A Late Night

Marissa wasn't sure what had awoken her. She'd been having the best dream. *** She was at swim practice but instead of the usual crowd she'd had the pool all to herself. She was doing laps, enjoying the solitude and marveling at the ease with which she slipped through the water when she paused for breath. Looking up she noticed someone in the bleachers. She couldn't see much, just an impression of dark hair and a leather coat. She stared for a moment longer, trying to see more, but then ducked back under. A minute later she heard a splash and felt the wave rock her in its wake. When she looked up there was someone in the pool with her. Slowly drifting towards her came a woman, fully clothed but for her shoes. Dark hair, cut short, fell across the woman's face and dark blue jeans hugged a well-rounded butt. A deep red, long sleeve shirt clung to the woman as she moved, billowing around her midriff to expose creamy pale skin beneath. Intrigued and a little entranced, Marissa watched as the stranger approached. As she drew near the woman came up, water pulling the shear red fabric tight over gently bobbing breasts, small peaks breaking the surface and slipping back under playfully. She'd never seen this woman before but found she couldn't look away from her startling cobalt eyes or the soft lips beneath. Water dropped from her face as the stranger shook her head, spraying droplets from hair made spiky. Marissa opened her mouth to question but before words formed she was startled to feel the soft slip of wet lips and sure hands pulling her flush against a body warm beneath the cool water. Questions fell away as she felt the gentle prod of a soft tongue seeking entrance, the teasing tickle making her smile as she opened to accept the invitation. Without thought she let her hands settle into an exploration of the warm curves pressed against her own. A breathless moment later the kiss was broken. This girl looked into her eyes, searching for something before taking her hand and pulling her towards the shallows. As her feet found solid etimesgut escort ground Marissa tugged the girl's hand, turning her to face Marissa once more. They hadn't spoken, she knew less than nothing about this captivating girl but the heat and slick between her legs fired her on. A silent quirk of one brow and a lightly questioning smile played over the girl's face. Reaching a decision Marissa pulled the girl into another slow, lingering kiss, taking advantage of the solid ground beneath them to lean into the girl's touch. After another minute the girl again pulled her from the pool. This time Marissa didn't hesitate. They reached the showers and Marissa was pulled into a stall before the girl spun her, pushed her back against the wall, and kissed her deeply; hungrily sucking on her tongue. Their breath came heavy with each short part of their lips as hot water rained down around them. She marveled at the smooth skin seeming to radiate so much heat as she pushed the red fabric away. Each inch revealed as her fingers explored, small shivers slipping through the girl as Marissa drew closer to removing the shirt. She could feel the pebbled peaks of the girl's breasts sliding against her own chest as they moved against each other. She felt the girl?s fingers slide under the elastic of her suit, slipping the stretchy material down her shoulders, rolling and bunching as her breasts came free of the fabric. She pulled the shirt off, a little jolt traveling down between her legs as her eyes took in the soft flesh beneath. The girl broke the kiss, momentarily surfacing Marissa from the world of sensation before sending fire coursing through her system as a hot tongue slid over her sensitive nipple, pulling it gently between eager lips as the girl began to suckle rhythmically. Her hands slid through wet locks, gripping the woman's soft hair as Marissa searched for something to ground herself in the tempest raging through her body. As she suckled and prodded the tender nipple beneath her lips, eryaman escort the girl continued to drop Marissa's swimsuit. Soon the soggy fabric fell to the floor, freeing the writhing girl beneath. Marissa felt the rough grout of the shower wall scrape lightly against the bare skin of her ass before the girl slid a finger across her inner thigh, probing, testing her readiness. Marissa's thighs fell open, exposing skin so sensitive even the passing air caused a light tightening in her clit. The girl let Marissa's breast fall free as she stepped in to close the space between them, her fingers gliding straight into the slick puddle gathered between Marissa's legs. As she felt Marissa's eager anticipation, a rough growl escaped the woman and she nudged Marissa's head to one side, burrowing into the crook of her neck, her lips closing over soft skin as her fingers pushed deeper between sensitive folds. Marissa's hands clutched the woman's back as her hips began to move, instinctively thrusting, drawing the woman's fingers rhythmically over her clit, chin tilted back in invitation as the woman nipped and sucked at her neck and shoulder. It didn't take long before the thrusting of Marissa's hips began to pick up speed, not only seeking the girl's touch but grinding her clit against the palm of her hand as Marissa chased a rising tide within. Sensing how close she was, the girl trailed gentle kisses up Marissa's neck. Her tongue wetting the lobe of her ear as her hot breath gathered heavily and Marissa felt the gentle scrape of the woman's teeth. A thick tension pulled through Marissa like a rope pulled taught and she clung to the woman as wave after wave crashed through her, hips grinding as her juices coated the woman's hand. When the tide retreated she stood for a moment, clinging to this unknown woman, lost in the vulnerable exposure of such an intense orgasm. The woman held her, leaving chaste kisses on shoulder and cheek; not pushing. When Marissa recovered enough to open her eyes she pulled back sincan escort just slightly, searching the woman's face before kissing her gently. A soft hand cradled her face as the slow kiss drew out and she felt herself settle into the woman. *** Laying in the dark, Marissa allowed herself to play through the dream once more in her mind as she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her Scooby Doo sweatpants. With a quiet groan she felt her fingers slip into the messy puddle gathered between her legs. Fuck she was horny! She slipped her fingers clear of the elastic and sucked the sticky cum from them before rolling over. She could hear the soft breathing of the girl beside her and wondered briefly if she should let her sleep. Scooting close against her Marissa kissed the girl's bare shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. The smell of her hair had Marissa closing her eyes, nuzzling into the warmth and breathing deeply. She felt her hips begin to move and knew if she didn't get some relief there would be no sleep for her tonight. "Jen...," She whispered quietly as she kissed a trail over her lover's neck and back. She felt Jen take a deep breath as she woke up and smiled as her hand traced circles around Jen's stomach. "Mmmm... Hi baby," Jen murmured in a sleepy voice as she rolled to face her girlfriend. "Hi," Marissa said. Her hands slid down to play over Jen's rear, pulling her closer as she caught Jen's lips with her own. "I want you," Marissa said between playful kisses. She caught Jen's lower lip between her teeth, scrunched her nose and playfully growled as she squeezed Jen's ass. It was a challenge. Giggling, Jen quickly began to tickle Marissa, fingers flying across her sensitive stomach, hair falling into her face as she arched and bucked, the game quickly dissolving into playful wrestling; each contestant trying to pin the other. It didn't take long for Marissa to gain the upper hand. She sat straddling Jen's hips, both wrists pinned loosely over her head, dark red hair falling over Marissa's shoulders to tease the soft skin of Jen's chest. "Ha! I win!" Marissa crooned smugly, "Now, what is my prize?" She met Jen's eyes with a suggestive smile and Jen began to rock her hips, just barely applying pressure with each sweep. Jen knew that Marissa could feel the touch between her legs.