This story is part of Tagg After Dark, a sapphic erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+.
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An hour later, Smyrna’s face hurt from grinning, and she was squeezing her legs together in delicious anticipation. Gowry’s soft hand on her thigh had steadily been inching dangerously closer to her sweet spot. Under the table, their legs were already intertwined.
Holding Smyrna’s gaze, with a single finger Gowry pressed against Smyrna’s clit, enjoying every quiver of the body under her spell. Gowry knew how to work a woman’s body, and she intended to play this one like a fiddle.
So, leaning across the table and deliberately touching her lips to Smyrna’s ear, when she whispered, “Want to move this to a darker alleyway?” she took great pleasure in the wide desperate eyes looking back at her, unable to refuse anything in that moment.
Stumbling out of the coffee shop, Gowry almost instantly had her left hand pressed against Smyrna’s ass. Breathing heavily, Smyrna swerved and grabbed at Gowry’s shoulders, attempting to pull that face in and finally taste those lips, but, with her free hand Gowry slapped away Smyrna’s attempt at domination.
“Not so soon, Princess.”
Gowry had Smyrna’s quivering body pressed to her side, left hand squeezing the soft flesh so easily accessible through the silk skirt.
Trance-like, Smyrna was guided by those strong hands into an alley not far from the cafe where minutes back, those dark eyes had been boring into her soul. Almost as if this alley was made for desperate acts and impatient lovers, the short stretch of road was lit by two flickering lamps at either end, and the only other source of illumination was the light dimly emanating from a second floor window with its curtains drawn.
Here, with a force that Smyrna hadn’t anticipated, Gowry slammed Smyrna against a parked Maruti Dzire. The cold metal of the car shot through Smyrna’s skin like a bolt, as, without preamble, Gowry half hoisted her onto the bonnet of the car, and greedily flung her skirt up, revealing her panties.
“Whose car…?” Smyrna’s question dissipated at the feel of Gowry’s mouth between her legs. She sighed deeply, eyes closing dreamily, as the head between her legs pressed deeper in, lips, nose, mouth and all. Pushing her thighs apart with each hand pressed on either knee, Gowry had Smyrna lean back a little, relinquishing more of herself to the slightly parted mouth.
“You want this bad, don’t you?”
Nothing but a moan escaped Smyrna’s lips, although she believed she must have nodded, and then threw her head farther back, arching her back and every vein in her neck.
Gowry, on her knees on the dark street and at eye level with the legs now thrown wide apart, eased a single finger into the pale pink panties, feeling the soft trimmed hair on the pubes. Teasing, and deliberately slowly, she traced the pubic region, as the body above let out another soft moan.
“Shushhhh, princess,” whispered Gowry, pressing a palm on top of the soft, slightly exposed stomach. “We have time enough, no?” And then, after some more teasing, she finally slid her finger into the eager, already wet space, feeling the stickiness oozing out. Slowly and with every movement measured, Gowry began to prod inside, curving her finger upwards a little, alternating between short circular motions and little thrusts.
“Yes”, moaned Smyrna, her voice trailing off into a sigh, “God, yes – right there…”
“You take God’s name in vain,” Gowry crooned. “No God can save you tonight, every inch of this body is mine.”
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