“Really?” Krissy said, her face breaking into a smile.
Becca nodded.
“You have this particular cami top you sometimes wear to bed…”
“Which one?”
“The pink camouflage one,” Becca told her.
“Go on.”
“And the strap tends to work itself off your shoulder during the night and when it does, just the edge of your nipple gets revealed.” Becca let out a breath, the image in her mind of what she was describing had just made her clit pulse hard. “Trust me, I’ve come lots looking at that.”
Krissy moaned and her eyes became more lidded.
“Well, you, Chief Roberts…”
“Yeah?”
“…sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to find you spooning me…”
“Probably a manifestation of an erotic dream I’m having at the time.”
“…and your hand is, like, right between my boobs. It doesn’t take me long to get myself off when that happens. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to fall back to sleep.”
Becca groaned. The idea of Krissy masturbating next to her while she slept and then keeping quiet about it—a little secret of hers, was making her nipples marble.
Suddenly, Krissy lifted her ass off the sofa and slid her shorts and underwear off her hips. She then pulled her knees up toward her chest and took the garments off entirely, dropping them on the floor.
Returning her feet to Becca’s lap, she said, “Go back to what you were doing, please.”
So, Becca continued with her foot rub, but this time, the movie on TV was forgotten. Now, she had her head turned towards Krissy, who had spread her satiny-smooth thighs apart just enough to reveal her pink folds.
Krissy hadn’t been lying: she was certainly wet. Her pussy—no more than three feet away—was clearly shiny with arousal and Becca couldn’t help but lick her lips, wanting that stickiness on her tongue and lips. In a moment, the musk of Krissy’s excited core reached her nostrils and she flared them open wider to take in more of it.
Continuing to massage Krissy’s foot, Becca watched Krissy start circling her middle finger, with its blue-lacquered nail, slowly around her clit. Her head was back against the sofa cushion and her eyes closed while little whimpers emerged from her parted lips. Becca wondered if Krissy had made such sounds while masturbating next to her while she herself slept, unaware of what was happening. She knew that when she had gotten herself off next to a sleeping Krissy, there were times when she couldn’t help but utter stifled little cries as she came undone.
Krissy slid her middle finger downwards from her clit and, quick as a flash, it disappeared inside her, only to re-emerge covered in cream. Becca hissed as her own pussy spasmed and she felt her creamy lubrication slide down her passage to her opening. Nonetheless, she kept up with her massage, switching now to Krissy’s other foot and circl
ing Krissy’s ankle bone with the thumb of one hand as the fingers of her other hand rubbed the ball of the foot.
“Ohhhhh…” Krissy sighed. Was it from the tension released because of the foot massage, or was it from Krissy’s more vigorous rubbing of her clit? Becca didn’t know. Probably both, she figured.
That middle finger was moving much more quickly, becoming a blur. Krissy now had both of her lips curled between her teeth and a frown on her face. Her labored breathing was happening all through her nose…huffs and puffs of rapid breaths, occasionally accompanied by more of those whimpers.
Finally, Krissy muttered a soft “Oh, fuck!”, stopped breathing for a moment and then let out that stored breath in a great big exhale as she started coming.
Slack-jawed, her own breathing labored with excitement, Becca watched Krissy’s pussy convulse and beat rapidly with the orgasm. Two thick streams of come were pushed out back-to-back, flowing out of her opening and down towards the sofa cushion.
Krissy took her finger off her clit and just lay there, slack and spent, twitching occasionally.
Becca took Krissy’s feet off of her lap and quickly repositioned herself with her head between her girlfriend’s legs, her tongue instantly poking inside the warmth of Krissy’s pussy.
There was no way she was going to let all of that sweet essence go to waste…
Chapter 24
The next day, Wednesday, Krissy was in her home office listening to an ass-numbingly boring report on the European markets on CNBC Money. The guy delivering it had about as much business being a TV presenter as a corpse, except a corpse would have been more exciting. She had tuned in to this report only because the guy promised to inform his viewers about how the DAX was reacting to a recent European inflation report. Krissy wanted to determine if she needed to take action on some of the assets she managed for her clients because of that. One of the many balls she juggled each day in her line of work.