“How was your workout?”

“Good.  My trainer is brilliant.”

“Your body looks so buff.”  Tina kissed her again and then jokingly copped a feel of her bicep.  “Nice tone.  I hope you didn’t exhaust yourself.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Oh, I don’t know.  It was just so hot outside.  I’m so hot.”

“You are that.” Bette smiled and touched Tina’s warm face.

“But I feel like I can get hotter.”

“Ummm.”

Bette’s feet were planted on the floor and she placed her hands on Tina’s waist and pulled her closer, in fact, pulling her onto her lap.  First, Tina was straddling her lap, but then Tina shifted her body slightly, favoring Bette’s right leg over the left one.  She moved down Bette’s leg from the cotton covering of the green cargo shorts to her bare leg.  Bette groaned.  “Tee, you’re not wearing panties.”

“Oh, my.  I wonder where I left them.  I’m such a *****.”

Bette unbuttoned the top button of the pajamas and slid her hand inside to massage her *****.  She licked her lips and swallowed as her expert touch lifted her lust higher.  Sitting up, Bette pulled the top off and threw it onto the floor.  Completely nude now, she sank back into the soft sheet.  Both hands caressed her body, starting with her ***** and moving lower—up and down her torso, fingers teased the triangle of dark hair, then back up to hold her *****.  She felt the weight, the firmness and roundness of them, and the pebbling of her areola as she squeezed her nipples between her fingers.

Tina stood, pulling Bette up with her as her lips locked on her partner’s.  As they kissed, Tina slipped the lone button of the cargo shorts through its tiny slit and unzipped them.

Pulling back, Bette reminded, “Tina, I need a shower.”

“That’s not what you need.  I’ll take care of you, lick you clean if that’s necessary,” Tina suggested as she yanked the shorts and underwear to the floor.  As Bette stepped out of her clothes, using Tina’s shoulder to balance herself, Tina’s hands were active under Bette’s baby-T. 

“Ah, that feels good.”