Memories of Flight 727 (Camren)

Chapter 6

Lauren 's bright green eyes grew with expectation as she probed the warm opening, working her way past the tight folds. She pushed a single finger in slowly, pausing ever so slightly to listen to Camila 's quiet sigh of delight. Then, just a little faster, she stroked the walls around her finger. After a long, breathless minute, she added a second finger and began to stroke Camila 's pussy even harder. A move that brought an instant rise in the volume and frequency of her moans.

Lauren 's thumb found the hard tip of Camila 's clitoris, and began to work a similar magic on that as well. She could feel the results of her motions in the body pressed tight against her own. A body already quivering with the tremors of an urgent need. A gentle quaking that was accompanied by an ever changing mix of sounds that spilled from Camila's lips.

Sounds that couldn't form words, but the meaning of which were crystal clear, echoed through the room. Too long without such comforts as she now enjoyed, it hadn't taken much to remind Camila's body what she had been missing.

The skill with which Lauren  worked her way into Camila's sexual core brought with it a sudden realization. An awareness that she had judged the woman which a preconception that had been oh so wrong.

A large part of her, despite the intimacies Lauren  had alluded to after dinner, still saw the twenty-five year old as that scared teenager in the bathroom of Flight 727. Locked in time as an inexperienced girl, unsure of herself and needing to be treated with pronounced care. It was an image she had carried for almost five years.

That view was forever shattered in one searing moment as Camila  felt the woman play a concerto with her excited clitoris. A concert so deft as to demonstrate a well practiced hand. It was not the equal of some of the lovers the brunette had shared her bed with over the years, but it was hardly that of the neophyte she had imagined Lauren to be.

Lauren  banished that appraisal forever as she slipped out of Camila's arms and dropped down on bended knees. She slowly pulled down the brunette's pink panties, taking her time to appreciate the beauty of her mound. Then she reached out with both hands and parted the folds like the petals of a rare flower.

Her action revealed a beauty she appreciated even more as she pressed her head forward and brought her mouth and tongue to that blossom that her fingers had just vacated. The gentle, moist touch of both was enough to cause Camila  to tremble even more, as the strength faded from her legs in one quick rush. She leaned back against the small table behind her for support, even as she reached down and placed her hands on Lauren's shoulders. A burden the topless woman freely accepted, encouraged in fact, as she intended to fill the woman before her with an even more draining euphoria.

In a short time more, Lauren  had Camila  moaning like the teenage girl the latter had mistakenly imagined her to still be as the green eyed woman's tongue slid back and forth, teasing her clit for a moment, then drawing circles across the equally sensitive flash around it. Then she would reverse direction and work her way back again.

Lauren inhaled deeply, taking in the fullness of Camila's warm and musky scent, even as she licked and explored more of her most intimate places. She could feel the brunette's body quaking against her, held in place only by the support of her new lover's form pressed against her. Uncontrollable waves of ecstasy washed over Camila  with resounding force, growing more intense with each repetition.

Camila  found herself in a place she hadn't been in far longer than she liked to admit. A bliss of which, now that she had been so wonderfully reminded of, was one she didn't want to give up. But she knew all too well that it was a joy that came with a cost. An ephemeral quality that made it all the more precious. The only consolation to its passing was that it always saved the best for last.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Camila  cried out, her yell echoing off the walls of the hotel room as her body became, if only for a handful of heartbeats, the stuff of heaven indeed.

Slowly, as the waves of passion faded, Camila  managed to stand again on her own and staggered over to the closest bed, dropping down on the edge of it. As she caught her breath, she thought back for a few seconds to Lucy's recounting of her encounter with Lauren  back on the plane. Time restraints had prevented her from having the then much younger woman take a turn between her own legs. If she had, and Lauren  had exhibited half the skill she just had, Camila  was sure it wouldn't have been her that Lucy would've been spending that weekend with.

"It's a pity that we didn't keep in touch after that," Camila  mused as she consigned the memory back to where it belonged. "I'd love to send her a little note, telling her that her little girl had certainly grown up."

"Still think that you're going to regret this in the morning?" Lauren  asked as a satisfied look, not unlike that of the cat that ate the canary, filled her face.

"Only if I'm foolish enough to let you out of here before then," Camila  grinned, her own visage filling with anticipation of what was to come.

A expression that caused Lauren's heart to race even faster as she closed the few steps between them and joined Camila on the bed.