Robin had asked her out and brought her here. Surely a few stretch marks weren’t going to make the difference now.
“May I?” Robin asked, and brought her hands behind Micky’s back.
Having Robin’s hands all over her made Micky’s breath come faster, and she panted a little when she gave Robin permission to unhook her bra.
Then there she stood. Naked but for a pair of underwear in Robin’s bedroom. Micky had no more considerations about how odd life can be or any of that. Her mind was saturated with other thoughts. The first and foremost issue at hand was getting Robin’s bra off. But Micky didn’t have to lift a finger. Robin was doing all the work, giving Micky the opportunity to shamelessly gawk at her very gawk-worthy body.
Micky did make a mental note to later ask why Robin had asked her out. Why Micky Ferro of all the women in Sydney? But that thought soon got pushed to the side as Robin let her bra drop to the floor.
Micky’s mouth started watering. Robin’s breasts were so perfect that Micky’s first thought was whether they were real, then that thought was substituted by the prospect of touching said breasts with her very hands, her lips, her tongue. Micky’s insides were smoldering with a desire she had pushed away for too long. But this was it. This was happening. One-night stand or not, no strings attached or not, after this night, Micky’s life would be forever altered. She would be a new woman.
After she got rid of her jeans and she was just as scarcely dressed as Micky, Robin pulled Micky onto the bed with her. When their skin met as they tumbled onto the mattress, more fire ignited in Micky’s belly. She was all in now. She was ready to cast away the most persistent doubts, fears, and everything else that had held her back for so long. In this bed, Micky was not a divorced mother. She was a woman truly finding herself for the first time in her life.
Robin slipped on top of her, kissed her neck, her cheek, her jaw, then her lips for long, long moments, while her hands let loose in Micky’s hair, and her knee pressed against her panties.
Micky rode the wave of sensory overload happily. Despite her hard muscles, everything about Robin was so soft. Her touch insistent but light as a feather, her skin taut but smooth.
Micky’s breath came faster as Robin’s caresses intensified. Micky let her own hands roam across Robin’s back, digging her fingertips into her flesh, pushing her pelvis against Robin’s knee. Oh, what it would feel like when her panties came off.
Micky would have to wonder about that a little while longer while Robin took her sweet time kissing every inch of Micky’s belly before stopping and gazing down at her breasts.
Ever so slowly, on those strong arms of hers, Robin lowered herself until her mouth was hovering over Micky’s nipple, then she planted the most gentle of kisses on it. In response, Micky’s skin turned into a plane of goose bumps. Good God. If she wasn’t actually there witnessing this, feeling this, Micky wouldn’t believe it was really happening. The effect of just a small touch of lips on her nipple. How was it possible to feel so much from that?
Robin repeated the action on Micky’s other nipple, and again the sensation shot through her like an arrow made of liquid lust. The entire expanse of Micky’s skin was throbbing now. But Robin was far from finished with bestowing attention on her breasts.
Robin’s hard nipples pressed into the flesh of her belly, while Robin let her tongue dart around Micky’s nipples and sucked them into her mouth.
An involuntary moan escaped Micky’s mouth. Her entire body was turning into desire. Micky was being reduced to just pure want, raw lust, and the excruciating desire for Robin to rip her panties off and do what she was going to do.
It felt as though Robin was all over her, kissing her everywhere at once, while she kneaded her breasts, grasped her buttocks, and now… Oh, now Robin’s hands were dangerously close to Micky’s panties. Micky couldn’t take it anymore. She brought her own hands to her panties and, together with Robin, pushed them off her, baring herself.
As if by instinct, and as though this was all she’d ever done in life, Micky’s knees fell wide, allowing Robin to take in every last inch of her. Robin’s gaze on her body aroused Micky beyond belief. The desire coursing through her was unparalleled. All of this was new, but felt so familiar at the same time—so right.
For a brief moment, Robin painted a small but wicked grin on her lips, then she ducked between Micky’s legs. She kissed Micky’s inner thighs; she kissed the line of skin above her pubic hair, then let her lips wander down.
Micky’s muscles tensed with anticipation. This goddess of a woman was about to go down on her. Just the thought of it happening, seconds before it actually did, made Micky’s pussy lips pulse wildly. The pulse seized her entire body. Micky had been reduced to one giant pulsing mess of extreme need.