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Hollow Girl

Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

shockingly florid place. Why couldn’t she even lift her head? Aela chuckled, and pushed her hips forward, her voice a hushed croak. “Come on, look. It's why you came isn't it? To see more of me? Or do you need a camera to hide behind?” Saskia flicked up her gaze, only to quickly look away as Aela delicately opened herself up. Saskia held up her hand. “Stop,” she said. Aela folded her arms, and peered down her nose. “I think I’ve made a bit of a fool of myself,” she said. “Sorry.” Saskia’s voice sounded small and pathetic, even to her own ears. “I only came to see if you maybe had my ring, I think I left it on the--“ “Your ring?” “Engagement ring.” A tear dropped onto her wringing hands, then everything came out. The stag. The torture of the ultimatum. The unfulfilling sex. Her deepest fear that she was doing the wrong thing. Aela listened without interruption, crouched at Saskia’s feet. When Saskia looked up again, it was into the woman's softening eyes. Aela passed her tea. Saskia took a gulp and chuckled wetly. “Sorry,” She said, “I didn't mean to lead you on. It's not you. I mean you’re very… very… sexy. It's just… I can't… I’m not normally a girl girl.” Aela smiled and squeezed her hand. “I'm not a girl girl either. I like a nice hard cock, sometimes, too. Kind of depends who's on the other end, in my opinion. The connection. I'm flattered, though, that you’re not normally into girls, yet--” “Yet I took that picture, quite.” Saskia smirked and she squeezed her hands ... between her knees. “You converted me.” Her ears warmed. Blushing? Seriously? What was the matter with her, she was never this… girly. Aela grinned. “Then let me show you my art,” she said. “First, more tea.” Aela didn't bother getting dressed again. She just stood and padded off, apparently unconcerned that Saskia’s eyes fluttered about her nipples and – when she replenished their cups from the pot – settled on her round cheeks and dipped into the tantalising gap below, to her prominent pink lips. Aela handed her a cup and sat beside her, necking her tea and nodding at Saskia to do the same. Saskia gulped and – even through the strange brew’s giddy rush -- crossed her knees and flicked her foot. This had gone too far. She decided she would be polite about the art, then bugger off home and “diddle” herself stupid. Twisting to face her, Aela took Saskia's hand and stroked her fingers with the pad of her thumb, in a slow and deliberate rhythm: Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, little finger. Saskia's giggles turned foolish against Aela’s seriousness, and disappeared altogether when the woman held up her free hand and mimicked the touches, but on her own fingers, with her own thumb. Saskia became mesmerised by their dance, copying the repeated, warm, soothing touch. “When it comes right down to it, art’s simplest purpose is to create resonance between two people,” Aela said. “Whether it's sculpture or music or writing or photography.” Index finger, middle finger, ring finger, ...