“You can see the Transamerica Tower outline.”
“Do you think that’s Candlestick Park?” Anthea pointed to a bright glow of lights across the dark area of water far to the south.
“No, you couldn’t see it from here. You can see the Oakland Coliseum, though.”
“Where?”
Paula leaned across Anthea, pointing and describing until Anthea said she could see it. Then
Paula turned to look at Anthea, their faces only a few inches apart. All of Anthea’s hesitation faded. She hadn’t felt a jolt of passion like this in ages. Since before Lois’s first affair. Paula must have seen it in her eyes, because she leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to Anthea’s.
“Mmm,” she said. “Very nice.” She kissed Anthea again, this time a little harder. Anthea relaxed back into her seat. Somewhere along the way she found her arms around Paula. Paula’s hands swept over her breasts, then her stomach and Anthea arched into Paula’s embrace.
“You don’t hold anything back, do you?” Paula’s hands returned to Anthea’s breasts, recreating the same arching reaction. Anthea suddenly felt as if she were doing this too easily, but it felt so good. “I like it,” Paula said. Her fingers went to the buttons of Anthea’s blouse. Two were open before Anthea found her voice.
“Why don’t we go to my house? It’s not too far.”
“Move the seat back,” Paula said.
“Uh, I’d prefer more privacy,” Anthea managed to say.
“We’ll leave in a minute, but I can’t wait to touch you. Move the seat back.” Paula’s voice was husky. Her lips nuzzled at Anthea’s throat. Anthea found the button and the seat slowly slid backward.
What am I doing, she thought, as she pushed the button to make sure the doors were locked.
Paula straddled her and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers slipped inside and Anthea shuddered, her skin turning to gooseflesh. “Why don’t you put the seat down a little?” Anthea
hesitated. “We aren’t doing anything wrong, you know.”
She found the control and the seat reclined backward until Paula had enough room to bend … Anthea shuddered as Paula opened her blouse completely and kissed the exposed parts of Anthea’s breasts.
Anthea didn’t resist when Paula stripped her of her blouse and bra. Her head was whirling, her legs trembling. She realized Paula’s crotch was grinding down on her own she arched up to meet it and was delighted to hear Paula moan.
And then she fell back to the seat, and Paula’s lips caressed her shoulders, then lower, across the plane of her chest. She stretched and encouraged Paula to taste her further. No, she wasn’t holding anything back. In a very small part of her mind, she was writing headlines like WOMEN ARRESTED NAKED IN CAR and LESBIANS PLUNGE OVER CLIFF WHILE HAVING SEX. She grappled at the emergency brake it was set. Then she didn’t care anymore.
Paula’s mouth at her breasts the fierce and passionate movements of lips and tongue made Anthea long for that same attention between her legs. The thought of it sent pins of desire through her. She put her hand on the seam at Paula’s crotch and heard Paula moan again.
“Should we go back to my place?” Anthea gasped.
“No, no,” Paula said. “Let’s do it here. I’m so hot for you.”
Hot, yes. Anthea knew she was, too. But Paula wasn’t hot for her, just hot. She was not mistaking
this encounter for more than it was. Anthea admitted to herself that she was in the same condition. She wanted to have sex. And like this well, Lois could go to hell with her accusations that Anthea had been boring. Lois should have tried this. A new surge of passion and a sense of delight filled her. As her hands went to Paula’s shirt, slowly pulling it out of her pants, she felt as if she were slipping out of a cocoon.
“No,” Paula murmured. “You don’t have to do that. Just… put the seat down the whole way. Oh, yes, that’s better.”
Her mouth returned to
“Do you think that’s Candlestick Park?” Anthea pointed to a bright glow of lights across the dark area of water far to the south.
“No, you couldn’t see it from here. You can see the Oakland Coliseum, though.”
“Where?”
Paula leaned across Anthea, pointing and describing until Anthea said she could see it. Then
Paula turned to look at Anthea, their faces only a few inches apart. All of Anthea’s hesitation faded. She hadn’t felt a jolt of passion like this in ages. Since before Lois’s first affair. Paula must have seen it in her eyes, because she leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to Anthea’s.
“Mmm,” she said. “Very nice.” She kissed Anthea again, this time a little harder. Anthea relaxed back into her seat. Somewhere along the way she found her arms around Paula. Paula’s hands swept over her breasts, then her stomach and Anthea arched into Paula’s embrace.
“You don’t hold anything back, do you?” Paula’s hands returned to Anthea’s breasts, recreating the same arching reaction. Anthea suddenly felt as if she were doing this too easily, but it felt so good. “I like it,” Paula said. Her fingers went to the buttons of Anthea’s blouse. Two were open before Anthea found her voice.
“Why don’t we go to my house? It’s not too far.”
“Move the seat back,” Paula said.
“Uh, I’d prefer more privacy,” Anthea managed to say.
“We’ll leave in a minute, but I can’t wait to touch you. Move the seat back.” Paula’s voice was husky. Her lips nuzzled at Anthea’s throat. Anthea found the button and the seat slowly slid backward.
What am I doing, she thought, as she pushed the button to make sure the doors were locked.
Paula straddled her and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers slipped inside and Anthea shuddered, her skin turning to gooseflesh. “Why don’t you put the seat down a little?” Anthea
hesitated. “We aren’t doing anything wrong, you know.”
She found the control and the seat reclined backward until Paula had enough room to bend … Anthea shuddered as Paula opened her blouse completely and kissed the exposed parts of Anthea’s breasts.
Anthea didn’t resist when Paula stripped her of her blouse and bra. Her head was whirling, her legs trembling. She realized Paula’s crotch was grinding down on her own she arched up to meet it and was delighted to hear Paula moan.
And then she fell back to the seat, and Paula’s lips caressed her shoulders, then lower, across the plane of her chest. She stretched and encouraged Paula to taste her further. No, she wasn’t holding anything back. In a very small part of her mind, she was writing headlines like WOMEN ARRESTED NAKED IN CAR and LESBIANS PLUNGE OVER CLIFF WHILE HAVING SEX. She grappled at the emergency brake it was set. Then she didn’t care anymore.
Paula’s mouth at her breasts the fierce and passionate movements of lips and tongue made Anthea long for that same attention between her legs. The thought of it sent pins of desire through her. She put her hand on the seam at Paula’s crotch and heard Paula moan again.
“Should we go back to my place?” Anthea gasped.
“No, no,” Paula said. “Let’s do it here. I’m so hot for you.”
Hot, yes. Anthea knew she was, too. But Paula wasn’t hot for her, just hot. She was not mistaking
this encounter for more than it was. Anthea admitted to herself that she was in the same condition. She wanted to have sex. And like this well, Lois could go to hell with her accusations that Anthea had been boring. Lois should have tried this. A new surge of passion and a sense of delight filled her. As her hands went to Paula’s shirt, slowly pulling it out of her pants, she felt as if she were slipping out of a cocoon.
“No,” Paula murmured. “You don’t have to do that. Just… put the seat down the whole way. Oh, yes, that’s better.”
Her mouth returned to
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