Their lips met, and Camila quickly felt herself falling deep into a whirlpool of longing. She closed her eyes, taken aback for a moment by the strength of the woman who had just taken her in her arms. Not her physical strength, although there was a hint of that, but of the power of her desire, which was clearly, and quickly evident.
Lauren pushed her probing tongue deep within Camila's mouth, massaging the tip of its counterpart as it reached out to greet it. Camila returned Lauren's kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues danced erotically, spreading a warmth that soon filled every part of their bodies. A second kiss followed, then a third, until it was impossible to tell when one ended and another began.
Camila smiled and her mouth opened wide to take in Lauren's tongue once more. As they kissed, Lauren's hands cupped Camila's breasts, rubbing her thumbs against the hard nipples that instantly came to life at her touch, despite the twin layers of cloth that covered them. Camila moaned in soft delight, even as their mutual explorations grew with abandon.
Camila sought out Lauren 's mounds as well, hindered only by a single layer of clothing. The green eyed woman hadn't bothered putting a bra back on when she had changed clothes before dinner. It was an omission that thrilled Camila to no end.
An excitement that prompted her to seize the initiative, sliding her hands down across Lauren's stomach, to take hold of the bottom of her sleeveless blouse. The younger woman was quick to catch on and lifted her arms high to make Camila 's task easier. With one quick motion, she pulled the shirt up and off Lauren , letting it fall free from her fingers as soon as it was clear.
Even before the shirt left her hand, Camila's deep green eyes dropped to the twin treasures she had just unveiled, her focus quickly coming to rest on the small, quarter sized areola that capped each one. Camila covered both of them with outstretched palms, then pressed the center fingers of each hand against the dark pink circles, squeezing the tiny nipples between them.
Lauren responded with a gratifying purr. A sign of delight that grew in volume as Camila squeezed the soft flesh in her hands, even as her mouth again sought out Lauren's, to once more share in the arousal of her kiss.
Not totally willing to let Camila control what was happening, and fueled by an agenda of her own, Lauren moved her hands around Camila's waist. Her fingers closed on the clasp holding the cream colored skirt and worked it free, followed right after by the zipper beneath it.
Freed from all restraints, the skirt fell free, falling about Camila 's ankles. Not even pausing in her explorations of Lauren's larger breasts, Camila stepped out of the skirt and pushed it to the side. No sooner had it been discarded, Lauren brought her hands back up along the woman's legs, across the pink panties that covered the plump cheeks of her ass, and then inside the narrow elastic waistband of that undergarment. From there they again came to rest against the rounded flesh of Camila's ass, this time with not even that flimsy material to bar her way.
"Mmmmm," Camila moaned as she felt Lauren's fingers press hard against her ass, massaging the flesh with the same eagerness that the brunette was applying to the equally inviting globes in her own hands.
By accident or instinct, Lauren had quickly located one of Camila 's most sensitive spots. A find confirmed by the response of the older woman's body. Acting on that cue, the green eyed pulled Camila's cheeks apart and probed the even more susceptible area between with her fingers.
"God yes," Camila gasped as tiny electric sparks raced from between her legs, carrying the touch of Lauren's fingers across her body with lightning speed.
A touch that grew in intensity as Lauren worked her right hand across Camila's hip, to caress the pussy from the front as well. A smile filled the green eyes's face as she felt the dampness of the mound against her fingers. A wetness she had caused.
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.