ALICE Ch 206

Erica shuts the door and pushes Glynda against the wall. She knows what Glynda wants, and there’s some affront in the fact that Glynda thinks she can just walk in here and get it. No. Most of the tension in the older woman is from Formula One. A tiny sliver of it is self-consciousness about the gamble she has taken on Erica tonight. Glynda wants distraction and perhaps to express some frustration.

There are things that could be said, and Glynda’s defensive, borderline hostile grimace makes it clear that she expects them.

Instead of speaking, Erica comes close and tests her by reaching out for Glynda’s glasses. Breathing deeply, Glynda lets her. That’s good enough for Erica. There’s no need to tease Glynda or mock her.

Erica throws the glasses away and kisses her. Glynda is stiff and hesitant for a moment. She doesn’t exactly kiss Erica back, but she accepts it, and a little of the tension leaves her. Erica feels Glynda’s fingertips on her waist. Glynda can be hesitant all she wants, but that’s not Erica’s style. She jerks the robe open, revealing Glynda’s nude body. As much as she wants to look, she can’t resist just kissing Glynda harder. So she looks with her hands, caressing as much of Glynda’s soft, warm skin as she can.

That’s enough to get Glynda to kiss back, although she may not realize that she’s doing it. Once Erica’s hands are on her chest, Glynda’s body language becomes restless. It takes a lot of willpower to abandon Glynda’s heavy breasts, but Erica wants to make her feel it. She slides one hand down Glynda’s smooth belly and finds her hot and ready down there. She could rub over those thick, damp curls all night. Instead, she ignores Glynda’s clit and slips a finger inside.

Now she teases, kissing Glynda’s neck as she gently moves her finger just enough to drive the other woman insane. Glynda’s hand grabs between Erica’s legs, fondling roughly. Erica breaks the kiss and just looks at her. Glynda sets her jaw and lets out a little snort of annoyance, but there is no contest here. Or if there is, Glynda has no illusions about her chances. Red and breathless, Glynda turns around and puts her hands on the wall. She’s still wearing the robe, but Erica doesn’t care. She pushes it out of the way and pulls her cock out of her briefs, pushing and humping against Glynda’s plump, bare ass as she plants a few more kisses on her shoulder. Glynda groans, and Erica grabs her cock and puts it in.

She buries her face in Glynda’s hair, Glynda hisses, and they move together, finally in agreement on something.

When it’s over, neither is in a hurry to move. Erica stands with one hand on Glynda’s hip and the other clutching a pillowy breast. Glynda’s still biting her knuckle, eyes shut tightly, sagging against the wall.

She says nothing when Erica pulls out. Glynda just straightens her robe and belts it, then picks up her glasses and stalks out without even a look at Erica.