Looking at her was a delight for the senses.

She was so beautiful, with her glittering black hair to the shoulders that somehow shone, beautiful, colorful eyes and a tan on the skin – neither very white nor dark, radiant to health and freshness. And the skin … her skin was like velvet – you just wanted to touch it, to sense it, to press …

Her body was fine, almost like a body of a girl, even though she was 27 years old.

Her name was Christina.

She was working in a big company, in a large room, with seven other people around her, five of them were women and two were men.

The first time she felt genuine interest to herself, she felt terribly embarrassed.

Not for anything else, but because she had never thought or expected to be liked by a woman.

Yana was a 43-year-old woman, but she looked no more than 35. She was sexy, intelligent, did not communicate with random people, and she looked as a very serious person. She had long red hair, almost black eyes and white skin. She dressed elegantly. She was very serious. She had well trained body with a big chest and a nice big butt. Her husband hadn`t paid any attention to her for a long time, which did not worry her at all, because her behavior gradually turned her love to him into kind of disgust. Both of them cheated to one another, but they both did not care.

Yana’s alienation to her husband slowly, but surely and steadily, influenced to her feelings about all other men. Not that she hated them, but they were indifferent, easily understandable, too simple, did not awaken any emotions in her. But Christina …. Christina captivated her the moment she saw her. She was just like a ripe apple that you want to eat.

At first she could not clearly understand what she wanted, what she could do with her, and how. However, after the time passed they spent some time together, had common projects and activities, and got to know each other. The little one (if she could be called like that) was a good girl.

Yana wanted a time to be alone with Christina – then she would leave the momentary desire, be able to provoke her and feel it – and understand clearly what might happen.

There had been colleagues for over half a year, a time in which Yana often watched Christina. She watched the movements of her body, how she waved her shiny hair, howled her thighs and her butt … she stared at the raised area at her bust, her fingers, her swinging lips when she spoke … Of course, she couldn`t  avoid Christina’s discomfort of this situation. It was inevitable not to feel her looks and desire, and Yana was not going to hide it.

Yana was very close to the two directors of the company – they respected her, always consulted with her about important things and listened to what she was saying. It was not a problem for her to achieve what she wanted in the company. And organizing a business trip was the easiest thing to do.

So, that is how this special moment came up.

She had a great business car available to go on a Friday morning. Christina had to accompany her.

Cristina was very worried when she was called and told that they were going to travel both and that they would be alone in a hotel room for two days. She was perfectly aware that Yana had a specific attitude and knew she was constantly watching her. She didn`t feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, she liked her, but she did not know how to behave or what to do.

They departed.

At last, two alone.

Yana had taken water, coffees, nuts, chocolates with them … she was older, and felt a bit as a  mother, because this role was familiar to her. They had been

talking for two hours. Yana knew very well that Christina had to relax. Relationships between women with sexual intimacy are quite peculiar and different from male / female relationships. There was some strange elusiveness, mystery and tickling. On one hand she is a woman, and you are the woman too, so you know perfectly what it is like, as if it were your own head, but on the other hand – knowing how specific you are as a female creature makes you understand that nothing is certain. Many things are clear, understandable – you even understand when you know that you are not supposed to understand something. All in one –  there was so much vague! Howerver, knowledge of such mysteries and acceptance is a prerequisite for a complete ability to put yourself in a different place. By looking at a mirror, but seeing the image of the other – it is you and not you at the same time.

Yana was telling the young girl about her marriage and her husband. Yana felt Christina sympathizing with her. By unlocking a woman’s mercy, you make her capable of enormous feats. The little one relaxed and began to actively ask, to share her secretes, to get more lively. They told a lot of things to each other – they seemed to have completely overcome the reserves of the service environment, and if Yana was doing everything purposefully and deliberately, Christina just achieved a state in which she did not feel any internal obstacles. For the first time, she had allowed herself to look at Yana so long and vigorously (so far she was doing it secretly).

They arrived, finished their tasks and were free. They ate, strolled, took pictures – they behaved like old friends. The age gap was only a matter of great curiosity because of a lesser life experience from Christina and a love-career attitude from Yana. She might have known her and sensed her, but Christina surprised her with joyful temper, freshness, positivism, and intelligence. The attraction to this wonderful creature was growing …

When they decided to go to the hotel, Christina asked surprisingly:

– We are in the same room, are not we?

– Only if you want that, – Yana said.

– I want,  – Christina said.

Yana smiled and squeezed her over her shoulder, slightly casually, and the little one laughed. There was no sign of her embarrassment.

– And do you want to get some wine or whatever you like?

– Yes, great.

Yana took wine and other things and went to the hotel room.

It was exciting for both – they were thirsty with curiosity and curiosity.

They settled down, left their things here and there, joking.

Yana entered the bathroom, then Christina, while Yana lit candles and poured wine. She leaned over the towel of the huge bedroom and enjoyed the good moments. Christina appeared in all her natural beauty – her perfectly smooth skin was wet, as if she had been covered with precious stones, and her shiny hair fell freely. There were marvelous shoulders – a soft curve, pleasantly rounded.

They both sat on the bed and drank wine.

That was an unexpected moment for Yana.

Christina came so close that her thighs leaned back, and then put her hand directly on her thigh – she immediately turned around and looked at the little one in her eyes, her hand sliding over her leg, then her arm stroked her shoulder. Their lips  searched and merged into a thirsty kiss. Yana’s hands did not stop touching the fairy skin of the young woman – so nice, soft, silky! The excitement made her so strong that her hands gently stroked that velvet, then buried her fingers in her smooth hair-she had fantasized hundreds of times about that! It was as if she wanted to inject into her veins the softness and tenderness that flowed from the little one. With one fast move, she waved her towel, and Jana lay on Christina, kissing her eagerly, their tongues spinning passionately, their chest pressed, their bellies rubbed, they were whimpering like wild kittens. Yana bit one of the little pupils, then kissed the other one, her tongue crawling on her neck, then she moaned the soft skin over her chest, and Christina growled more and more. She had lovely little breasts, reminiscent of oranges – tight, with small nipples that Yana licked like a trance. She went down to  her belly, than to her navel, and turned to the soft moss left in the shape of a sweet triangle. She sniffed it and made a screaming sound, resonating with the small one`s sounds, deeper and deeper. Yana gently stroked Christina’s clitoris, and she bent at once, lifted her back, and relaxed again. The tongue, dipped and dancing in her gentle rose, threw her into new emotional dimensions, hitherto unknown, but sweet as honey. Yana, wet and excited to the end, found strength to rise.

– Do not move, – she told the little girl.

Christina was so horny and timid that she did not move, and Yana quickly pulled a black cock out of her purse. She settled himself again between the little one thighs and slowly began to push the toy into her sweet wet pussy, and she bent again, sounded bloated, and then slowly penetrated to the bottom of her vagina. Yana sucked her wet, shy lips again, and then moved her tongue over her clitoris-with slow movements swirling. Christina moaned and felt it explode. The rhythmic lashes trembled at her thighs, especially the area closest to the vagina. Yana laughed her so well and skillfully that the little one had squeezed her hair tightly, screaming like a bitch, and shaking violently in ripples. As if a blast scattered her into a thousand small pieces, she melted in pleasure, a warm sweetness poured her in a beat with a clitoris and her vagina. The rose had been soaked, the vibrator was greasy with white fluids – Jana showed her it with a smile and lay down beside her. They moaned with passion.

The night was before them …

To be continued…

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