“How about a boy sandwich?” the naked Indian woman responded.
Allison paused topless, still wearing just her pale office skirt, which contrasted with and emphasised her tall ebony frame. The bathroom shower pounded unheeded behind them
“Hmmm… Just one boy between the two of us?” she responded at length.
“Its been done before,” Anita reminded her.
“And did he live to tell the tale?”
“I think we left him for dead in the downstairs living room,” responded Anita with mock regret.
“Heh, yeah,” replied Allison, chuckling at the memory, “we are pretty damn hot aren’t we?”
“Damn hot,” agreed the Indian woman, pulling her friend closer by the waistband of her skirt. “So, do I get my boy toy, then?”
“I’ll think about it,” responded her black friend, noting the slightly shorter woman’s close proximity to her breast now.
Smiling, Anita took the hint. She pulled her friend closer again and dipped her head to kiss the large ebony breast before her. Allison sighed in contentment as familiar lips kissed all around her dark aureole.
“Mmmm, that feels good…”
Anita did not reply, but took the black woman’s nipple her teeth and began to gnaw at it. Allison gasped at the sensation. Then the Indian kissed her way up her friend’s breast to end up finally on Allison’s sensitive lips. As they kissed and ran fingers through each other’s dark hair, Anita reached down with her free hand and unbuttoned the other’s skirt. After a slight push, it fell to the floor and Allison stepped out of it as her friend began to push her back towards the shower.
Once inside the cubicle, the water pounded down on sensitive flesh, heightening sensation. Without becoming unglued from each other’s lips, they fumbled for shower gel and shampoo.
With a skill that Jo would have envied, the two young women unstopped bottles, poured out blobs of creamy liquid and applied them to soft skin and lustrous hair.
But if, when their task was completed, they had any illusions about continuing into other more intimate pampering, they were sorely mistaken. Suddenly there was a banging on the door, then Suki and the twins tumbled into the bathroom – all naked and all slick with perspiration.
Anita and Allison did not let the presence of their friends faze them. They continued their lingering kiss until at length they chose to part.
“I assume you want to use the shower,” commented Anita matter-of-factly. The newcomers nodded dumbly.
“Well, don’t be long,” instructed Allison. “We want a boy sandwich. Now its time to get dressed to kill.”
With that the naked dark skinned couple sauntered out, hand in hand. |