Previously:

Bette was still going crazy over the taste and feel of her beautiful Tee. She always loved bringing Tina to climax, especially in this position. She kept licking gently until Tina couldn’t take it anymore. She literally collapsed over onto one side on the couch, lazily trying to pull her other leg off of Bette.

“Are you spent babe?” Bette asked confidently.

“I’m just getting my second wind Porter…..now come here.”

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Bette smiled long at her beautiful wife. She loved when Tina got to this point. So lost in the sexual moment, the sexual energy that had been undeniable between them since they met by chance so many years ago in her gallery.

“Now by here, where exactly do you mean?” Bette asked through her smile.

Tina’s right hand drew a long, lazy circle around her own face, as her stare never waivered from Bette’s eyes. “Right here would be good” her words supporting her hands motion.

Bette swallowed hard. To her own ears, there were few things more arousing than strong sexual direction from her blonde wife.

Tina extended her right hand to Bette, which was firmly accepted by the aroused brunette. The hand guided Bette up and off the floor, resulting in both women standing facing one another. One clad in only her short skirt and heels, the other still remaining in her black bra, matching panties and her high black boots.

“You are over-dressed Bette” Tina said softly as she slowly lowered herself in front of her lover. Her hands found themselves on firm mocha thighs. When her fingers found the zipper of Bette’s right boot, they slowly worked at lowering the zipper top all the way to the base of the boot. The sexy, almost loud sound of the descending zipper filled the otherwise silent, lust-filled office. The sound resonated with both women, both sets of ears in tune with the sound, absorbing the bigger consequence of the action.

Tina leaned forward and started placing soft kisses on the inside of Bette’s newly released knee. She slowly licked the side, and around the front of the beautifully shaped, albeit trembling, knee cap. “So soft….” her voice trailing off as she heard the faint sound of a Bette sensual moan.