The soft lips flittered against Bette’s ear. The slow moans that escaped through lips were automatic. The soft, steady hands began to knead each breast. She felt each one come to life with her simple short strokes. The sudden surprise caught Bette of guard, she just repeated the same name as the one she breathed early only this time it was in the form of a question "Tina?"

The voice again said "Don’t turn around… just listen to me. And feel what I have for you."

"Baby tell me it’s you, for real and that this is not a dream, please?" Bette was barely able to speak the hands were still torturously, slowly, and softly kneading each breast only to soften the nipple to do it again. Her mind had a million questions none of which would slow down to allow her to voice them.

"It’s me baby. I’m right here."Tina finished by flicking her tongue over Bette’s ear.

"Baby what…" Tina moved onto her neck, while her hands moved down and now up under her shirt slowly. Taking her time to lightly stroke every muscle on her tight stomach. "What are you… what are doing to me?"

"Shhh, don’t talk. Right now you’re all mine." Tina let her right hand take care of Bette’s breasts. While her left moved back down to unzip Bette’s jeans and slowly to take the bottom of Bette’s shirt and pull it over her head. Tina’s head soon returned but only to devour Bette’s back as she grabbed her hips and jerked her back into her body. She slowly and excruciatingly kissed each shoulder blade with the softest of touches. Tina looked up and saw that Bette’s hair was tied up with a clip she removed it quickly and was amazed at the effect it had on her. She whispered in Bette’s ear "I want it down." Bette couldn’t argue, her body was still in the grasps of Tina’s clutches so she watched as her hair enveloped her side views. She could feel Tina’s breasts on her back and could tell that she to was just in her bra and pants.

With her hands planted on the counter top as instructed, Bette turned her head towards the wall as Tina kicked of Bette’s sandals and slid down her pants and panties. She loved it when Bette was completely submissive to her every move. What she saw through the curtains of her hair was so erotic her knees almost gave away. There in the shadows was Tina devouring every inch of her body, giving every part of her back the deserved detail it needed. Maybe it was the shadows or maybe it was Tina but she had to touch her. She attempted to move her arms around but she was stopped as Tina slammed her hands on top of hers and back on the counter.