Tammy has been lusting after Lydia for ages. They attend the same gym and Tammy makes sure she’s there when Lydia goes. Lydia recently turned forty and has realized that there’s more to life than a career. She’s aware of Tammy’s interest in her and decides it would be good to get to know Tammy better and see what develops.
Damaris has loved Larnie for a long time, but Larnie’s unwilling to commit to a true relationship. They end up joining the gym together, and Larnie’s very nervous about taking this step.
Will these women deny what's in their hearts or will they find love?
Be Warned: f/f sex, anal play
Lydia slung her gym bag over her shoulder and said, “I think you shocked the new woman in the spin room.”
“What? How?” Tammy had seen the blonde woman standing there and thought no more about it.
“She blushed when you kissed me.”
Tammy laughed. “Maybe she was jealous. She’d likely do a whole lot more than blush if she knew what I have in mind for tonight.”
“And what’s that?”
“Wait and see.”
But they didn’t have to wait long. As soon as they got home Tammy dropped her clothing on the floor and dragged a chair into the bathroom, placing it in front of the floor-length mirror Lydia had there. Lydia never left the apartment without checking her clothing from every angle to make sure she was neat and tidy. This time Tammy planned to use the mirror for something much more interesting.
She laid a towel across the seat of the chair and called, “Come in here, Lydia.”
“I’m right here.” Lydia was standing just back from the doorway, still fully dressed.
“Now do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”
“Not the new woman at the gym, evidently.”
“Hell, no. I’ve been thinking about you. About making you come so hard you scream. About us both watching you come in the mirror.”
Tammy gazed at Lydia’s face in the mirror. Lydia’s eyes darkened and the lids dropped, giving her face a hot, lusty, slumberous look. Hell, yes. Lydia was aroused.
Tammy stepped across to her and helped her undress, then led her back to sit on the chair. “Wrap your legs around the chair legs. Open yourself up wide so we can see how pink your cunt is.”
Tammy felt her own cream dampen the insides of her thighs as she looked at Lydia’s pretty cunt in the mirror. Damn, she looked good. Resolutely Tammy stood behind the chair and placed Lydia’s hands on the chair back. “Grip the chair. No moving.”
Still standing behind the chair, Tammy used a hairbrush to gently stroke Lydia’s skin. She trailed the back of the brush down across one breast, then turned the brush over and tickled Lydia’s sides with the bristles. Next she kneeled down and teased up and down in the insides of Lydia’s legs, twisting the brush over and over so Lydia would never know whether the smooth back or prickly bristles would be on her skin next.
Only when she saw Lydia’s cunt had turned red and there was a damp patch on the towel, from Lydia’s cream, did Tammy stop.
“Now, masturbate while I watch.”
“It won’t take long. I’ll come very quickly.”
“That’s okay. But you have to keep your eyes open all the time. I want us both watching together.