Laura Embraces her New Identity and Desires
Laura feels breathless. She’s likely imagined a woman nude a million times, but Eloise is more than she ever could have dreamed. A picture of perfection, if Laura is honest.
Toned and tanned, Eloise is curvy, yet lean. Her waist is taut, a child-free life obvious. By the defined smoothness of her rounded hips, it’s clear Eloise spends a good amount of time in the gym and maintains a healthy lifestyle.
Laura notes that although Eloise’s skin tone is darker, her nipples lighter, thighs thinner, she’s not much different from Laura. In fact, those differences entice Laura to explore more.
Painted toes draw attention to long legs that lead to a carefully waxed slit. Laura finds herself captivated by how neat and tidy it all looks. A perfect tuft of red hair sits above, like a cherry on top of a sundae. The only thing Laura can compare her sex to is a pastrami sandwich, heavy on the pastrami.
“You’re beautiful,” Laura whispers, but Eloise hears.
“You’re beautiful too, Laura.”
Laura doesn’t know how to feel about Eloise’s praise. She knows she’s not unattractive, but compared to Eloise, she’s an ugly duckling.
“Stop that!” Eloise says, and Laura’s cheeks flush. She silently reminds herself she really should learn to tame her facial expressions.
“Don’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else, for that matter. Your life has differed from mine. I’ve had the luxury of unlimited time, vacations, personal trainers. You’ve given other human’s life. That’s quite an extraordinary feat. The marks your body may or may not have are badges of honor for doing an exemplary job. Be proud of that. Not everyone is able.”
Laura knows Eloise is right, but says nothing, and simply continues her unabashed inspection of Eloise’s nudity.
“So, now that you’ve seen a woman naked. How do you feel?” Eloise asks, clearly changing the subject.
Laura’s fingers twitch, so she balls her hands into fists. A warm sensation fills her belly, and it only takes a moment for her to recognize it as arousal. She’s glimpsed this sensation but has never let it build. Never let it become a fire in her belly, a weight in her core. A desire to be touched, to touch, to claim and be claimed. Now that she has Eloise before her, open and willing, Laura barely hesitates before she asks, “May I touch you?” The ease of her words shock her.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Laura takes two steps, then a third. Her breath falters, her hands shake. She cups Eloise’s cheek tenderly. She’s thought of being touched this way a thousand times, maybe a million. But it feels so right to be on the opposite angle.
Laura only stalls for a moment before using the back of her fingers to trace the line of Eloise’s jaw to neck.
Eloise closes her eyes and bites her lip, prompting Laura to explore further. From throat to shoulder, she traces the top of Eloise’s collarbone. Then she takes the path in reverse, waiting patiently at the hollow of Eloise’s throat, and traces down to the spot directly between Eloise’s breasts. She glances up, a question on her lips, but Eloise is already answering.
“I’ll tell you if I don’t like how you touch me Laura, but I like that you check in.”
Laura has no reply, so she nods her head and raises her other hand.
Eloise’s breasts are firm in her palms, fingers curve around the sides perfectly. Eloise’s nipples peek in response, her areolas pulling tight, softness firming. Laura can’t deny the chance and pinches one between forefinger and thumb. Eloise moans, fueling Laura’s confidence.
Laura runs her hand down to Eloise’s belly, gently caressing the soft skin as she moves behind her. Her fingers brush across Eloise’s flesh, causing goosebumps to rise and the tiny hairs on her body to stand on end.
Laura continues her hand’s descent, lower, over the missing softness that Laura remembers on her own body, to the tuft of hair that stands guard before her final destination. Laura pauses, her breath ragged. She’s aroused and filled with nervous energy, but beneath it all, excitement.
She fumbles over her words, licks her lips, and asks again, “Is it okay if I continue?” Eloise has parted her legs slightly before she replies, “Please.”
Laura’s fingers tremble as they dip, hesitating for just a moment before plunging into the warmth between Eloise’s legs. She gasps at the sensation, the silky wetness enveloping her fingertips. Eloise lets out a soft moan, her head tilting back to rest on Laura’s shoulder as Laura lets her curiosity guide her.
Gently, Laura traces the contours of Eloise’s folds, marveling at how different yet familiar Eloise feels compared to her own body. She circles Eloise’s clit, eliciting a shudder that courses through both of them. Encouraged, Laura increases her pressure slightly, her movements becoming more confident.
“That’s it,” Eloise breathes, her hips beginning to move in rhythm with Laura’s touch. “You’re doing wonderfully.” The praise sends a thrill through Laura.
Laura grows bolder in her explorations. She traces delicate circles around Eloise’s clit, reveling in the way the other woman’s breath quickens in response. Laura’s own arousal builds as she feels Eloise’s pleasure mounting.
Eloise reaches back, tangling her fingers in Laura’s hair and pulling her close. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
Laura obliges, pressing her lips to the nape of Eloise’s neck. She inhales deeply, savoring Eloise’s scent — a heady mix of floral perfume and arousal. Her kisses trail up Eloise’s throat, tasting salt on warm skin, until their lips connect.
The angle is not conducive to proper kissing, but Laura uses it to her advantage, teasing Eloise’s lips with the tip of her tongue. Eloise meets her bravely, tangling hers with Laura’s until both women are panting, one pushing into the other.
Eloise is the first to pull away. She shivers under Laura’s touch. “More,” she pleads softly.
Laura increases her pace, circling Eloise’s clit with more pressure. She can feel Eloise’s wetness coating her fingers. She wraps around Eloise’s waist with her free arm, pulling their bodies flush together. Laura has craved the sensation of having a woman’s body against her own for so long she’s only momentarily disappointed she’s still clothed.
Eloise’s hips buck against Laura’s hand. Her breathing grows ragged. “Inside,” she gasps. “Please, Laura.”
Heart pounding, Laura slowly slides two fingers into Eloise’s slick heat. They both moan at the sensation. Laura’s fingers slide deeper, marveling at the silky warmth enveloping them. She curls them slightly, searching for that spot she knows will drive Eloise wild. When Eloise gasps and arches against her, Laura knows she’s found it.
“Yes, right there,” Eloise moans, her voice husky with desire.
Laura begins a steady rhythm, stroking in and out while her thumb circles Eloise’s clit. She presses open-mouthed kisses along Eloise’s shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin.
Eloise’s breathing grows labored, her hips moving in time with Laura’s momentum. “Faster,” she pleads.
Laura obliges.
Eloise’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her body shaking against Laura’s embrace. Laura can feel the tension building in Eloise’s muscles, coiling tighter and tighter. She increases her pace, her fingers moving faster, deeper, as her thumb circles Eloise’s clit with renewed vigor.
“Oh god, Laura,” Eloise moans, her eyes rolling to show only whites. “I’m so close.”
Laura presses her lips to Eloise’s neck. She can feel Eloise’s heartbeat racing beneath her lips, matching the frantic pace of her own.
“Let go,” Laura whispers against Eloise’s skin. “I’ve got you.”
With a cry, Eloise comes undone. Her body arches, pressing back against Laura as waves of pleasure crash over her. Laura holds her tightly, fingers still moving as Eloise rides out her orgasm. She feels Eloise’s inner walls pulsing around her fingers, drawing them deeper, pushing them out. She marvels at its intensity and how beautiful Eloise looks in the throes of ecstasy.
As Eloise’s tremors ease, Laura gently removes her fingers, wrapping both arms around Eloise’s waist to support her. Eloise turns in Laura’s embrace, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.
“That was…” Eloise trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Amazing,” Laura finishes for her, a shy smile on her lips.
Eloise nods, kissing Laura’s lips in a deep, languid kiss. When they part, Eloise’s eyes are dark with desire.
“Now,” she purrs, “it’s your turn.”
To be continued….
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