A spill

As she rounded the corner Mrs. Cruz found Claire filling a glass with ice. The sprinter drank several cups from the tap while animatedly enjoying the AC. She drank greedily, and Mrs. Cruz watched the water as it dripped from the side of her mouth, down her neck, between her breasts, and over her sculpted abs. Arousal ran through her body as she found herself _staring _at the girl. She quickly averted her eyes walked to the fridge as a distraction.

"Hungry?" She shuffled around the fridge, not sure what to grab at first.

"Yes" Claire smiled.

She _was _hungry. She could feel the older woman's gaze linger on her, could hardly believe that it was happening. After spending the last week trying to drop hints at Jessica, she wondered if the pheromones from the herbalist did anything at all. This was something else entirely. Her friend's mother had more desire in her eyes than she had ever seen before. She'd only _read _about this look in her own mother's raunchy romance novels. A flush of arousal washed over her and she became hyper sensitive to all of the sweat on her body. Her nipples hardened instantly as the gentle breeze from the AC washed over her, and a familiar ache began to build in her crotch. She was on the brink of shaking, but she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or her own nerves.

Mrs. Cruz decided on a small container of yogurt and turned to hand it to her daughter's friend. She found her eyes glued to the outline of the girl's small nipples through her running shirt. Another jolt of lust. Her mind reeled, wondering what has brought this on. It couldn't be lack of sex, she's been entertaining her husband at least once a week since he retired a few months ago. She's known this girl for half of her life, why would she suddenly have such urges?

Claire set her glass down and took the yogurt cup from Mrs. Cruz's hand, peeling the foil off. Without thinking, she licked the foil clean of its residue as she always would. This hypnotized Mrs. Cruz. A nervous laugh brewed in her belly, but she kept it down. Being looked at like this felt great, but she wasn't used to it coming from women that were older than her. It felt amazing, felt right. She took another drink, letting more water run down her sensitive body. To her surprise, Mrs. Cruz grabbed a hand towel off of the counter and placed it on her stomach to catch the water. This contact made her flinch, and she made a noise that she did not intend to.

Mrs. Cruz could stop herself. She grabbed the towel without thinking, her head still spinning through absolute desire for her daughter's young friend. The water soaked through the towel in seconds, and after a few moments she could feel the young sprinter's body heat through the towel. Glancing upward, she could see that Claire was staring her down with anticipation.

"I'm already wet enough," Claire grinned, "A bit more won't do any harm"

The teen deliberately poured more water on her chest; enjoying it's icy trail dripping down her body to the waiting towel. Her body ached with need that no ice water could quench. Before she could make a move, Mrs. Cruz suddenly stood up, flustered and blushing, and ran from the kitchen to her up stairs bathroom.