LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

She let Jennifer take her hand and lead her slowly into the cool bathroom; the dull Friday morning had
magically been altered, changed by fate into a day of vital psychological meaning for her. The room itself
was a welcome break from the stuffy bedroom that they had just left. Jennifer had redecorated and
modernized it herself earlier that year, and used her practical efficiency to tile the walls in soft blue
mosaic squares. A white synthetic fur rug carpeted the floor, wall-to-wall, and streamline glass cabinets
and shelves lined the walls, giving ample storage room for toiletries.
Patricia curled her toes into the deep piled rug as Jennifer secured the lock on the door. Jennifer stepped
up closely behind her and lightly placed her hands on the soft rounded shoulders, beginning to knead
Patricia's skin gently, relaxing the tensed muscles into a satin smoothness. Then, lowering her head,
Jennifer touched her mouth softly to the nape of Patricia's neck, planting tiny, wet kisses in a winding
trail, stooping lower and lower until she was on her knees. She reached up and planted her wide-spread
fingers on the base of the younger girl's spine, kneading there too until the rigidity of her muscles had
surrendered to her expert massage.
Patricia could feel the tension flow from her body in waves of exciting sensations. She swallowed
audibly, as she felt the adrenaline pumping through her limbs with sharpening intensity, and she let her
body go completely limp, submitting to the lovemaking which she herself had invited.
Slowly inching her body up to a standing position again, Jennifer turned Patricia around to face her,
running her eyes appreciatively over the beautifully tanned body in its complete nudity. Patricia blushed
deeply, still feeling extreme embarrassment under the other girl's frank stare, then turned away suddenly,
leaning forward over the bath and inserting the plug as she turned on both faucets full blast.
While she was in this revealing position, her buttocks splayed slightly ... opening the cheeks and
revealing the divine crease which sheltered her well-hidden back orifice. Then, turning around once
more, Patricia looked back at Jennifer who was now slowly removing all of her clothing with the
seductive movements of a stripper, all the while never taking her eyes off of the trembling body in front
of her. Patricia felt another flush of fear mounting in her stomach, she was still not sure that her new sex
adventure was wise, but it was too late now to stop, she knew that.
She strained further over the bath to adjust the flow of cold water, and as she bent forward again,
Jennifer could plainly detect the pink and partially opened lips of her vagina which protruded faintly from
between Patricia's fleshy thighs.
She gazed avidly upon the taut-muscled legs as the girl stretched herself. Patricia was seemingly unaware
that she was presenting this intimate area of herself to Jennifer's inspection and this added to the lesbian's
enjoyment of the situation.
Jennifer felt her breath quickening at the thought of the impending seduction and felt the hot burning coal
in the deep center of her loins grow more and more sensitive as she continued to view the vulnerable
openness of Patricia's wide-spread legs. When, at last Patricia straightened up, she turned slowly to face
Jennifer, her eyes hot with excitement. Jennifer had removed her sweater and bra, revealing a luscious
set of tits as large as firm, giant grapefruits.
Jennifer moved through the steam which was beginning to fill the room and laid her fingers on Patricia's
waist. Her fingers trembled at the touch ... the girl's skin was so incredibly soft, so sleek and smooth!
She fondled the flesh around Patricia's waist for a few moments, then eased her hands down until they
cupped the fleshy hip-bones.
"Take off my jeans, for me," Jennifer whispered, "I don't want to take my hands off you ... not for one
second."