I have my driver waiting ”

Nodding, Bette followed her to the black car parked a few meters away from them. The driver opened the door for them as Barbara mouthed “Hotel” and then, first the Senator and then Bette got inside.

Getting inside, noticing the door closing behind her, Bette looked at the beautiful women seated at her side and without much thinking, driven by a force impossible to tame she leaned forward and loving the smile on the other woman’s face, she kissed her.

She kissed her eagerly, letting her senses, her lust, cover every inch of the voluptuous lips that generously, were welcoming hers. Driven by a force that later could make her blush, Bette took the Senator in her arms, and easily, placed her down, laying her down on the car’s back seat. Handily, not missing a button, she opened the Senator’s suit as her mouth was working her spell at the senator’s neck. Feeling Barbara’s desire, her heated arouse, Bette felt all her senses alive, all her muscles tensing, her whole body responding.

Noticing Barbara’s hand caressing her back, slowly moving down, Bette shouted a gasp as she felt her knees weakening. Feeling dizzy for a second she moved away to look at the woman lying under her. The expensive white shirt open, offering her a beautiful lacy bra that was lightly covering what it looked like the softer most delicious breasts she could remember. Following the shape of Barbaras arms , feeling her mouth dry, Bette noticed the Senator working her way with the zipper on her black tailored slacks, which made Bette to look up at her face again and seeing the mischievously lusty smile she quietly moan, making any threatening doubt, disappear.

Leaning down, she rested her lips on Barbara’s stomach and slowly, savouring every inch of the plain abdomen she kissed her way down to the edge of the skirt. Feeling Barbara’s arouse, how she was moving along with the kisses, Bette looked up and locking her eyes with Barbaras, smiled while moving her right hand up the senator’s thigh. Slowly, very slowly Bette caressed the soft skin up, following the rhythm that the opened lips of the senators were playing. Loving the look on Barbara’s face, Bette found her way to the warm gift that the senator was giving to her. Loving the welcoming surprise she found, Bette let her hand returned the surprise by working its magic. Noticing the effect her moves were having on the senator, Bette arduously started kissing Barbara’s belly button again, trying to content, to keep her own arousal, tame.

Synchronized by a rhythm that was beyond their control, Bette, let the moment grew inside of her with the lost of all her senses, of all the haunting memories and the death of all regrets.