SSSD - Alison, CCL Girl

“Can you do that for me?” Alison asks, cupping Signe’s face in her hands and gazing up at her directly.

Signe hesitates. It’s partly the language barrier and partly her disposition. She caves; Alison knew that she would.

“OK,” she says, and her eyes say it all: excitement and nerves, wrapped up tightly. People would expect a magnificent, lumberjack-looking Nordic woman like her to be supremely confident in all possible ways, but she’s just a person like everyone else. She’s no virgin, but this is obviously the first time that a younger woman has come at her this way.

“Good.” Alison kisses her right there on the sofa.

After a stiff moment of shock, Signe kisses her back. Even that much affection directed toward her from Signe’s powerful form is enough to kickstart Alison’s engine. A big hand lands softly on her waist. It’s like Alison’s layers aren’t even there, and Signe’s rough palm is directly against her skin, channeling pleasure lightning straight between her legs. A mere kiss, chaste and fully clothed, has never made Alison this wet before.

She breaks it, flushed and impressed.

“We should clean up,” she says.

Signe is just following orders now. Maybe she expects Alison to get frisky in the shower, but Alison doesn’t. Alison has to regroup, and showering together after that kiss without touching has to be doing things to Signe. Alison has chosen to take the initiative, but she really just wants to break the ice so that Signe can let out her desire. Alison wants to see what that will look like, although for the moment she has to settle for seeing Signe’s naked body as she washes.

Signe has a couple of scars on her left leg that must be from some kind of accident. There’s a layer of fat covering what must be some incredible abs. It’s not a belly, just softness. Her breasts are small in proportion to her otherwise large body, and her thighs are thick and defined. Her butt looks especially strong. She’s not some roided-out bodybuilder, but she could probably lift Alison with one arm and zero effort. Alison is weirdly compelled to touch her arms, and she controls herself. There’ll be time for that later.

Wrapped in towels, the journey from the shower to the room that they’ll be sharing is not dignified, but there’s no one to see. Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse. The quiet is almost too much.

Alison hesitates; Signe’s already inside the room.

“Alison?”

“I’m good.” Alison shakes her head and goes in, pulling the door shut behind her. The Americans don’t matter. It’s just her and Signe tonight.

She drops her towel, throws her other stuff aside, and goes straight to Signe. Signe puts her bundle of clothes and toiletries down with a little more care, and Alison rips her towel away and goes right in, pressing her body to Signe’s. It’s not all horniness; it’s freezing, and they’re damp from the shower. They have to share some heat.

Signe gamely enfolds Alison in her arms, and this time she’s the one who initiates the kiss. Even Signe’s tongue is strong, and this kiss with these two big hands caressing her back is enough to push Alison’s libido to its wildcat setting. It feels like her body is vibrating with need. Her thighs are slick and she’s tingly and sensitive.

Alison keeps her head. She has hands too, and Signe’s body does not disappoint. The softness is superficial; underneath is rock-hard power. Alison didn’t know that she was into this until this moment, but she is. She moans softly into Signe’s mouth, sliding her palms over the Norwegian’s broad, defined back.

The way that Signe gently, almost hesitantly touches Alison’s breast with her fingers drives out whatever sanity Alison has left. She looks up at Signe with a burning expression, firmly planting Signe’s hand on her boob. Signe takes the hint and plays with it a little more assertively.

“Oh God. Yes,” Alison purrs. She wants to melt, but she’s supposed to be the CCL girl.

Signe’s body twitches when Alison drops suddenly to her knees, coming face to face with Signe’s generous blonde bush. Her rather compact mound and thin, taut lips are merely pink and damp while Alison’s are no doubt swollen and red.

She goes for it. Signe’s already hard body becomes fully rigid at the touch of Alison’s tongue. Alison could be a little more romantic about this, but instead, she goes to town on Signe’s plump clit with her tongue until the Norwegian gasps and shudders.

The bed squeaks when Signe sits down, and it shrieks when Alison pushes her down and climbs over her to reach between her legs. She looks into Signe’s eyes as she touches her, then repositions to watch her hand as she slides two fingers inside. Signe doesn’t know what to do; one hand grabs the sheets while the other grips the metal bedframe.

Alison works her fingers for a moment, then bends down to use her mouth. With Signe’s juices on her chin, she lies down on top and kisses her while her fingers finish Signe off.

Signe isn’t vocal or theatrical in an orgasm, but the look on her face and the flexing of her Amazonian body is pretty hot. Alison eagerly snuggles up and covers them with the blanket as a slightly dazed Signe lies in the afterglow. Alison idly nuzzles, nips, and kisses everything but Signe’s mouth until she comes around to do her part.

Now there’s some sexy confidence in Signe’s gaze as she looks into Alison’s eyes and touches her body. Alison shivers when Signe fondles her breasts and she’s in a slutty enough place that she’s not thinking about the neighbors when Signe’s warm fingers reach her pussy.

Cumming under the covers with her voice half-muffled by Signe’s mouth is good. Lying spent in Signe’s arms afterward is even better.

Sleeping with sexy girlboss MILF Golda was fun and so was playing with Birgitte. This feels a little different. Alison has enough sense to recognize a post-orgasmic crush. It’s like lying in the arms of a jacked angel on a floating cloud of happiness. This would be worth learning Norwegian for.

Yet there’s still enough clear thought left for her to wonder about tomorrow. She could get up and see if these Americans need a hand with anything… or she could stay in bed with Signe all morning. What to do?