Miss S wore clothes that managed to flow around her in a rush of textures and colors, which always attracted your eye and led it to explore the curve of her shoulders, her waist and the soft bump of her breasts. Her smile was dazzling and never reached her eyes so it seemed she had something to hide: beneath her beauty she was terribly shy. Her petite body made her my little fairy. I was under her spell.

The temptation to touch her grew day-by-day... Indeed she was my flatmate, meaning I saw her probably more often than my BF. We would talk about her sexual antics with her own lover or about how we were intrigued by lap-dancing and wanted to go to a club to see.

I found myself flirting with her in the way I seduce men. I would throw my head back when I laughed, exposing my breasts. During our seemingly informal tete-a-tete in her room, I would lie down on her rug in her room and writhe about showing off my undulating body.

I have soft, round and plump breasts that easily fit into a manly hand and that bounce gaily out of a cleavage. My small waist, wide hips and big ass complemented the whole... I am tall and certainly more so than her. I fantasied with lying on top of her and kissing her tiny breasts. I imagined licking her milky skin on her belly with aching hunger, working my way to her heaving pussy.

Instead of holding back, Miss S would flirt back, advising me to dress more suggestively. On one occasion, she took a big pair of scissors, and widened my cleavage. I could feel her hands brush my neck and the cold bite of the scissors cutting the fabric against the skin of my shoulders, my cleavage, my breasts.

We were fire and ice; all burning looks and brushing hands.

One evening I had an old friend visiting and we did not have enough beds. She offered her share of her bed, with a meaningful look. I got changed in a satin slip dress and hotpants, already panting with anticipation.

She was already lying on top of her sheets. Miss S was wearing a white calico shift that hung off one shoulder. I could see her nipples prodding through the sheer fabric and the dark damp pool of heat emanating from her. She had a hand to her back and she was caressing the crack in her ass.
She looked me up and down appreciatively and patted the bed next to her. I was out of breath and my pussy was pulsing with thirst.
I couldn't help but giggle and we both started tittering like two little girls.

She dimmed the lights, turned to me and ran a finger on my lips asking me to tell her a secret. I looked into her eyes and started running my own fingers softly down her neck and arm. When I reached her hand by her hip, I continued recklessly along her lower belly, and slipped my thumb under her dress. I caressed the mound of her pussy in little circles, pulling softly and making as if to touch her clit. She gasped at this.

I lifted her dress to discover her perfectly naked, alabaster skin glowing in the golden light. I lowered my lips to her cleavage and brushed them against her neck. She caught her breath and plunged her hands in my abundant hair, pulling me tight against her.
I moved on top of her, crushing her with the might of my body, and rubbed my pussy against her pussy. She grabbed my ass and I gripped hers, parting her cheeks as her body swelled beneath me. We twisted around each other, our stomachs and breasts and pussies rubbing fiercely against the other, our hands desperate to pull the other in ourselves.

Miss S grasped after her rabbit dildo and rubbed it between my wet lips... I whispered urgently for her to fuck me. She knelt over me, her ass opened in glorious exhibition above my face and lowered her head to my clit. She licked my pussy and thrust the dildo in. I pinched her ass cheeks, parted them some more and teased her clit and her lips with my tongue. We were both panting, when she cried for me to fuck her. I plunged my thumb and forefinger in her, and felt like I would climax anytime now.

I arched my back and threw my head back, rubbing my breasts against her pussy all the while pushing fast with my fingers in her. She rammed her stomach and her hips against my body and arched backwards while fucking me with the dildo faster and harder.

We became completely wild at climax, thrashed our hips and pussies against each other and groaned 'fuck me' 'fuck me' 'fuck me'. We rioted in our high-pitched girlie voices, asking for more. We came so hard and long that we had no choice but to scream in ultra-sound, only the bats could hear us.
We climaxed in the deepest heat, our minds lost to vertigo from multiple-orgasms, our bodies mingled in one slippery raunchy mass. Our voices a sweaty choir singing triumphantly to the quest for pleasure.

We weren't discreet. I suspect my old friend masturbated himself as he eavesdropped on our little orgy. We would have invited him in the end, perhaps, if it hadn't been our first night together. It seemed like Miss S and me needed to see pussy-to-pussy about a few things.

Maybe tomorrow night, as a farewell gift...