"Knock, Knock."

"Oh hello Lisa, you startled me."

Lisa had the ability to approach like a feline, unnoticed and find me in one of my moments of deep concentration. She could always enter my solitary scene and steal the show.

"Sorry," she said, as she walked into my view, freckles and all, tan, fit, filling the air with a familiar bouquet of vanilla, enhanced with jasmine, released by the warmth of sun, blocked by her blond locks, pulled up just enough to reveal the curve of her neck and her left ear, pierced with a crescent of sterling studs.

Her silk, floral sleeveless top gave up trying conceal her breasts and nipples, as I caught myself thinking again about the way she abused my lips st night, on her knees, lowering her kitty and clit onto my open mouth, her trim, blond Brazilian tickling and rubbing my nose.

"After last night in the Gazebo, and the way you devoured me on the floor, I thought maybe you'd had your fill of us for us a while," I said.

Lisa just stared, her eyes blue and lips full under a fresh gloss.

"Steve was horny as a dog with a bitch in heat this morning," she said with a sly grin.

"What is it about guys ... sometimes so clueless?"

"I rarely shower at night, and when we went to bed I was so wet from your kisses and dripping all over you, I thought for sure Steve would notice."

“He must have had too much to drink, because he dropped into an annoying snore the moment his head hit the pillow. I had to sleep on the guest bed.”

“Then about 4:00 am I got back into our bed. Steve woke me up about an hour later, horny as hell. He fucked me like he was still drunk."

"Mmm, I love drunken sex," I said.

"Me too, but I just laid there thinking how strange it was, there on my back, feeling Steve slide inside me without a single whisper or even a kiss, and then, with one long shove, I felt his hot cum inside me deep. But he was totally oblivious to the fact that when we started out, I was still wet as rain from you."

"I’m wet for you too," I said.

Lisa looked at me, her expression showed a moment of confusion. "You are such a bitch," she said with a throaty laugh, smiling from ear to ear.

“It's your turn now,” she said, as she reached for my shoulders and held me at arm’s length.

I reached up, pulled the tie from her hair, and grabbed onto the cascading blond mop.

"Cat fight," I said with a scream, which brought Lisa to her knees with laughter.

I pulled her head back and then guided her face to my stomach, feeling my belly button stud against her nose.
I felt her mouth open and her tongue flick over my bare skin.

"Mmm." she said, purring like a kitten.

Lisa pushed herself up onto her feet like a surfer, her hands outstretched, then taking me into her arms; we kissed.  Each kiss was incredibly soft, even by my standards; her tongue reached deep into my mouth. She combed through my hair with her fingers and bit my neck.

I licked and bit her ear and whispered, "Come up to my bedroom, I have something I really want us to share."

Lisa followed me up the stairs, sat on the edge of the bed, watched as I pulled open a large dresser drawer, and gasped.

"Oh my God, a gift for me?" she asked, with the gleam of her best model-like smile.

She opened the small box and held the contoured pink Lovense vibe in the palm of her hand, then turned it over like a jewel, with the flash of her fresh polished nails.

"Did you really get this for me?” She asked with an appreciative smile.

"Well sort of; actually I got it for 'we'. Have a happy Valentine’s Day lover."

"When hubby is away . . ." she said, with a grin, which made us both laugh, almost to tears.

"And my Steve won't be home till 6," Lisa said, as we bounced on the bed, and slapped our "high-fives."

We kicked off our shoes, like summer camp girls, and shared the moment, as we stripped down to our panties and bras.

Lisa ignored my home field advantage, and pushed me down on my bed, with my hands pinned over my head. She kissed my neck, as she wedged her hips and thighs between my legs.

"Fuck, you make me so hot," she said, as she worked me with a rhythmic grind.

I pushed back, as she released her grip on my wrists, and watched as she reached down under the canopy formed by the spread of my panties across my hip bones. I looked at the turquoise and silver around her wrist and felt its tap, timed to the touch of her thumb over my clitoris.

"Holly fuck," I said, as I moved my hips up to the pull of her fingers, which she used like a cock, first one, then two then three, spreading my lips and rubbing my clit.

With her other hand she reached up under my bra and brought my nipple to erection, as she expertly pinched and teased.

"Now take my breasts into your hands,” she said.

“Lick both my nipples at the same time, if you can.”

 I obediently released the clasp on her bra and felt her soft skin, as her full breasts cascaded down onto my face.
I felt the heat of her breath in my ear, the sound of her tongue, as she licked and kissed, and heard the commanding whisper in her voice.

"Will you cum for me Sara? Please me, let me hear the way you like to moan.”