Played with

The two beautiful females gazed upon them, one young and soft and trembling, the other mature and hard and fierce.

Liz placed her sharp nails upon the hands that clenched the sides of the box. They clenched beneath her, the knuckles turning white, ripping the cardboard beneath them. Softly she traced the red spikes up the tender forearms, stopping to stroke the soft flesh of the inner elbow, moving on as the arm spasmed. She rubbed the glossy lengths up the toned biceps to the shivering shoulders, letting the four dance slowly upon the muscles of the shoulders.

For a long moment they stayed there, her hand poised like a tigress' paw, claw ready to rake downward.

Rachel's breathing came uneven, her shoulders tense beneath the woman's talons, fear amplifying every sensation, including the excitement.

When the claws finally moved it was lightly, trailing softly towards Rachel's breasts, veering only at the last moment as Rachel's eyes slid closed in anticipation, then open in confused disappointment as the nails trailing light across the thin sensitive skin of her ribs.

Rachel's breasts all but quivered at the woman's hands breezed past her, nothing but air and perhaps the tiniest brush of hair disturbing them. And yet, her nipples ached so much and their sides felt so hungry and needy, as if the pores wanted to open just to suck in the air that had touched Liz's skin.

Past the heaving breasts the nails spread, tickling across the flat expanse of taut muscles, travelling over more and more of the heat filled areas of Rachel's body. The farther down they went the more heated she became, until at bare patch of skin where her legs diverged from her body.

Rachel groaned as the hands spread wide, veering with the legs, rotating until the thumb traces the thigh and the others spread across the side of her hip and butt. They squuezed just a little, contracting the skin outward just a little, though she could swear that she felt it rub her clit.

Downward the hands went, letting the nails trace the skin of her front out outer legs. They rested atop her knees at the top of the crumpled box and swept down along the side of her calves until they reached her feet.

Deft fingers undid the straps of her shoes, pulling them from her feet and tossing them aside to mingle with the dozens of others filling the room.

Liz brought her hands back up and over Rachel's knees, leaning forward until her chin rested atop the edge of the box and her fingers slid up her thighs and under her skirt. Rachel shuddered as they stopped under the elastic of the panties, twisting it around her two fingers.

Their eyes locked, smoldering.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Liz asked in her smokey voice.