The rehearsal taste of Esme

'What shall I wear?' the young bride-to-be thought as she was about to get ready for their rehearsal dinner. Still two hours to go. She had asked her fiancé to be sandwiched between her new father-in-law and half-brother. Well, at least, that was how she visualised it. They both carried double the meat in their trunks, as her future husband and Esme were sure she would love it once the newlyweds were back from their honeymoon, them staying overnight on the weekend. Nothing like a deep, meaningful family bonding.

Now, Esme, focus, she reprimanded herself. How can I have some fun at the dinner? She wanted something with a deep plunging V-neckline all the way showing her belly button and displaying her tits, like a black halter maxi dress. Backless would be good. The dress should feature a deep open back and high leg slits to allow men deep open back and high leg slits so men could have easy access to her cheating pussy. And the dress should really be tight around her tits, she concluded.

She called the hotel shop and asked if they had something similar. The shop employee answered that she would be glad to come to her room and show her a wide selection; they also had a couple of dresses like that, but really short, which she might want to wear at the party afterwards. They needed ten minutes to prepare a rolling rod and would be at her room in no time, she promised. Esme thanked her and let her hand slide under her skirt, checking if her pussy had any stubbles. Yes, it needed a shave. Nothing like a smooth swollen mound, and somebody crawled under the table, lapping at her slit. She quickly shaved her pussy, making sure not a single hair was missed.

Just as she finished washing up, a soft knocking on her door was heard, and Esme quickly opened the door, finding a pretty girl from the shop standing there with a rolling rod full of clothes.

“Hi, come in. What is your name?” Esme asked.

“I am Zoe; nice to meet you!” The young girl answered excitedly, because this was the first time in her 19-year-old life she was helping a bride with an evening dress. And she was a true romantic!

“I am Esme. Here let me help you.” And together they rolled the heavy wardrobe cart into the room. Pushing together the heavy cart made them walk close to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and the young girl’s lovely scent, a mix of fruits and spring, reached Esme's nostrils. Esme glanced at her young breasts as her décolleté opened wider from the effort of moving the cart, and Esme could see two beautiful young tits swinging back and forth. Zoe wore no bra, and Esme wouldn’t want it to be different. Her soft nipples were resting, but it occurred to Esme that she could make them very hard.

A lovely shiver ran through her body as Esme remembered her pussy-eating college days. Not only had her best friends sat many times on her mouth, but they also worked as a team when two of them were holding a young coed in place as the third munched on her moist slit. But at the end, if she had to choose, she needed a big piece of cock inside her. Still, this young girl was very inviting, and Esme decided to flirt a little.

Esme closed the room door, but on purpose, not locking it. This was for Zoe to do, and it would force Zoe to have to decide if she wanted to stay in the room or not. As she walked back towards Zoe, who was standing with her back to her, she simply let her bathrobe drop and walked up behind Zoe, placing her well-manicured hands on her young shoulders. As Esme's hard nipples pushed against her back, Esme whispered, “You smell good, Zoe.”

Zoe stiffened, not having expected this. She turned around, and before she could say anything, Esme gave her a soft kiss on her lips. Zoe hesitated. Her mind was taking in the beautiful, naked breasts of Esme and her pink nipples pointing directly at her. Esme kissed her again onto her closed lips, and Zoe could feel the tip of her tongue dabbing at her, this time kissing her longer, her tongue wanting to be let in. Still, she hesitated. Intoxicated by Esme's perfume, Chanel simply stood there. Esme didn’t hesitate and kissed her again, her tongue licking Zoe's lips. Zoe felt a delicate hand slowly unbutton her blouse, the upper button first, Esme undressing her.

The moment her white blouse was completely open, the bride's hand slid underneath it, cupping her young breast through her feminine but conservative white bra, her thumb and index finger caressing her hidden nipple. Esme felt Zoe's nipple slowly get erect and pinched it, Zoe letting out a soft "oh!" Esme's intrusive tongue took its chance and darted inside her mouth, Zoe's tongue instinctively welcoming her. Esme's mouth was soft, warm, and undemanding as she returned for a second graze, then a third, each French kiss light as butterfly wings, testing, teasing, playing.

Slowly Esme lowered Zoe's white blouse off her shoulders, letting it drop onto the room's floor. Zoe was in her prime. Esme pulled back just enough to look at her, dark eyes heavy with desire, then let one hand drift behind Zoe's back, slowly, deliberately, until her fingers reached the three bras’ hook-and-eyes. Esme did one after another until the bra hung loose from Zoe's shoulders.

"Esme—" Zoe choked out, but the word dissolved into a moan as Esme rolled the stiff nipple between her fingers, pinching her gently time after time.

And then Esme's tongue was pushing inside Zoe again—slow, insistent, sliding past Zoe's teeth to explore the warm, wet cavern of her mouth with devastating thoroughness. The intrusion was intimate, obscene in the most exquisite way. Zoe whimpered as that slick tongue found hers again, stroking, tangling, claiming her mouth with lazy, devastating skill.

Jolts of pure, liquid lust shot directly to Zoe's pussy, making her clench around nothing, her panties suddenly soaked as Esme continued to toy with her nipple—rolling, pinching, and tugging in rhythm with the thrusts of her tongue. Zoe's knees buckled, her fingers digging into Esme's hips for support as she found herself kissing back helplessly, her own tongue tentatively meeting Esme's, tasting wine and woman and something lustful, more intoxicating.

Esme groaned into her mouth, the vibration travelling between them, and deepened the kiss—no longer gentle, no longer tentative, but hungry, consuming, her tongue fucking Zoe's mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that made Zoe's hips jerk forward, seeking friction, seeking anything to ease the throbbing ache that had bloomed between her legs.

"That's it," Esme breathed against her swollen lips, pulling back just enough to speak, her fingers still plucking at Zoe's aching nipple. "Let me love you, Zoe. Let me show you."

Zoe moaned, highly aroused by Esme's actions, and placed her hands on Esme's shoulders, pulling her closer. Esme lowered one hand on her back towards the zipper of her business skirt, easily lowering it and opening her skirt all the way. Zoe felt what she was doing and moaned again, surrendering to her first ever kissing with a woman. Esme tried to lower Zoe's skirt, but it was too tight on her hips. The moment Zoe noticed this, she willingly wiggled her hips to assist her, and soon it was draped around her ankles. Without losing a heartbeat, Zoe stepped out of them, the young woman now standing naked in front of her lovely tormentor, but for her black panties and heels.

Esme came up for air and instructed Zoe to undress. Her thumbs quickly found the hem of her white panties and lowered them over her young hips, letting them fall down and carefully stepping out of them. There she was, standing highly aroused and naked in front of Esme minutes after having entered her hotel room.

“If you lock the door,” Esme whispered, “I will eat you out. Or you can leave.”

Zoe turned around and walked slowly towards the room door. The moment she reached it, she had an even better idea. Carefully opening the door to its widest, she placed a small table in front of it, preventing it from automatically closing again. As she turned around, walking back into Esme's arms, she replied to the bride, “Now everybody can watch us.”

"Lie back," Esme commanded softly, guiding her toward the bed.

Zoe sank onto the soft bed, her thighs pressing together instinctively, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Esme climbed onto the bed between her legs, her blonde hair spilling over Zoe's thighs as she positioned herself, her hands pushing Zoe's knees apart with gentle but firm insistence.

"Look at you," Esme breathed, her gaze fixed on Zoe's glistening sex, already swollen and wet with arousal. "So ready for me. So needy."

She didn't make Zoe wait. Esme lowered her head and dragged her tongue in one long, slow stroke through Zoe's labia, from the bottom all the way to the top, circling her clit with the tip of her tongue before pulling back to suck the sensitive nub between her lips.

"Oh god—" Zoe cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands flying to Esme's hair, gripping tight. "Esme, please—"

Esme hummed against her clit, the vibration sending waves through Zoe's pussy, and began to eat her in earnest—long, lavish licks interspersed with pointed flicks of her tongue against Zoe's throbbing clit, her lips sucking, her chin slick with Zoe's arousal. She was hungry, her hands sliding under Zoe's ass to lift her closer, to open her wider, to give her tongue deeper access to the moist opening of Zoe's pussy.

"You're dripping for me," Esme gasped, looking up at her, her lips shiny wet. "I can taste how much you want this, Zoe."

She didn't wait for an answer, diving back in with new need, her tongue plunging inside Zoe's tight slit, fucking her with deep, paced dabs while her thumb worked on Zoe's clit. Zoe's heels dug into the mattress, her hips bucking as the pressure built, tight and hot deep inside her belly.

"Esme, I'm going to—oh god, I'm—"

She came with a soft cry, her orgasm crashing through her without warning, her thighs clamping around Esme's head, as waves of pleasure broke from her young cunt. Esme didn't stop, her tongue continuing to lap at Zoe's wet cunt, extending the orgasm, until Zoe was crying, oversensitive, trying to wriggle away.

But Esme held her firm, her grip on Zoe's hips strong. "One more," she murmured against Zoe's swollen folds, her breath hot. "Give me one more, Zoe. I know you can."

"Esme, I can't—it's too much—"

"You can," Esme insisted, and sealed her mouth over Zoe's clit, sucking hard, her tongue flicking rapid, merciless strokes against the overstimulated bud.

Zoe thrashed on the bed, the sensation bordering on pain but somehow changing into pleasure, building again, ignoring her protests, forgetting the sensitivity that made her toes curl. Esme was merciless, her fingers joining her mouth, two digits sliding easily into Zoe's wet, soaked tunnel, finger-fucking her in a quick pace.

"Come for me again," Esme demanded, her voice vibrating against Zoe's flesh. "Let yourself go on my tongue."

Zoe exploded with a scream this time, her second orgasm even more intense than the first, her body shaking, as her juices flooded Esme's chin, her pussy clamping down on Esme's fingers in spasms that seemed to go on forever. Esme kept licking her until Zoe lay panting on her bed; Zoe's skin was shiny from her sweat.

Esme crawled up her body, kissing her way up Zoe's trembling stomach, her breasts, her neck, until she reached Zoe's panting mouth, her lips and chin glistening with Zoe's essence. She kissed her tenderly, letting Zoe taste herself, their tongues sharing her taste.

"Your turn," Zoe whispered against her mouth, still trying to catch her breath. ”Your turn.”

She rolled Esme onto her back and quickly lowered herself in between her legs.

Zoe hesitated for only a moment before lowering her head, her tongue darting out to taste the bride's slit. Esme moaned, her hips lifting off the bed, her fingers threading through Zoe's hair to guide her. "That's it," she encouraged. "Just like that. Oh! Take me."

Zoe found her rhythm, her tongue exploring Esme's labia with curious laps, learning about Esme, the way she gasped when Zoe's tongue circled her entrance, and the way she whined when Zoe avoided her clit. She lapped Esme's pussy with more confidence now, her hands sliding under Esme's thighs to grip her hips, holding her steady as she ate her out.

"Good girl," Esme panted, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving. "So good. Don't stop. Right there—oh god, right there—"

Zoe could feel Esme climbing toward the edge, could feel the tension building in her thighs, the way her breath was irregular now, and her fingers tightened in Zoe's hair. She kept her pace steady, licking and sucking but never quite applying the final clit lick Esme needed to cum. She would bring her to the brink, feel her muscles tense, hear her beg—"Please, Zoe, please make me come"—and then she would stop, her tongue licking somewhere else, preventing Esme from cumming.

"You're killing me," Esme gasped, her hips bucking, searching release. "Zoe, please—I need to come. Make me come."

But Zoe looked up from between her thighs, her chin wet, her eyes dark with newfound power, and she smiled—a slow, wicked smile.

"Not yet," she whispered. “I want you horny at the dinner.”

To be continued.