Janet trembled and then dropped the plates and silverware into the sink.Janet trembled and then dropped the plates and silverware into the sink. A plate shattered, but the sound was a distant thud to her. She held her breath as the older woman's hands crept towards her full, heavy tits. Then the blonde's fingers closed around her plump melons and Janet stiffened and gasped. "Laura..." "No," Laura whispered, her lips moving towards Janet's ears, her breath hot. "Don't say anything." "Please, Laura," she protested, but still was too shocked to move. "I've... I've never done anything like this before, and..." The blonde kissed Janet's ear as she kept tightening her hold on Janet's tits. Then the blonde pressed her body against Janet's, rubbing against Janet's back and ass. Quickly and steadily, Laura dotted the side of Janet's neck with soft kisses while continuing to expertly knead and massage the young housewife's tits. Janet's knees trembled, then panic and dismay battled over her nerves. She shivered, as if caught in a chilling wind that wouldn't die. She tried to speak, but her voice stayed in her throat. "Relax," Laura urged, her voice husky and low, her lips nibbling the younger woman's smooth flesh. "Never, never turn down an opportunity for pleasure, Janet. Let yourself go. Stop resisting, honey. Five minutes from now you'll beg me not to stop." The blonde's words droned on hypnotically, plucking on Janet's nerves and seeping into her consciousness. The raspy words and hushed promises, and the delicious manipulations of her tits melted Janet's will. The young housewife felt herself giving in, actually swaying in the blonde's erotic embrace. An intoxicating rush of raw lust and desire began as a flickering spark and, much like what had happened with Bob, Janet was slowly being engulfed in the intense energy of sexual need. |