Time to test Julie

Sun returned with a large pink bag with a large ‘S’ and ‘L’ emblazoned in black on the bag. “Number one good. We must get number two now.” Sun was referring to the outfits of course. Sun approached Julie and stood directly in front of her towering creation, Julie’s tits, were temptingly close to her mouth as she delicately lowered the zipper on Julie’s top. Sun helped Julie out of the top, folding it neatly and placing it in the bag. “You very pretty girl,” Sun complemented, taking the skirt from around Julie’s waist. She folded the skirt and put it in the bag. Ever so gently, Sun placed her hands on Julie’s breasts, gently stroking the soft skin. “You so soft,” her words seeming to float from her mouth and echo through the room as she unclasped the hooks between the red oyster shells, which sprung to the sides, exposing Julie’s naked breasts once more. Sun placed the bra into the bag.

Julie was suddenly flooded with the Sapphic passion again, feeling herself flush from the complements, and Sun’s more determined soft caresses. When Sun sighed, Julie could feel the sudden rush of warm air blow across her nipples, which suddenly ached for attention. Julie knew the ache, also knowing that only a warm, wet mouth could soothe the tightness building in her chest. But she wasn’t gay, her mind screamed to her again, as her eyes clouded with lust and desire. Yet Sun’s fingernails continued to rake across the supple skin, teasing Julie beyond comprehension. Julie matched Sun’s sigh with her own, afraid to move, yet wanting Sun to take the initiative.

Sun suddenly and abruptly left Julie’s tits, tugging on the two bows decorating Julie’s hips. Her panties stayed in place, held there by the waistband of her fishnet hose. Sun easily fished her finger under the nylon and ran her knuckle along the wet slit again, pressing more easily into Julie’s opening as she pulled the panties off, making Julie moan. She tossed them into the bag, staring at Julie’s now unobstructed passion flower. “Very pretty,” Sun echoed, lightly grazing her index finger along the glistening, slitted opening.

Julie’s eyes rolled back into their sockets, so all she saw was blackness, as the words, “Oh my God,” spewed uncontrollably from her mouth. She was frozen like a statue, unable and unwilling to stop Sun from proceeding into what was once forbidden land for Julie. Sun’s finger pressed harder, gently spreading the soft petals of Julie’s flower open as her fingertip disappeared beneath the enveloping flesh. Julie’s heavy sigh mixed with a moan as Sun’s finger drew a wet circle around the knob at the top of her opening. Julie’s mind no longer screamed at her, relishing in the pleasurable sensations coursing through her veins. Sun’s hot breath returned, blowing warm air through the thin nest of blonde curls as her finger continued to tease the delicate opening.

Sun knew she had Julie; she just needed to figure out how she wanted to take her. She could take her hard and fast, or easy and slow; either way, Sun knew Julie would like it, and so would she.