Nor did the charm seem to be diminishing. Naked on the bed, Elspeth waited impatiently for her lover girl to come out of the bathroom. As usual, Joan was doing a double batch of lingerie, although they no longer went through the ritualistic farce of removing the things now. But the free maid-service wasn't so important at this point, somehow. Not that Elspeth cared to do without it, of course, but she was keenly conscious of her burgeoning excitement and kept wishing Joan would hurry up. Let the fun begin! It puzzled her somewhat, this unaccountable tension in her flesh; she had figured the thrill of the lesbian kiss would lose its tang once the novelty wore off. But the novelty was already gone and she still felt herself shaking in desire for Joan's lips. Ah yes, those remarkable lips!
Elspeth's urgency made her head swim. She heard the pad of bare feet approaching and closed her eyes in breathless anticipation. Her legs glided apart in welcome. And then at last she sighed responsively as the lips made contact.
But the contact was only fleeting. And when it came again the moist-lipped mouth insisted on ignoring the invitation of her wide-spread limbs. Suddenly her need for fulfillment became almost agonizing.
"Joan, what are you…"
"Shh. Don't rush me. We've got all night, remember?"
The heat in Elspeth's untouched loins was fierce. She wanted that mouth there. But she couldn't be a spoilsport about it, not when Joan seemed so resolute about paying attention to the rest of her body. Especially since the attention was becoming so delightfully focused.
"You go for my tits, huh?"
"Mmm… so beautiful…"
Clever lips formed vacuums over each nipple in turn, tiny wet circles to suck the nipples to swollen peaks, powerful little suction cups to surround and enclose the intimate meeting of hot tongue and hot nipple, hot, hot, oh so terribly hot! Elspeth struggled to suppress a sob. And then the kisses began traveling elsewhere, darting here, lingering there, scorching her throat, setting fire to her navel, tracing a ring of flame around her waist.
"Huh? Joanie? What are you doing?"
Joan's hands were nudging eagerly, forcefully. Elspeth followed their direction and let herself be rolled over, burying her face in the pillow as the ring of fiery kisses continued to completion. The trail took a new tack, running the length of her spine now, and she was gripped by a sudden surge of emotion, part shock, part curiosity, all in a wave of dizziness. There too? Somehow her mind couldn't cope with the bizarre caress.
The pillow muffled her gasp. The pillows of her flesh all but muffled the avid moan back there, a moan that she felt as a searing breath and heard only as a soft hum. Her body started a slow movement of its own, jutting and adjusting to the smooth cheeked face that was broadening the crack between her buttocks like a gentle but inexorable wedge. The tongue-tip touched her intimately, searching, prying, probing – and when the final thrust came she had to grit her teeth to keep from shrieking. The final thrust of that hot tongue…
"Joan!"
"Umm?"
"Oooh, I love that."
"Mmm…"
"Kiss me there, kiss it, kiss my ass!" The expression was downright vulgar; it sounded mean and nasty and yet terribly thrilling somehow, and that made her wonder if being mean and nasty wasn't all part of the thrill. The wild thrill, the excitement, the overwhelming sensuality! Oh shit, who would have dreamed there were so many intriguing twists and turns to this business of lesbian love?
CHAPTER THREE
Bent over the bare feet of her mistress, the diligently attentive maidservant applied tinted lacquer with deft precision. Above her, clad in only a negligee, indolently a sprawl on the chaise, the beautiful brunette mistress watched out of somnolent green eyes, a faintly musing smile curving the corners of her lips. Even now, half asleep, taking her voluptuous ease, Margalo Fitch found a certain pleasure in the way the job on her toenails was being done. Kate was always so careful, so meticulous, so very anxious to please.
"Uh… ma'am?"
"Hm?"
"The polish okay? Want to check and see before I do the final buffing?"
"I'm sure it's just fine, Kate. Finish up. I've got company coming in a little while."
"Yes'm. Won't take long." Margalo's eyelids drooped slightly, not quite shutting out the exhilarating sight of the servant fussing over her like a fawning slave. Ah yes, this was the way to live! She felt so safe here, safe from gossip, safe from harm, safe from that male dominated world out there. Here in her penthouse apartment only the most sympathetic and understanding guests were allowed; no one else would ever see the true extent, of this relationship between mistress and maid. Lesbian mistress, lesbian maid. Even the simple pedicure chore took on a kind of sexual significance – and wasn't it nice to be able to live like this without fear? Margalo blessed the day she had decided to buy the building. More than just the penthouse, this whole luxurious high-rise was hers, all hers, and she loved the way it was shaping up. Best damn investment she had ever made!
Admittedly, it wasn't perfect yet. There were still too many tenants left from the old regime. But she could afford to be choosy about filling vacancies now that the entire place belonged to her. Oh, it was fun to take a plushy apartment house and fill it full of interesting people. Her kind of people. Certainly it helped stave off boredom.
Boredom. Ugh. She didn't want to think about that. When a woman neared the age of forty, boredom could become all too prevalent. Too much money, too many past love affairs, too few novelties left to whet the jaded appetite. So the idea of a gay apartment house – Sappho Manor, the girls called it – was an inspiration, practically. Running the place gave her a new lease on life, something to look forward to from day to day.
"There now…"
"All done, Kate?"
"All done. And a good job too, even if I have to say so myself. Your feet look beautiful."
"Do they? I'm glad. You do take good care of them."
"It's a pleasure, ma'am, a real pleasure. Would you like to get up and dress now? If company is coming…"
"No need. It's only Inez Bellamy. I'll be entertaining her right here in the bedroom."
"Oh. She'll like that. Uh, ma'am, will you be needing me after Mrs. Bellamy arrives? My friend Alice from downstairs asked me to come for a little while and…"
"It's all right. Go visit Alice. I rather like the idea of your being on good terms with the other maids in the building. And you've certainly earned some time off." Then, with a pleased chuckle, "Kate, what are you doing?"
But she knew only too well what the maid was doing. Kate had bowed her head and was pressing her lips to the freshly painted toenails. A kiss of thanks, a kiss of humility. Margalo smiled down, accepting the homage as her rightful due. Kate was no great charmer, of course, she had a lean body that was rather wiry – but her pleasant face was enhanced by neat chestnut-brown hair, and there was no denying the attractiveness of her lips. Thick lips, thick and full and ever-moist, the lips of a creature attuned to lewd lusts. So nice to have such an adoring slave! But if it kept on like this, that hot open mouth would soon be swallowing her foot right down.
"No more," Margalo murmured. But there was hardly a hint of command in her tone, and the servile caress continued. As she had known it would. Her toes wriggled as the truckling tongue licked and lapped between them in a manner that seemed to plead for further privileges. Only she wasn't ready to grant such privileges yet. "Let's not start anything serious, now."
"Umm?"
"That's enough, Kate." She brushed the instep of one bare foot against the maid's cheek. "We mustn't let ourselves get carried away."