Getting closer

Sarah’s smaller breasts sliding against hers as they both pant for air. Amy draws her head back a little, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face – looking into Sarah’s brown eyes. For a moment they’re both deer in the headlights, frozen with surprise: surprise at each other, at themselves.

“You are cold,” Amy whispers, accusingly.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry! I’m sorry. I’m—”

For a few moments, a few fast heartbeats, silence. Sarah trembles with the effort of saying so still. And then…

Without a word, with one intention, they both move into the kiss. Amy’s eyes flutter closed, feeling, tasting, first the sweetness of Sarah’s lips – what flavour of balm is that? – and then her heart skips a beat as their tongues slide past each other, hungry for more.

She’s more breathless than ever when finally they break apart again, Amy wondering if she’s gone completely red with the flush of embarrassment and arousal. Never in her life has she done anything this impulsive, but it just feels so – so right. She can see confusion and concern and what she reads as a haze of lust in Sarah’s eyes.

“Want me to help you out of those?” she whispers.

Sarah’s eyes dart around. Really trying not to notice where the swell of Amy’s bosom bulges up between them, above the cover of the towel.

“Yes,” she whispers, after a moment.

Undressing herself was a chore. Sarah’s clothes are no less a mess, but Amy finds it an almost scandalously enticing experience to carefully, every so carefully, take them off. Exposing more and more wonderfully toned brown skin, the sculpted beauty of Sarah. Sarah, meanwhile, is getting an eyeful every time the towel slips lower; skin brushing against skin, a heat that goes beyond the uncomfortable blast of air from the fans.

Working together, with a final effort, Sarah’s clothes pull free; her sports bra and her panties remain the last tantalising veils of cover, that she doesn’t seem ready to part with yet. Her hands shaking, Amy wraps the towel around them both, pulling her naked body against Sarah’s near-naked one. Wondering what’s come over her, wondering if this is torment for Sarah or a taste of something like heaven. Or both at once.

“Thank you,” Amy whispers. “Now we can warm each other up.”

Sarah lets out a noise that isn’t speech, a mewl of distress. For a moment Amy wonders if she’s misjudged, completely—

—but then she feels a touch on her hip, Sarah’s hand sliding around, getting a better grip – squeezing the soft curve. Pulling her closer…

…And Amy is more than happy to oblige, her big breasts now brushing closer against Sarah’s chest, closing for another kiss.