodded. Licking my lips, I leaned toward her, giving an invitation.

The brunette put a hand behind my head and met me in the middle. Our lips touched, and we were immediately in a passionate kiss. There was no tentative feeling each other out. Her tongue met mine, and we were devouring each other. My heart was racing, my nipples hardened and rubbed against the material of my vest, and butterflies danced under my skirt.

I lost track of time, so I don't know how long it was until I felt Tawny's hand move to the top of my chest and stop. One of my hands went to her thigh and squeezed to tell her it was okay. Her hand drifted lower, reverently cupping my breast, just holding it, feeling its weight. When she squeezed, I moaned into her mouth. She took the opportunity to disengage from my lips and move to my neck.

Neck kisses are one of my big weaknesses, and she was hitting every nerve just right. I trembled and moaned again as her teeth and tongue dragged sensually across my skin. I knew at that moment that I was lost. Never had I been so easy on a first date, but Tawny could put her hands wherever she wanted and I would welcome it.

Her hand left my chest, and I could tell without looking that she was unbuttoning my vest. I ached with the anticipation of her hands on the bare skin of my breasts. Both my hands nestled into her light-brown hair, encouraging her, and my head tilted back more.

The last button released, and cool air swept up my body as the vest parted.

Just then, the elevator opened just a few meters behind us. Damnit! Why hadn't we thought to park away from one of the entrances?

We separated quickly, and I closed my vest around me. A man walked right behind the car and certainly saw the two of us sitting there if he was paying any attention at all.

There was a long silence even after the man left, where we both just looked at the concrete wall out the front windshield.

"Whew," I exhaled. "Um... maybe I should go check on my niece."

I started rebuttoning my vest, noting how incredibly hard my nipples still were. Feeling a bit risque, I only buttoned a couple at the bottom and left the rest open.

"Yeah, sure," Tawny replied, still breathing heavily. Turning to me, she asked, "Can I call you?"

I paused with my hand on the door handle and smiled at her.

"Please call me," I answered.

I leaned toward her quickly. Again, she met me in the middle and we kissed briefly. Reluctantly, I opened the door and exited.

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The key was already in the lock when I faintly heard a woman's voice from inside. I paused and listened more closely.

"Oh, my god! I'm going to cum again!" the voice exclaimed.

That's not Nyx, I realized. I probably should have just turned around, but the thought didn't occur to me at the time. It was my apartment, after all, and, well, I was so horny that my libido was doing most of the thinking.

Doing my best to be quiet, I unlocked the door and slowly swung it open. I managed to close it behind me with just a faint click. Removing my shoes, I set them softly by the door.

"Did I say you could cum, you greedy little slut?" That was Nyx's voice, but there was something else. Something powerful and dominant dripped from the words that I had never heard before, most certainly not from Nyx.

To my surprise and shame, that power latched onto my already aroused state and grabbed hold of my sex like a physical hand. I covered my mouth to stifle the moan that almost escaped.

"No!" came the strained response. "AAAHHH... p.. please... PLEASE!"

"Please, what?"

Who was that with Nyx? The voice sounded familiar, but it was so strained and desperate that I couldn't recognize it. I edged into the kitchen. There should be a view to the bed from the far side.

"Please, may I... may I cum?"

As I crept further, the upper body of a woman on her elbows facing toward the headboard came into view. It was Rose! One of her buns was completely out, letting her hair fall to her shoulders, while the other was barely hanging on. Her face was a mix of strain and ecstasy, and her whole body rocked forward every second from what looked like a steady, hard impact. My eyes were drawn to the curve of her full breasts, undulating with the rhythm, even with them partially pressed into the mattress. Her whole body glistened with sweat.

"Who are you asking, pet?" Nyx prodded.

Rose whimpered as her body was tossed forward even harder.

Even knowing how wrong it was for me to be peeping on them, I couldn't stop myself. I had to get a better angle.

"OOOOHHH, fuuuuuck!" Rose called out. "M.. my G.. goddess! PLEASE... my goddess, please let me cum!"

I had never heard Rose cuss; I didn't know that she knew how. Then again, I had never seen her naked either, so I guess there is a first time for everything.

Rushing quietly, I moved around the kitchen peninsula and peeked around the door frame. My niece was wearing only a black corset, knee-high pleather boots, and a black strap-on dildo that was repeatedly disappearing inside of Rose's stretched opening. I had an intellectual understanding of what a strap-on dildo was, but I had never seen one in the flesh, so to speak. The sight almost made me fall backward, but I caught myself.

"Good girl," Nyx said in a sweet lilt. She reached forward and took a handful of the smaller woman's hair, pulling back to make Rose's head tilt up. "Now cum for your goddess. Cum for me, Rose."

My coworker's mouth opened in a silent scream as her body started to shake. Her hands gripped the bedspread, and her toes curled. The silent scream slowly became an audible wail rising in pitch until her whole body jerked hard.

Rose convulsed and started to fall forward, but Nyx grabbed her hips and kept her in place while continuing to slide the rod in and out of the orgasming woman. With my niece letting go of her hair, Rose's face fell all the way to the bed, her arms no longer trying to hold her up.

"That's it, don't hold back," Nyx encouraged. "Just let go and keep riding it."

Rose's body, which had started to settle, shook again, and her eyes closed. She was no longer a participant in the act, merely a recipient. Nyx slowed down but kept thrusting into her as the smaller woman's body continued to quake periodically. Were those each separate orgasms or one long one? I couldn't tell.

At some point, without realizing it, I had slipped a hand into my vest and the other under my skirt. Watching Rose cum so hard for so long had me close as well.

Then Nyx pulled her hips back. My eyes were locked on the black dildo as she slowly removed it. The thing didn't look abnormally thick, but, oh, my god, it just kept going! When the head finally popped out and it dangled from Nyx's mons, all I could think about was that all of that had been inside tiny little Rose.

When my niece started to move off the bed, I got scared and retreated before being discovered. The last thing I saw was Rose falling onto her side, exhausted, but with a blissfully satiated expression. That was the image that stuck with me. I was jealous; I wanted that expression, that complete and utter release. I wanted to be happily exhausted and wake up with my lover beside me. I wanted... to... to be... dominated... like that.

The realization sent chills through me, and all I could think about was how I shouldn't be here. I should be with Tawny right now rather than here spying on my niece.

I tiptoed back to the door, grabbed my shoes, and let myself back out. It was still before nine o'clock, so I called Tawny from the parking garage.

"Claire?" she answered, confused. "What's up? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I assured. "I'm sorry for calling this late. I'm just... um... are you still hungry for dessert?"

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Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into the short driveway of a pretty house in one of the more desired neighborhoods just outside of the downtown area. Was this really where Tawny lived? I double-checked the map on my phone and the address that she had texted me. This looked like the right place.

Somewhat nervous that I was still missing something, I went to the door and brought my hand up to knock just as the door opened. Tawny stood there wearing only an oversized T-shirt that left her legs almost completely on display.

"H.. hi," I mumbled, unsure how to start.

"Hi," Tawny said.

There was an awkward pause, then the waitress blinked.

"Um, please, come in!" She moved back and to the side while gesturing. "I was just about to climb into bed and read a bit when you called."

"Oh? What are you reading?" I asked as I stepped inside. My brain was on automatic and latched onto something, anything, to say.

Tawny sheepishly chuckled and looked away.

"It's... a paranormal romance."

"A what? What's a paranormal romance?" I was genuinely curious; I'd never heard of that.

Tawny grimaced like she was afraid I was going to ask that.

"Hey, do you want a drink?" she said, changing the subject instead of answering my question.

That's when I realized that I was making small talk and avoiding what brought me here in the first place.

"Um... no. Thank you," I answered. "I..."

I what? My insides were twisting, but it still didn't surpass the burning need that had been building all night. What I wanted was for her to rip my clothes off and take me.

"I need you. Right now," was all I said.

"Are you sure?" Tawny replied, looking a little confused. "I thought after you made the excuse that you needed to check on your niece, that you weren't ready for that."

"NO!" I exclaimed, then softened my tone. "No, I really did need to check on her." Visions of Nyx's twenty-year-old body thrusting a dildo into the orgasming Rose flashed through my head. "Well, I thought I did. She's an adult, and I shouldn't have..." My words trailed off, not sure how to end that statement.

Tawny gasped, her eyes going wide.

"You caught her with someone, didn't you?" she smirked.

I grimaced and nodded. It was my turn to be embarrassed. The waitress's eyes bore into me, searching mine.

"And it turned you on," she teased, taking a step toward me.

I didn't answer; I just stood there watching her cat-like motions as she approached. I was suddenly aware of my breathing and the increasing thump of my heart.

"Were you hoping we could pick up where we left off in the car?"

She was right in front of me now, fingertips touching the back of my wrists and slowly moving up my arms. Where she touched, she left a wake of sensual warmth that lit up my brain, forcing me to hyperfocus on the sensation.

In silence, those fingers slid up my biceps to my bare shoulders, over the vest material to my neck, and then followed the material into the deep V between my breasts. She smiled at me, then looked down where she started unbuttoning my vest for the second time that night. I could tell that my body was already responding, and I could feel the material rub softly against my nipples.

She moved slowly, but without effort. Each button released, exposing another patch of my torso. A finger would trail down until it reached the next latch, and the process would repeat. Tawny was in no hurry; we were no longer in a parking garage like two teenagers.

I put my hands on her hips, letting one slip further back onto the upper curve of her rear. I was expecting to feel the outline of her panties, but it was perfectly smooth. Was she naked under the shirt? It shouldn't have been surprising, but something about that thought made it even sexier.

As the last button came undone, I looked down to see Tawny pull the two halves of the vest aside, putting my whole upper body on display just for her. My nipples stood out proudly and practically reached for her. Her palms touched the bare skin at my waist and started parting the vest further as they rose up my torso, over the curve at the sides of my breasts, and up to my shoulders. She paused there with her hands resting on me and looked into my eyes.

Our lips met just as her hands swept to the side and pushed the garment over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The feel of our breasts pressed together with just her T-shirt between us put my own hands in motion to reach down below the hem. I lifted her shirt up, our lips separating only long enough for me to pull it over her head and arms.

There is something exquisite about feeling another woman's naked chest melding with your own. I hadn't felt that since I was Nyx's age, and I just wanted the moment indelibly burned into my brain. Our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies as our kiss went on and on.

After an unknown amount of time, the desire to kiss more of her took over, and I moved my mouth to her neck. Tawny lifted her head and sighed as I kissed and nibbled my way around and then down across her collarbone.

I reached her breasts and paused, getting my first visual of this incredibly alluring woman. They were bigger than mine and perfectly shaped, with dark areolas around deliciously protruding pink nipples. I hefted one in my hand before reverently reaching out my tongue to circle the tip.

"Ohhhh," Tawny moaned above me, her eyes closed and her hands cradling my head.

I glanced up and watched her face as my lips engulfed the nipple and I started to gently suck. Fingers gripped my scalp harder, and her mouth silently opened. Inwardly, I smiled, enjoying the effect I was having on her. On the other side, my hand was filled with her other breast, its nipple pinched between knuckles as I kneaded it. My own body was heating up as her pleasure became my pleasure.

Switching sides, I took her other nipple into my mouth and repeated the motions in the way I would have enjoyed. I was rewarded with Tawny's vocalizations.

"Ohhh, Claire, that's so nice," she managed between labored breaths.

Some other time, I could have spent hours just worshiping her breasts, but I wanted to give her more. More than I had ever given to anyone. I had never been a fan of oral sex. I had come close with a few guys because I knew they expected it, but it always grossed me out too much to go through with it, and I'd never gotten that far with any of the women I experimented with in college. At that moment, however, for reasons I could not understand, I wanted nothing more than to be on my knees between her legs and giving her the most pleasure I possibly could. Far from being grossed out by the idea, I longed to have her essence filling my mouth and rolling over my tongue.

With my fingers continuing to play with her nipples, I kissed my way down her belly, slowly making my way to my knees. Her pubic hair was impeccably trimmed. My lips lingered in the soft down of her small triangle, and I kissed it before moving lower.

Directly in front of my eyes was the most beautiful vulva I had ever seen. The lips were like a fancy robe showing hints of the treasures beneath while draping perfectly over the sexy form within. At the top, I could make out the barest tip of her clit beginning to poke out of its protective hood.

The urge to bury my face between her legs was almost overwhelming. Lack of experience, however, about exactly what I was doing held me back. I looked up again into Tawny's soft eyes, my uncertainty playing across my face. She recognized my look and stroked my hair.

"Just take a lick first," she guided. "Get used to the taste."

I leaned forward and stretched out my tongue. The tip flicked across her clit causing Tawny to gasp.

"I guess that's one place to start," she giggled.

I got the suggestion of sweet and tangy, but not enough to really judge. So, committing myself, I ran my tongue down between her slit, splitting her labia and letting her arousal fill my senses. It was like diluted strawberry schnapps, and just like an alcoholic beverage, I got a little light-headed. I needed more!

"Do you like it?" Tawny asked.

I nodded without breaking contact.

"Then, when you're ready, go a little further down and wiggle your tongue inside me."

With her instruction, a little tingle started at the top of my head and moved down my spine. My pelvic muscles clenched involuntarily. My tongue dove further, and I inclined my head, trying to reach her hole. When I found it, my senses exploded. My hands moved down to her thighs to steady myself, and almost like she could sense my predicament, Tawny put a hand on each side of my head.

She held me in place, and my disquiet settled immediately. This felt right. Safe. Comforting. Arousing. I let my mind focus on her, my tongue reaching deep and licking her walls.

"That's it," she encouraged. "Ohhhmmm, just like that."

I kept going, trying to touch every part of her that I could reach. Tiny movements of her hands guided my explorations, and her continued vocalizations let me know that she was enjoying it. Then I felt her pulling me up.

"Now my clit," Tawny's voice was husky, almost breathless. "Suck on it."

She moved my head where she wanted, and I dutifully pulled the little nub past my lips. I fumbled for a moment, unsure what to do next, then used the tip of my tongue to make circles around it.

"OHHH, fuck yeah," Tawny croaked above me. "Now a finger," she ordered. "Put a finger in me!"

I did as she said and slid my middle finger into her pussy easily. Her hips began to move with my thrusts while her hands kept my mouth lined up with her button.

"Nnnnnggg, keep... going." Tawny's breathing was getting uneven as her orgasm built.

On instinct, I started sucking her clit in and out while flicking it wildly.

"OOHHH, SHIT!" she exclaimed and I felt her thigh muscles contract under my palm.

Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing. I was going down on another woman and I was going to make her cum! It was, quite possibly, the most erotic thing I had ever done.

Tawny's fingers gripped my scalp as her hips picked up the pace. She was fucking my finger and my face in a rhythm I could not longer match. I held my hand in place and just let her set the pace. Similarly, I couldn't keep the suction on her clit with her moving like that, so I flattened my tongue and let her hump it however she wanted.

Within seconds, the brunette leaned forward over me, her abs vibrating, her eyes closed tight. Tawny cried out in blissful release with her pelvis still thrusting into my face and digit in tiny, quick motions. That's when I got a gush of her fluids coating my tongue and sliding toward my throat.

I swallowed and relished the trickle of her intoxicating liquid sliding into my belly. I know it was in my head, but I was getting drunk on her. I felt giddy and near euphoric, even though she was the one who had climaxed. Another splash into my mouth, and I drank it up, my tongue starting to lick her folds again to get every last drop.

Tawny's whole body shook and broke contact. She was moving down. For a moment, I tried to move with her, but she was going to her knees in front of me, and held my head in place. Before she even reached the floor, her lips pressed against mine.

She kissed me with abandon, her tongue wrestling with mine for a full minute before separating and pressing her forehead to mine.

"That was incredible, Claire," she whispered, still a bit breathless. "Thank you."

She kissed me one more time, quickly, before letting go of my head for the first time in several minutes and sitting back on her heels. I bit my bottom lip as warmth and pride swept over me. Why hadn't I done this a lot sooner?

"I... liked it," I smiled.

I absently licked her residue off my lips as we looked into each other's eyes. Then Tawny got a hungry look and stood up.

"Your turn," she announced and held her hand out to me.

I took it without hesitation. The waitress pulled me to my feet and led me down a hallway to her bedroom. Spinning me around to have my back to the bed, Tawny looked me up and down before speaking.

"Take your panties off."

My hands were already moving almost before I fully processed her statement. A moment later, I was throwing my underwear onto a nearby chair and standing again to find out what Tawny wanted next. Why was I being so passive? This was totally the opposite of my personality at work, but I couldn't deny my desire to do exactly what she said.

The woman took the step needed to close the distance, bringing up a hand to my chest. Suddenly, I was falling back onto the bed after a gentle shove. I was surprised but didn't have time to dwell on it. Tawny crawled quickly up the bed to trap me between her and the mattress, my knees on either side of her hips.

"Claire," she began with our noses almost touching. "You ignite me. I don't know how else to describe it. All night, I've been on fire and barely holding it together. I just want to engulf and consume you."

My lips quivered, and my heart melted. Maybe she said that to all the women in her bed, but I didn't care. To me, it was poetry. I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her head and pulled her down.

"Consume me," I whispered just before our lips folded together.

Our bodies melded.

The gentle woman I had made out with in her car was gone. In her place was an animal. She devoured my tongue until I thought she was going to suck it out of my mouth then she was suddenly at my neck. Her hands had slipped behind my back and held me tightly to her. Teeth nibbled and lips sucked. Then I felt her pubic hair backed by her unyielding pelvis bone press down into my soft clit.

"Ohhh.. hhuuuhh," my breathing caught within an involuntary moan.

My hips rocked, trying to rub myself against her. Tawny's lips moved lower while her arms lifted my upper body, making my back arch. At the same time, she matched my hip motion, adding to my stimulation.

An image of Rose's glistening, exhausted body popped into my brain, focusing on the large dildo attached to Nyx's pelvis. Moving out slowly only to be thrust back in with a quick, hard stroke.

Even without being inside me, the beautiful waitress was fucking me. In my head, Tawny's grinding was matching the relentless pounding rhythm I had witnessed earlier. I met her thrusts and felt myself opening to her, my body begging to be taken.

"Ohhhh, yessss, fuck me," I muttered

We held each other tightly as our lower bodies succumbed to animalistic need. I lost track of everything else other than the orgasm steadily building within my core.

As I was just about to spill over, Tawny suddenly let go and pushed me back down on the bed. In one quick motion, she lifted one of my legs to her shoulder and straddled the other. The motion partially twisted me onto my side. A moment later, I watched as her clit came into contact with mine. It wasn't as intense as her pubic hair grinding against it, but the thought that she was feeling the same pleasure I was amplified my arousal.

Tawny had me locked in the position she wanted, and something about that, combined with the hungry look in her eyes, had me gasping every time she circled her button around mine. I gripped the bedspread as my momentarily paused climax began rising once more.

We set up an almost frantic rhythm, even though my contribution consisted mainly of trying to keep myself in contact with the woman above me while she ground her sex into mine. Tawny was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy like that. Sucking in my lips, I tried to stiffle the moan that tried to escape but I lost that battle when our eyes locked. My mouth opened, and my whole face contorted in a pleasured groan.

"Wait for me," Tawny ordered, seeing how close I was. "Together!" Her words were clipped. She was struggling just to utter them.

I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back the inevitable release. Watching Tawny's face, I could see her own orgasm nearing and just hoped I could control myself long enough. Each second built my climax higher until I was at my limit. Just as I was about to let go, Tawny's voice cut through.

"NOW!... Cum... with me!" she managed as she slammed into me one last time and began to shake.

I was already there, but her command shot straight to my clit and it pulsed. My back arched, and my eyes rolled back as the wave finally crashed through me. Our bodies vibrated against each other as we both cried out in unison. What little friction there was between us disappeared completely as we gushed, coating each other's vulva.

Several seconds later, I felt my leg lower to the bed when Tawny lay back. Her legs unfolded beside me, and I ran my hands over her silky thighs even as the last vestiges of our orgasms ebbed. Our hips continued to move in tiny motions for a while longer, wanting to feel the connection for as long as possible.

After that, we just lay there. The only sound was our heavy breathing. A minute passed like that; two satiated women intimately entwined, our fluids mingling.

Tawny lifted up first. She disengaged and then crawled up beside me, laying her head on my shoulder.

"That was wonderful," she whispered and followed her words with a long peck on my cheek.

I turned my head toward her, and a hand cupped my face. We kissed again, this time with slow passion, our lips brushing, melding, searching. Twisting my body onto its side, I brought a knee up to rest on Tawny's leg without pausing the kiss for even a moment.

We held each other and made out for several minutes. Despite us both being nearly naked, there was no sexual intention. This was pure affection and comfort. Even when the kiss ended, neither of us moved, still entwined, just content with feeling the other woman's body pressed to ours.

I could have fallen asleep like that.

An unknown amount of time later, I opened my eyes to realize I had fallen asleep. Tawny was still next to me, her face inches away. She had such a serene and happy expression. Inclining my neck, I kissed her gently.

Tawny's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me.

"I need to get home," I announced sadly.

The brunette put on an exaggerated frown.

"You can sleep here," she offered.

"I would love to, but I need a change of clothes. I'm pretty sure this skirt is going to have some stains I don't want to try to explain."

Tawny giggled sleepily. Reluctantly pulling myself from her embrace, I stood and looked around for my top. Oh, yeah, it's still in the living room, I remembered.

The beautiful naked woman sat up, looking like she was going to show me out, but I gestured for her to stay put.

"Don't get up. I can show myself out."

I leaned down, kissed her one last time, and let it linger.

"Thank you for an incredible night," I said when we separated.

"Maybe you can bring a change of clothes next time," Tawny proposed and then winked.

My heart fluttered. Next time. She wanted a next time!

"Next time," I confirmed, giving her a smile that I could feel in my temples.

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It was 2 A. M. when I crept back into my apartment. The lights were all off, and there was no sound coming from the bedroom. Once again, I removed my shoes and made my way to the bedroom. I halfway expected to see Rose still there. Again, the intrusive images of her getting dominated by my twenty-year-old niece made me shudder. I thought my time with Tawny would have lessened the impact of those visions, but the aggressiveness of my lover just seemed to compound the effect.

Thankfully, only Nyx was there. She was asleep - in the center of the bed! I grumbled inwardly, but proceeded to get undressed as quietly as possible. I considered using the cot in the other room, but refused to let my niece kick me out of my own bed.

I slid beneath the covers with my back to her in the hopes that I could nudge her a bit onto the other side. Before I got to where I expected to come into contact with Nyx, I felt something touch my rear. Had she left a toy in the bed? The next second, I realized what it was. The dildo she had been using on Rose! A wiggle of my butt later, another realization struck me. She was still wearing it!

I froze. The thing was touching me just an inch from my own opening. It probably still had Rose's residue on it. That thought was so naughty and alluring. Without thinking, I pressed a little closer, the head touching my labia just millimeters from my entrance.

I held still again, listening for Nyx's steady breathing. Yes, she was still asleep with even a bit of a snore. I was just going to stay right there. Be still and think about what that dildo had been doing a couple of hours ago. Or less? When had Rose left?

As my conscious mind drifted, my subconscious torqued my hips almost imperceptibly. Once, twice, and on the third repetition, the head of the strap-on parted my labia and nestled against my hole. That immediately brought my focus back to the object threatening to skewer me.

'Stay still, Claire,' I yelled inwardly at myself. If I pushed back, I knew I would wake Nyx up, and then what would she do? Would she feel violated that I was taking advantage of her while she was sleeping? Would she fuck me like she fucked Rose? A shiver ran down my spine and made my pussy twitch.

It was almost inside me. So close. Maybe if I went really slowly, Nyx wouldn't notice? That was stupid. Even if that worked, I couldn't get off on it. Unless I fingered my clit at the same time.

Why was I thinking like this?! Since when had I become so focused on sex that I was even considering this? And so soon after I had had such an explosive time with Tawny!

My musings were cut short, however, when Nyx's arm snaked over my abdomen. I almost jerked back away from it in surprise, but stopped before I backed onto the rod already threatening to impale me.

"I didn't expect you home again after you left," my niece's voice breathed sleepily behind me.

"It... it was just a date," I replied while keeping myself perfectly still.

"I'm talking about the second time you left," Nyx said. I could hear the smirk on her face.

Oh, no. She knew that I had come back to the apartment! Did she know that I had seen them? As if in answer to my question, she continued.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

Oh, my god, she knew! My breath caught as I scrambled to find some answer to her question, but came up blank. The scene had affected me way more than I realized or understood, but I couldn't tell her that.

"Did you imagine taking little Rose like that?" she continued without waiting for my reply. Her voice got deeper, huskier. "Or did you see yourself getting fucked like a needy slut."

Nyx leaned closer as she spoke, her crude language, for some reason, getting me wetter. The motion brought her face close enough that I could feel her breath on my ear, and her pelvis naturally rocked in my direction. I held my breath, trying not to react as the tip of the dildo began to push into me.

Could she feel that? Was Nyx aware of the predicament I was in?

I was still unable to speak, but my niece wasn't expecting answers anyway.

"By the way, speaking of being a needy slut," Nyx got quieter, conspiratorial, "how was your date?"

Her lips brushed my ear, and the head of the plastic dick breached my entrance. I let out an involuntary gasp.

"Oh, fuck!" Nyx exclaimed, finally remembering what she was wearing. "Sorry, I forgot I still had that on."

She moved away, leaving me with mixed feelings. Nyx didn't seem to know just how far the dildo had gotten before she moved.

"Th.. that's... okay," I managed, trying to sound nonchalant.

She threw the covers off and loosened the harness until she could lift her legs into the air and pull the thing off. She paused to examine the tip before setting it on the floor.

I relaxed and turned onto my back, reclaiming my side of the bed.

"You were out pretty late," Nyx brought us back to the conversation. "I take it you two hit it off?"

"Yeah... we did," I smiled.

"See," she said, turning toward me again and propping her head on her hand. "Aren't you glad I talked you into it?"

"More like forced me into it," I countered, then paused, still smiling. "But... yeah. I'm glad."