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The instructions had been simple, almost childishly so. Properly wash every nook and cranny of the body. Dress in something comfortable. Head to a hotel at this address. Go to the desk and inform the clerk that you're here to see the best girlfriend. Then wait patiently in the lobby. So simple on some levels, but at the same time both looking and sounding like something ripped from the pages of a spy novel. Even as she essentially told the clerk what felt all too much like a password, she very nearly started smiling, or laughing.
Better that than getting angry, which had been her first reaction. Her boyfriend had always been a little... demanding regarding sex as far as she was concerned. He daren't be outright about it, and in every other way he remained perfectly charming. He just happened to think that they should be making love considerably more often than she did. Add on her tremendously busy schedule, and they spent less time touching than even she would've liked. Still, suggesting that she go to agirlfriend trainerhad struck her as crossing a line. They'd had an extreme row about it, to the point where she'd very nearly considered cutting him out of her life.
That had almost spiked when he admitted that he'd already gone through and arranged everything, even giving her some of the information. She'd all but snapped. That row had certainly eclipsed the first. But then she looked at who he set her up with, and she had to pause: a woman. She was going to be "trained" to be a "good girlfriend' by a woman. There were quite a few testimonials, and for a bit, she was reminded of the training she underwent for her roles.
Plus, she could see herself acing this training and rubbing it in her boyfriend's face.
All of which explained whyEmma Watsonof all people sat in a rather impressive hotel room dressed like an average girl and patiently waiting. The blue jeans and pink flannel weren't particularly flattering, nor was the basest amount of makeup enhancing her girl-next-door features. Still, the lightly freckled face would be rather familiar, particularly to fans. Big brown eyes clearly expressed the girl's curiosity and intelligence, both of which were fluttering across her now. She kept looking to her phone, reviewing files and the records of this "trainer" (she still couldn't remove the quotation marks, even mentally).
Emma had already signed the paperwork, essentially agreeing to follow instructions, even the ones she didn't want to. That had been a bit of compromise: the "trainer" got a privacy agreement with a giant lawsuit potentially attached; Emma got a similar contract stating that if she failed her end of the bargain, the knowledge of her "training" would become public knowledge.
So Emma looked back at her phone, wondering for a moment why she couldn't even find a picture...
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It had been three months since a man contacted her about a new job. She was told that the woman she was supposed to be training needed to talk about it, and making sure she was comfortable with it. Then there was the issue of her signing the contract that she wrote out, and then finally they talked about meeting places for their training. They had decided on an expensive hotel in downtown, far enough away from the woman's boyfriend that he wouldn't be involved, and she made sure he didn't know the location of this so he didn't show up.
The trainer was very successful at her job, and have had famous clients before, so she wasn't surprised when she learned that her newest one was none other than, Emma Watson. It actually excited her a bit to be training someone with such a strong background in acting, and advocating for female and male rights in equality. This was probably her biggest gig yet, but she knew it would also be the hardest. The boyfriend had already explained that she was not exactly overly sexual, nor did she make time for him as much as they both wanted.
The trainer's name was Luciana, she never gave out her last name to her clientele. She preferred to keep them from snooping into her private life, unless they wanted to sort through every Luciana that they could find online. She was a tall, confident woman that walked with the air of someone who knew exactly where she was going, even as she walked into the hotel, and had no idea where her client was. She knew who she was looking for, but as she walked in she had to do a quick scan of the area. She had been waiting to actually come to the hotel when she was told that the client had arrived, instead of waiting in the hotel room for her all day.
Finally the woman's dark, chocolatey eyes spotted the fair skinned woman who was dressed atrociously, which the woman should have known better. Probably dressed like this so people wouldn't recognize her so easily. Luciana walked past the woman, her long legs making the trip quick, as as she passed the woman didn't slow down, just said, Let's go. We don't have all day. They did, but she had a lot of work to get done with this woman, and the Caramel skinned woman didn't like to waste time of they didn't have to. She didn't even slow down until they were in the elevator, assuming Emma actually did follow her, if not she gestured for her to hurt up.
I'm Luciana, surely you figured that out. I'm not going to make this harder than it has to be, but you Will have to cooperate with me. If you do, then this will be extremely easy for us. Do you have any questions? The woman asked as she ran one of dainty hands through her long, hazel Brown hair. She was wearing a black dress that came to her mid thigh, and hugged her body softly. She was tall, and had long legs, wearing four inch heels on her feet. She was slim waisted, with full, perky breasts, just a little cleavage shown in the small v cut of the dress. Her dress clung to her wide hips, and round behind. All in all she was gorgeous, and filled out the dress well.
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Is that a model?fluttered through Emma's mind as the striking Latin woman confidently strode through the hotel. The actress/model narrowed her eyes, taking in the other woman with a professional's look. There was certainly a put-togetherness about the woman, but she did seem to have perhaps a little too much in the chest department to be a classic model. If anything, she looked more like a pinup or a playgirl. The flashes of leg only added to that, not to mention making Emma feeling horrendously underdressed.
The starlet quirked a brow as the woman all but brushed passed her, tossing an order over her shoulder as if Emma were a concierge instead of a world-renowned celebrity. The amusement pulled at Emma's lips as she rose, mostly nodding in agreement. She could appreciate the professionalism, given what they were there to do. She followed close, still watching the woman with that professional study.
A nod at the name. "I'll make certain to cooperate," Emma stated. She'd already essentially agreed to that before even arranging this meeting: the contract would have severe penalties after all. She shifted to a decent position of the elevator, suddenly quite aware that she was looking up at the woman. Questions, yes; Emma drew out her phone, where she'd written a handful down.
"A few of these are rather simple," Emma admitted, frowning as she skimmed through them. "I think I made the list while a little nervous," she bit her lip, flicking through questions that asked name and how Luciana got into the business and a few others. "I am supposed to ask if you're alright with recording this," she said as she arrived at one. A slight heat rose in her cheeks as she all but glared at her phone, "my... boyfriend suggested recordings for later," she tapped again. "I'd also like to start with the rather difficult one first," she looked up, trying to meet Luciana's gaze, "are you planning on sleeping with me? I've already agreed, but I feel knowing if I'm about to have my first experience with another woman would be somewhat beneficial."
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Luciana had expected questions to be honest, but she hasn't expected the woman to have written them on her phone so professionally. She was wondering if this was one of the reasons that their relationship hadn't worked out as well as they had both wanted it to. She was so organized, and treated everything professional like, even questions. That, in itself was respectable though, and she admitted that she likes it in a way though. It meant she was at least taking this seriously.
The elevator ride wasn't a long one, they just had to go to the fifth floor, so by the time she had asked her question the doors were opening. Well, I would say that we should consider it a strong possibility that we may end up having some form of sex. As for recording these sessions for the amusement of your boyfriend, no. If you were to want to do it for refresher videos, and reminders, then possibly. She said as she walked down the hall, stopping in front of a door. She quickly slide her card over the electronic light, and pushed it open.
The room was large, and had a light grey furniture set for the couch, and the two chairs set up facing the 70 inch television set. The side wall was a side glass door set that opened onto the balcony that gave them a wonderful view of the city. A few doors to the side led to the large bathroom with a stand in shower, and a bathtubs combo. Then the comfortable bedroom was beside that, with a hot tub in an adjoining room. This was a comfortable place and it did include a small kitchen so they could cook for themselves if they didn't want to go out for food, or order room service. This is a decent temporary place, I would have preferred an apartment, or something a bit larger. Alright, sit, and finish your questions. She said, while she got them both a bottle of water from a bag she had waiting for them, rather than paying the overpriced markup for the water there.
Then the brunette walked over to the couch, and took a seat, handing Emma a bottle. She opened hers, and took a sip while waiting for her follow up questions. She folded one of her long legs over her other, and let her hands rest in the couch beside of her, as she turned slightly to look at her client while she spoke. All the while she was thinking about where to start her out, and what would be the easiest things to teach her first. She knew she first needed to gauge what the woman already knew, and how far she was able to get her to go. Her boyfriend wanted basically a while new girlfriend, but she wasn't in the business of breaking a woman completely, only teaching them to fully embrace themselves, and be who they were without fear. Plus making them better at all the little things they needed improving on, which for this one was, anything to do with sex, and being a more attentive girlfriend.
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Yes, there would be some potential sex; no recording. That made Emma laugh. "I think not recording it and teasing him about even the idea of my having sex with you would be splendid," she said, smiling a little. "Oh, am I allowed to take a picture of you? I hadn't seen any on your contact pages, which I assume is fairly smart. I wonder how many would be eager to go to a trainer if they knew that the woman doing said training could be making a career out of modeling."
Was that a little flirty? Perhaps, but Emma was feeling just a bit after the fairly blunt comment regarding sex. It was a little refreshing, particularly for someone like Emma, who came from a background where you whispered about sex and called it "lovemaking" if you brought it up at all. She'd had to learn most of what she did know from the sets: thank God for loose actors.
The room looked somewhat inviting. Emma did agree with the idea of an apartment in general, but it wasn't as if they could temporarily rent somewhere out. Emma tucked a loose light brown curl behind an ear as she admired the room only for a brief moment, turning her attentions back to the far more interesting woman. The starlet smiled at seeing the water appear, nearly letting out another laugh. It didn't take much for Emma to realize why ,after all, and the little gesture just humanized Luciana a little more.
"Right," Emma said, raising her phone up again. She still hadn't taken a seat. "Some of these are almost written for me," she chewed her lip for a moment, thumbing through them. "Are you adverse to giving away personal details? I've some curiosity about how someone gets into your profession. There was some mention of it on your information pages and in the emails and so forth," Emma waved a hand, "but, well... "she trailed off, only to stop with a short laugh. "Oh, God, I'm doing it, aren't I? I'm overthinking it," she ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I need some wine," she mumbled, turning to look for the hotel's minibar. She should've just had them send something up, maybe something light and fruity. Emma wasn't exactly an alcoholic, but she did have a palate for the stuff. Plus it would certainly help if she was going to be asking personal details from an attractive woman.
Almost like it's a date. Only she's here to "train" you to be a better girlfriend instead fo buying you dinner.
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It hadn't gone unnoticed to Luciana that the woman had yet to sit down, but She didn't say anything else about it yet. She was going to indulge her, but just from seeing this, she needed a lot of help. It was also kind of cute how seriously she was taking this, even drawing a laugh from the beautiful Latina as Emma mentioned it was exciting to keep this from her boyfriend. That did bring up some questions of her own, but she was sure they would be answered by the young actress in time. Just letting her ask her questions was telling the trainer a lot about her.
Pictures of me may be discussed, but for now I would prefer to keep them off the table. Once we become more familiar, and acquainted with one another, I wouldn't mind that at all. I would just like to establish a form of trust between us, the same for the personal information. For now we will use emails to talk, but at the end of today's session we may exchange phone numbers, if, again, a trust is formed between us. She answered, he accent more evident as she spoke, her accent making her soft voice a bit harder to understand for someone not used to accents, luckily she was talking to a flexible actress who had worked with many a different people.
At the mention of wine she snapped two of her long fingers together, as if she just remembered something. I knew I had forgotten something. She said as she stood up again, sitting the bottled water down on the wooden coffee table, and walked to a white corded phone. She dialed the front desk, and spoke quickly, ordering them some wine for the room. She got something, light and sweet, a fruity drink for them. She didn't want them to get drunk, but to enjoy the taste, and loosen Emma up a bit so she wasn't so tense.
If you took a seat you may be much more relaxed you know, and I'm sure the wine will help. She added, as she took her seat on the couch again. "In honesty, you wouldn't be the first person to over think this, and to be this nervous. This is not something that you do every day, and you are naturally and inquisitive person. Stop worrying about it, and take a seat, we will talk and drink some wine to unwind a bit. Then when we are both ready, begin your lessons. Just remember, that we are both women here. I understand how nervous you must feel, and I won't force anything on you, but you need to calm your nerves. Even your questions seem to me the nervous scribble of a woman who was over thinking something so simple." She hoped this would help some, but the wine would help more when it arrives.
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Emma nodded along with Luciana's almost too calm and professional assertions regarding professional details and exchanges. At least they were keeping this all quite professional, which Emma appreciated. It actually helped center her a little more. After all, she'd done a few scenes of a nearly erotic nature before; this wouldn't vary too far from that script, really. Plus, she was already starting to like Luciana and the way she handled things. That liking only increased as the woman ordered wine.
"Thank you," Emma breathed. She soon followed up by taking a seat opposite Luciana. "I have a tendency to do that. I thought that all the research would make me better prepared, but to be quite honest I'm not certain I couldeverbe rightly prepared for this. I think I had half hoped you'd be some scary monster out of a bad erotic thriller; make it easier for me to simply storm out of here," Emma chuckled a little. "You do seem to know how to put someone at ease, I'll grant you that."
Emma considered again, looking over the dress. "That seems quite fashionable," she said, leaning forward. "I suspect that your line of work pays fairly well, but I can certainly appreciate that you turn that over into class." Emma laughed again. "I've friends who've turned their money into ice cream trucks. Though that has some appeal," she tapped the phone. "There's also questions in here regarding various safety concerns and so forth as well. Perhaps you'd rather take a look? I have to warn you that while I organized it, it's in one of those 'according to my mind' organizations."
Emma set the phone in front of Luciana just as a gentle knock sounded on the door. Emma nodded, reaching into her pocket to pull out some bills as she headed for the door. A polite smile, and the wine soon was wheeled into the room, set in a chilled bucket for their enjoyment along with a few glasses. Emma slid some bills into the helper's hand, thanked them, and sent them on their way.
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It seemed it had worked, her effort to calm the woman's mind, and ease her nerves a bit had not been in vain. She gave her a small smile of her luscious lips, which did reach her milk chocolate eyes. She was glad to hear that her professionalism helped a lot, but she couldn't resist a small laugh at the picture she painted. She had been told before that she wasn't what they were expecting, but being told that she expected some kind of thriller monster was definitely a first in her line of work. It seemed they were getting along just fine and she was starting to realize the problem with communication wasn't the fault of Emma, but the boyfriend, no surprise.
I assure you, that is the most unique, and imaginative thing I have ever heard a client admit they were expecting. Luciana said, and then she reached down to take a hold of the phone. She didn't look at it right away, and instead watched as the woman stood to pay to man that brought their wine. She was going to do that herself, but she wouldn't complain that she did. She watched her closely for a moment, admiring the woman's good looks finally. She was extremely pretty, gorgeous even, and had the soft features that many a woman would kill for. She wasn't hard on the eyes at all, and she could have appreciated her for another moment if they weren't here for business.
Finally her Brown eyes glanced back down at the phone again. She was reading through them slowly, and even went about the process of deleting the questions that had already been answered, or weren't relevant. The questions were very much not organized in any way that would be easy for anyone minus the writer to follow them. She read each, and every one of them before she sat the phone back down gently. You have a lot of questions, most of which were already answered, or not really important now that we've spoken a bit. She said as she walked over to her bag again, and pulled out two glasses of her own, taller than the ones provided.
Are these better? The woman asked, giving her a smirk that had won the hearts of many of her exes, men and women alike. Then she walked over to the bottle, and sat down the glasses, and popping the bottle open. She did so carefully, and over the ice in case any spilled over. Then she poured them both some of the sweet smelling drink. This was more expensive than the normal guests would be able to afford, and it was more fruity than her boyfriend would have bought her, since he didn't like wine anyway. So this may be a small treat for her. Then she carried the glasses over to the table, and sat them both down in front of where they were both sitting.
Thank you for the complement. I try to make sure my partner is comfortable in these settings. It becomes unbearable, and awkward if we are uncomfortable in any way. Then she held up her glass, and offered a small toast before she took a sip of the light coloured wine. It was delicious.
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"I've been told I have quite the active imagination," replied Emma with a slight smile. She still found it hard to believe that Luciana hadn't been called worse things. Then again, maybe some clients simply weren't willing to admit to their fears face to face with the woman. But Emma fully believed that if they were going to do this, then there needed to be some degree of honesty present between them. That and her nerves, which were fortunately abating by the second, had spun her out.
Apparently all the best questions had already been answered. "I think I wrote a handful in there twice," Emma admitted. She noted that the woman actually pulled out glasses, opting for her own instead of the hotel's. That had Emma's brow quirked, but she took the offered glass all the same, admiring it. It almost looked like a champagne flute, only perhaps a bit thicker, at least to Emma's appreciation. She helped hold at least her glass steady while Luciana dealt with the wine.
"They say you should let it breathe," Emma said, half-teasing. She'd already taken the glass up to her lips, taking a soft sip. "Mmm," she cooed, lips curving yet again. "You have excellent taste," she said, taking another sip. "I think this is actually a bit fruitier than I normally get to have. I do like to at least pretend to enjoy the dryer vintages and so forth, which is generally more in line with the higher end brands. But there's some girlish part of me that almost wants her wine to taste like juice," she took another sip, feeling the warmth spreading into her. European Emma had more than her share of experience handling wine, and she knew precisely how much to put in her to achieve maximum relaxation.
She took her seat again, adjusting to get as comfortable as possible. For Emma, that meant kicking off her flats, showing off a pair of bared feet, the toes completely unadorned. She leaned forward to take the toast again, then took another sip. "I admit that I'm getting more comfortable by the moment," said Emma, reaching up to brush back her hair. "Which would have proved your professionalism in spades. That is, assuming, "she started ticking off on her fingers, "the website, the legal contract, your demeanor, and everything else hadn't already done its part to make it abudently clear that you are a consummate professional," Emma smiled and took another sip, her own brown eyes dancing.
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Luciana knew you were supposed to let it breath, but sometimes exceptions were made for the sake of a good drink. I know what you mean, this is fruitier than what I get sometimes even. I don't hate it Though. She said, before going back to what she had said previously, I have been called worse though, for the record, but not necessarily before they meet me. Sometimes people aren't very happy about the results they get, boyfriends want the perfect girlfriend when they bring their women to me, but Instead they get their girlfriends back with more confidence, and more accepting of who they are. She left out the part that the women sometimes went back wanting the men to be more attentive in sex, since that may give away the underlying part of this meeting.
Then she took another sip of her drink, before she spoke again, to Emma's latest words. Well, I appreciate that. I try to be professional since in my line of work, a single slip up, and I would be on the bad end of a lawsuit. It's rough work to be honest. She said, and Then finally took a deep breath. Well, now we have some wine in us, and we are more comfortable, would you like to begin with the first step. It's a very easy step, but not the easiest believe it or not. It's just some questions I want to ask you regarding various fields of your life, and some questions about what your boyfriend had wanted. You signed the form already, but he came to me with a few more...concerns. She wasn't originally going to admit that her boyfriend had done this, but she had already gotten to a point where she trusted this woman a little bit.
Luciana decided to follow the lead of Emma in that regard, and also removed her shoes, revealing her bare feet, and hers were equally unadorned. She had meant to wear stockings, but they were in here bag. She was planning on wearing them when she went to the bedroom, or bathroom to freshen up a bit. He room was slightly cold, and because of that she was slightly regretting her dress as her choice of clothing. It didn't matter though, they would soon be on her long legs.
Oh, right, before we begin, I was wondering if you had any qualms with coming to this location the whole time during our sessions, including times when we may take a weekend to have a long session, or if you would prefer to go to your home without your boyfriend being there, or one of your vacation homes may work, assuming you have one. She was offering because some of their lessons may take all night.
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Emma nodded along with the mention of the wine, glad yet again that they'd found a point of agreement. She took another sip of it, listening intently as Luciana outlined the potential pitfalls of her job. It all made quite a bit of sense to Emma, given everything that these sessions could very well entail. The last bit, when mention of confidence, had her raising her brows. "I don't think I could disagree with that result," she admitted, tapping the rim of her glass. She did wonder, if again only for a moment, whether or not she really needed all that much more confidence.
Lawsuits followed, and again Emma found herself nodding along yet again. They settled into business, with Emma setting the glass down and waiting while Luciana outlined a little more. The mention of questions had her sighing slightly, and she leaned her head toward her hand, fingers slightly splayed to tap against the side of her forehead. "I imagine he does," she drawled, amusement and irritation warring for several long seconds. A movement distracted, and Emma noted the shoes leaving Luciana's feet.
"I've no qualms about coming here," Emma admitted. "It's probably the best solution, unless we need more mobile locales," she gestured around her. "Hotels are designed to provide some anonymity to their clientele, and given my prestige and position, I can sometimes garner a bit more. Not that I'm one to usually to abuse it. There's... some concern about your coming to my home, seeing as that location happens to be moderately well known. If you want, we could probably arrange for a rental home of some kind," her lips quirked slightly, "perhaps a beach, if you're keen on seeing if I tan," she paused for a moment, before flicking a wrist, "it's more freckle than tanning with me, by the way, but I've been told that can look quite adorable."
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The gesture she made, made Luciana chuckle a bit as she watched her for a moment. It was obvious that the woman was not too happy about everything that was possibly about to be asked, courtesy of her boyfriend. She smiled a bit, since the questions weren't actually all that bad to be honest, but he was clearly wanting her to mostly work on the woman's sexual appetite and skills. That was not all she was planning though, and she would not do so solely for his entertainment.
Oh really? I could see why you would be called adorable. Even at a professional standpoint I can admit that you are quite adorable. Though, seeing you try to tan could be very interesting. She admitted while she watched her response, wondering if she would blush a bit from the woman's words. She looked down at the wine, wondering if it was possibly affecting her mind already. That thought was dismissed quickly, it was probably just because she did feel an attraction of some sort to the woman. That was no surprise to her, she often found that she preferred the fairer sex over men.
Alright, first your boyfriend wants me to talk to you about possibly have some sort of agreement where you all have sex more often. I was supposed to tell you that it's healthy for a woman to do so, since sex so many times a week was healthy. I tried to press upon him that I am not trying to force you to be more sexually active, per se. So I'm merely asking because it's technically in my side of the contract to ask. Next and final quest from him is, Would you be wholly against it if I was experiment with various...kinks to help you awaken to them. The second question was partially hers, because it could be fun since she was supposed to be making her into the perfect girlfriend.
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"Well, thank you, though I'm not sure that's what a girl wants to be called," Emma replied, smiling again. She had felt a little warmth at hearing Luciana, whose accented words dripped sex, calling her attractive. The woman literally played with others for a living, hence making her something of an expert in what one looked like ."Particularly given what I'm wearing," Emma added, knowing full well that her outfit certainly didn't do wonders to enhance what she had. Emma had been told that there may be a stripping down to check her over or that Luciana would actually start providing clothing. There had been a few questions about that, but they'd doubtless get to them later. Given Luciana's sense of style, it wasn't nearly as high a worry for Emma as it had been.
The mention of more sex nearly had Emma rolling her eyes. "That is his end goal, yes," she said. "As it is, we're only making love perhaps... every two weeks? Maybe less?" Emma shrugged; it didn't really matter to her. The whole experience could be somewhat enjoyable, particularly if effort was put in, but it didn't exactly stand out as something Emma circled on her calendar. She did have to wonder some about Luciana's claims at it being healthy.
Then again, wasn't that liberating, in a way? That was the very thing Emma kept championing after all. And a healthy attitude toward sex was doubtless part of it. If she were to become someone who was a positive role model, she should at least put some work toward being sex positive as well. Luciana's ideas might result in that.
"I'm fine with experimenting," Emma allowed. "I've mostly stuck to... I believe vanilla is the word," she paused for a moment. "I would like to become more sex positive," she admitted. "Hence part of why I agreed to do this," another slight pause, "that and your being a woman made it feel less... unseemly," she smiled at that, reaching to take another sip of the wine. She very nearly admitted that having an attractive woman made it more appealing. If Emma did want to experiment, she'd have liked to do so with someone she was at least friendly with, and appeal did play at least some small part in it. She ran her fingers over the glass, considering herself and the woman opposite her yet again.
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Once every two weeks, wow. Luciana said as she also took another drink, her hand gently cupping the glass, but Instead of sitting it down this time she kept it in her hand. Her index finger gently trailed around the lip of the glass, as She watched the fair skinned woman, listening to her answers to all of her questions. She thought about it for a moment, and nodded. Yea, I am sure there are more flattering words I could think of. She teased gently, like calling you gorgeous, which I'm sure you hear a lot. Your clothes don't diminish your beauty, they merely don't complement it. Luckily you have lovely facial features, beautiful eyes, nice legs, and many other small details a man would be too blind to appreciate.
Then the Latina scooted to the edge of her seat, and replaced the glass where it was, and nodded. Alright, I can teach you. I was vanilla myself before I discovered the wonders of the internet. My first girlfriend also helped introduce me into a more fun world. She dropped the hint, again, that she was interested in women. Alright, let's move on to my questions for you. Is there any outfits you would consider...unappealing to you. Example, like dressing up in a cosplay? She asked, but she was sure that an actress wouldn't be bothered by this at all, she had technically done it every time she played a role that was already done before.
There wasn't a lot of questions, and most of them were more of statements than questions, reminding her that she agreed to strip of needed for this, and making sure she still consented to this. Then she moved to her final question, You also understand that the stuff I teach you will be hands on at times, and that it will be between only us. Your boyfriend Will not be allowed here, or even know of this room. So while in this room, you're consenting to give your body to me. Not in a depraved, sexual manner as in I own you, but as in if I was to caress your thigh, and start initiating our session through touch, you would not try and stop me.
After that, it officially started. She was ready to begin, and some trust had been had already. Emma was the first person she was able to talk with so easily, and if she was honest, she enjoyed this. Usually this was pure work for her, but with her it was more fun. She was enjoying this client already, and had plans for their future lessons. Then let's begin. Tell me how far you've been, or have you tried anal? Toys, being with a woman, masturbation, handcuffs?
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Emma's lips pursed slightly at the wow, but she decided to let it slide. Wasn't that part of the whole sex positive, increase libido business that they were attempting to work through? Instead she simply took another sip of the wine. That proved quite fortuitous, given the barrage of compliments that Luciana tossed her way. Most of them were at least somewhat familiar, but, again, it came from someone else. "Thank you," she said, nodding.
It was somewhat fascinating, and very appreciated, that Luciana offered some history. Emma yet again paid attention. She noticed the almost casual mention of "girlfriend," confirming that Luciana was at least bisexual, if not homosexual. The questions soon followed, with Emma making certain to look attentive in addition to paying attention. "I'm fine with most outfits," she admitted, before pausing to consider. "I'd prefer to veer clear of anything too humiliating. But, well, the idea of dressing up and playing a role is... sort of what I do? So I suppose I wouldn't mind it overmuch," Emma didn't mention it, but even she had to silently admit that properly coaxed, she'd probably go right along into something along those lines. Acting was a passion for her: she'd made enough off the Harry Potter series to effectively retire, yet she kept taking roles to keep her sharp.
Emma could field simple questions easily enough, and she did so with aplomb and tact, sliding comfortably back into a professional role. They came to major questions, and Emma made certain to consider. "I already signed," she pointed out, "but if you're looking for verbal consent, then I am quite willing. Technically you could enforce our contract and all but do what you would. I'm... here," Emma finally said, frowning slightly, "here to learn, and it seems silly not to be willing to at least try and do so."
Another pause, and Emma could almost sense the questions. She took another drink of the wine, slightly bigger than her more measured sips. She swallowed almost hard, feeling the flush creeping up her pale skin. "I've tried a handful of positions, though mostly missionary and, ah, doggy," she licked her lips, clearly not liking that description. "I... I use toys rather.... or I did, before I got a boyfriend. You see, they thought it fun to send mewandsand, well, let's just say I probably started masturbating at a proper age," she took another sip. "I let a past flame play around with my bum a little, but it never struck me as all that enjoyable. Besides, I think my rear is perhaps my least appealing feature," Emma paused again. "I did some giggling, silly kisses with a few girls on a set once, mostly on a dare. It wasn't awful, and again: I only agreed to this when I found out you were a woman. As for handcuffs..." Emma trailed off, biting a lip. "To be quite frank, I'm not certain I'd trust anyone enough to try that. Knowing me I'd insist on three keys, one of which would have to be in my hair or something," she let out a slight laugh, before tilting her head, thinking through. "Since you didn't ask: I've done oral as well, and I fancy I did fairly well at it, considering the results. I don't mind swallowing so long as the lad's diet means he doesn't taste awful. The most adventurous place I've had a liaison is probably a trailer. I never had a one night stand, though I considered it once while filming in France. Man looked like sex poured into jeans. I also practiced tying knots into cherries with my tongue, since it seemed like a fun thing to tease people with."
She smiled at that last, remembering it from some daring nights out as a coed. She'd gotten quite a few positive reactions from performing that, considering that it was perhaps her most erotic trick.
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The woman's thanks brought a small smile to her lips, and that's all she did to comment on it. She was focusing on the woman's answers first, and was honestly pleasantly surprised by the woman's answers to her first questions. She knew that the question had technically been asked before, but it had come up before that apparently it wasn't always clear to everyone so She had started saying it as well, luckily Emma was extremely smart and studious.
Luciana was amazed that She was so open to answering these questions, but she figured the wine had a bit to do with that. The answers made her nod to herself, and she looked impressed as she listened to the woman's British accented voice, which to her was quite alluring. I see, you are definitely vanilla. Not horribly so though, at least you have some experience in various different situations. Thank you for being so honest. That makes this a lot easier on both of us. She said as she dug out a piece of paper from her purse, and made a few quick notes on the paper. It only took a few seconds before she looked back at the woman.
Now we officially begin. Would you mind joining me on the couch? The woman asked, her Accent a bit thicker now as she was speaking more softly, now she was trying to seduce the woman. Once Emma joined her, she turned to looked at her, sitting so that their thighs touched, their bodies close together now. She smiled again, her full lips turning up in amusement as she was watching the woman's face. You have no lesser attractive parts of your body, you are a picture definition of the word perfection Emma. She whispered, this was training her on how to respond to someone making advances on her. She knew the woman was smart, and After she said it began then she was sure She understood.
The woman was also doing this out of an attraction to her, the wine also getting into her system as well. She was not making a bad decision, in her opinion, instead she was making a good one. She was interested in women, and she was single Emma wasn't, but she was with someone who didn't appreciate her the way she was, and wanted her to be changed. He didn't deserve her.
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Emma very nearly laughed as Luciana insisted that the actress wasn't vanilla. It sounded very much like flattery, or, also quite probably, the wine. The few fumbling experiments Emma had tried weren't exactly outrageous, and she couldn't help but wonder if somehow she'd let Luciana believe there had been more of that. The actress very nearly pointed out that most of it had been back when she'd been in university, which had been a while ago now.
Official beginnings: Emma rose, cradling her wine carefully in her hand. She delicately stepped over and lightly took a seat next to Luciana, barely disturbing the couch. She gently set the wine on a nearby table, adjusting it so that it wouldn't be overly disturbed. The shifting let Emma feel Luciana's thigh pressed against hers. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be all that erotic. Emma had crowded next to people on public transport before. However, given the conversation, Emma couldn't help but feel the slight charge from the shift. As if Emma weren't already flushing enough.
Compliments only made it worse. Emma nearly blurted out a laugh now, quickly covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry!" she said. "It's just.. it sounds so very... cheesy," she shook her head. "I do appreciate the compliment, but I am far from perfect. You've seen my atrocious list-making skills, for example." Emma tossed some hair behind her shoulder, getting it out of the way of her face. She spent a few extra seconds raking fingers through it, getting it out of the way. Then she froze for a moment, bits coming into place. "Oh God," she looked to Luciana, "was that... was that supposed to be our starting?" Emma nearly spat a curse, just barely swallowing it. She ended up flushing darkly again, before letting out another laugh.
"I suppose that dismisses the whole," she gestured, "perfection idea, yes?"
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Luciana had honestly expected a little resistance to her cheesy words, she had started with cheesy because that was the most common thing to hear. It was also true in its own way, but that was about to be explained. Yes that was the start, but it's alright Emma. You weren't expecting me to start off like that, and I can see how you would mistake it. Don't worry, just relax, and try again. She said. This was a cute mistake though, and if she was being honest it almost made her like the woman more. It seemed all Emma could do was draw her in, even with her mistakes she found her more charming.
No, not really. Perfection is something everyone has in them already, it's just being who you are. That's all anyone should be, and no one should ask any more, or any less, than that. She said, letting her know her view on perfection, and why She didn't think it was all that cheesy, but still a bit cheesy. She couldn't deny that people used that so much now a days that it had become something someone almost expected to hear. However, She leaned in to whisper in the woman's ear, you are beautiful, you eyes are so attentive, and soft that I swear I have melted upon a single glance. She may be using her Accent to get her way with this one.
As she spoke her dainty hand reached over to caress the woman's thigh softly, her manicured nails softly playing along the woman supple thigh. She pulled away after whispering, and looked at the woman, giving her a soft smirk. You ever tried anything like this with your lover, to get him going? She asked, Or him doing this for you. She then finished, but her hand kept caressing at her covered thigh. She never went too far, not wanting to make the woman uncomfortable with her touches. She was trying to keep her comfortable while she did this.
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They weren't starting, or, rather, they were going to count that as a false start. Emma nearly laughed at that again, but she could recognize a retake when she heard one being offered. There had been a time or two when they'd gone too silly; outtakes often proved that. Emma shifted again, letting her hand run through her hair, almost casually draping it over one shoulder. It served as a backdrop while she turned to Luciana, her attentions refocused on the pretty latin woman.
This time, Emma picked up on the argument. It sounded almost more philosophical than flirty and, well, Emma couldn't help but appreciate that. She soon felt warm breath tickling her ear, sliding more words into her mind. The accent drizzled them over Emma, feeling like hot caramel just melting over her creamy skin. The starlet barely suppressed a shudder, and certainly couldn't as a hand trailed along her thighs. Emma tensed for a moment, bodily reflex taking over for several seconds.
"Flirting?" she asked. "Or," she moved her own hand now, letting her fingers trail over the back of Luciana's hand, "do you mean the light gentle touches?" she almost purred. She let her finely manicured nails trace over Luciana's hands for a few moments, trying to pretend that said hand didn't belong to a stunning woman instead of an appealing man. Emma shifted, her thigh rubbing against Luciana's for a moment. Her hand trailed, while she moved so that her expressive brown eyes were looking up at Luciana.
"If perfection is something brought out, then wouldn't you be more perfect than me?" she asked, keeping her own voice low and a little flirty. "After all, you're the trainer; I'm the trainee," she licked her lips for a moment, shifting. Think teasing; she had to think about teasing and flirting. "I would also wager a guess that most would find your accent far more appealing than mine," Emma said, smiling slightly. She drew her hand up to move her hair back again, showing a little more of her face. Her other hand moved, almost drawing circles about Luciana's hand.
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Even though this was take two, it didn't matter. The important part was the woman's willingness to jump in, and it seems She did a wonderful job at that. Without even having to think about it at first, or so it seemed. She was staring into the woman's eyes, the backdrop of her soft down hair making it feel as if no one else could look in on them, like they had escaped to their own private place to talk and act flirty. It was sweet, and as her hand ran through her hair it filled the space with Emma's shampoos scent. It smelled amazing, and mixed with the natural allure of the woman it was another form of seduction unique to Emma Watson.
The woman's tension didn't go unnoticed to the trainer, but it died off before she was too concerned about it. She fell back into the groove of the situation simply, and even started flirting back as well. The gentle touch to the back of her hand, the momentary caress of thighs against one another. It was all the most simple part to play in the act of flirting, the safe bet. Then she turned to look up at her, this eyes of hers were so soft and inviting. They told her everything she needed to know, yet withheld what she wanted to know. For a moment she felt herself cracking, but she reeled it in, composing herself again while she stared back into the woman's eyes. This was going well so far, but she wondered if the woman was flirting with her, or picturing her boyfriend in her place.
No one is more perfect than someone else. It just means I've found myself, but even Then I have room to grow. Perfect is ever growing. She whispered back. The woman's voice, and she had noticed the near purr in her voice moments ago, was like silk caressing over her bare flesh. She felt her body shiver in response to the woman's words, and hand drawing gentle circles on hers. She noticed the gears turning in her head as she had to think about the flirting, the words she was going to say. Everyone was different sure, but it was her job to help improve her in these areas. So she noted that. Many would say that, but many still find a British accent sensual, and alluring in a way few are. She gave in a retort to her tease.
Finally she did speak again, as her trainer, Don't think about it, just do, and say whatever feels natural. I can tell you're a woman who likes to use her brain, but you don't need to while flirting and teasing. Use something a bit more...basic. She said, her hand trailing up a little further now, even dipping to caress the woman's inner thigh. Her lips came closer, leaning in so their lips actually nearly touched, her eyes still meeting hers. The Latina's eyes half closed as if overcome with the passion of the moment, the need to kiss her. She didn't close the gap, she waited to see if the other woman would back away, or close it herself.
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Yet again, the flirtation took an almost philosophical bent. Emma smiled, eyes lowering with a slight laugh. Either Luciana's flirtations turned toward mental, or... and Emma realized this to be more likely, she was matching her flirting to her target. Offer teasing mental puzzles to the girl who had been overthinking everything and looked as if she had everything all together, but say it with a teasing, flirty purr. She even twisted Emma's own words.
"Perhaps if you like prim and proper," Emma replied, dropping each word and almost over-enunciating. Her hand stilled for a few moments. "Most prefer that sensual purr of yours: it feels like petting with words," and she wasn't entirely sure she could manage that without much more guidance. She opened her mouth, ready to move on to talking more about the idea of perfection. But advice stilled her, as she recognized Luciana moving gently from flirting to training.
"Natural?" replied Emma, quirking her brow. Her mind started whirling, trying to think about what she considered natural. While her brain fizzed, she found the other woman descending. Soon Emma's vision filled with soft caramel. A shuddering breath drew in an almost spicy flavor, and Emma's lips parted a little, momentarily overwhelmed by the situation and the woman involved. Her lips hovered close to the Latina's, breath intertwining for a few more moments.
Natural? Emma raised a finger up, lightly putting it onto Luciana's lip. "I would say you quite earned that yet," she said teasingly. She drew her finger back, kissed it lightly, and smiled. "I'm also not certain I've had quite enough wine to be experimenting with a woman yet. Even one who looks like caramel sex poured into a designer dress," she reached for her wine, taking a slight sip and edging slightly away, though she kept her eyes locked on Luciana the whole time.
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Luciana giggles softly as the woman spoke with an over-enunciating voice. She smiled a bit, and shook her head softly, as she had found the British accent of the woman pleasing to her years, even if she didn't believe it. She didn't have to, all that mattered was that it was the truth, that she enjoyed the accent of the other woman. She did slightly regret moving on to the training before she had caught what the woman's thoughts about her latest speech on perfection. She enjoyed their little game they were playing, a game that took flirting into Emma's court, which was exactly what she had wanted to do. The more comfortable she felt with the type of flirting she was doing, the better.
As they were so close she could practically taste the fair skinned woman's lips on hers, the warmth of their breath mixing had a sweet taste to it almost. She wasn't surprised, however, as the woman pulled away from her, but in a way that was flirty. It was a massive improvement, something she hasn't expected. She had expected her to pull away, too nervous to do something like that Without more wine in her system, that had been a test. One that the British woman failed, but it was also a hopeful moment. She had wondered what it would be like to kiss, but it was still mostly a chance for her to prove she was prepared for this training. Apparently she still had some room to go.
I knew you were going to do that, but you still impressed me a little bit. The Latina said bluntly, now back to her professional composure as she also indulged in Some of the wine. You tensed up once, as I leaned in, and you pulled away. We talked about us possibly doing sexual things, but I can understand that kissing may be your limit. I did some research beforehand and I noticed you admitted in an interview you didn't like to watch movies scenes where you kissed someone. I take it you find kissing to be something intimate? She asked, and again made a note on her pad of paper.
Luciana smiled again to the beautiful woman, But the flirting thing you are getting better at already. You just need to remember to stop thinking about it, and start just feeling it. It would make it easier on you, and a lot more tempting to your partner. Besides that I have no complaints. Your touched took the safe route, caressing my hand rather than being more bold as I was. Now, before we move on, and comments, questions, or concerns? She asked as she leaned back into the couch to watch her, wondering with amusement if she would take what she said well. She wasn't meaning to insult her, and she wasn't being mean she was just stating facts. She still did like the woman, but she had to remind herself that she was a client. Not someone she was able to actually seduce.
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To Emma's surprise, the flirtation, and most of the heat in the room, evaporated in a few moments, just a few words. The starlet again fought the urge to start smiling or laughing as Luciana gave what amounted to a performance review. Emma settled back, fighting the urge to start taking notes as Luciana started. The mention of kissing had Emma flushing slightly. She had said that, hadn't she? It had been so long ago that she'd nearly forgotten. It did impress her to hear that Luciana had done some research before.
"I was trying to be coy," Emma insisted, though she was fairly certain that her flush gave her away partially. Perhaps mentally she had but, well, she wasn't sure she could've done much else. She supposed she could have turned Luciana away gently, but that probably would've been much worse. As for mentions of tension... Emma knew that would only go away with practice, if it went away at all.
"You said to go natural," Emma replied. "And my instinct was to be... coy," she frowned, not pleased with having to use the same word again. Apparently that was the problem, wasn't it? She was supposed to be more bold, right? Plus, she had all but signed up for this. But apparently mentally there was some bit of Emma still hesitating. She went for her wine, taking a sip.
"Maybe it would help if," she gestured, "I were, ah, prepared? I mean," she frowned, "I don't feel particularly... sexy in this. I was told comfortable, and I almost feel more like we should be shopping or taking a hike. Or drink more wine,' she frowned, looking at the alcohol. Drinking more of that would probably make her more flirty, assuming she didn't just fall asleep on the couch or something like that. She paused again, still mostly facing the wine, but turned slightly.
"Do you actually want to kiss me?" she asked, reaching up to tuck back hair. "As in, if you weren't being paid to, would you want to?" Though Emma was fairly certain that she already suspected what the answer would be.
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The flushing of her cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the woman, realizing it came from her comment about her not liking to watch her kiss someone on a movie. Then she didn't necessarily confirm, not deny, that she thought of kissing as something intimate. That let her know a bit more about what was swirling inside of the woman's pretty little head. Now she just needed to figure out more, but Emma brought light to that as she said she had tried to be coy, and she would admit that if that was her intention, then she had done quite well at it, and then she would have to rethink her initial thoughts. However, the blush on her pale cheeks told her the tale tell sign that she wasn't necessarily being honest.
Alright, as long as you followed your instinct I Will have to give you that one. I'm proud of you in that case. Luciana made one last note before putting the paper away in her purse. She wasn't sure she was done with it, but she didn't need it at the moment. Instead she took a sip of her wine, and then refilled both glasses, as they needed it by this point. She was thinking about the next step when She mentioned her clothes not making her feel sexy. Right I had forgotten again, there is three outfits on the bed, the bedroom is right there, She gestured, feel free to wear any of them. My favorite is the one in the middle. She said, taking yet another sip of the wine.
That question had managed to surprise the woman, and because of that Luciana took a moment to answer. She sighed a bit, Well, the answer to that is quite simple. I almost kissed you there because I wanted to. Professionally I knew I shouldn't yet, that I should have let you got more comfortable with me touching you, teasing you, allowing you to learn to do the same. However, I let myself get swept away a bit, and because of that I almost kissed you. So yes, I would want to, even if I wasn't being paid. She almost admitted to more than that, but she stopped herself. She didn't want to scare off the woman, this wine was making her lips awfully loose.
The outfits Emma would find on the bed, if she went; on the left hand side as she walked in was a cute blue dress, a bit more reserved. It went down just below her knees, and was a bit more free and loose, with a modest neckline. It had spaghetti straps, and came with some heels if she wanted, very short ones. The one on the right hand side was a white blouse, with short sleeves, and a few buttons on it so she controlled how much cleavage she showed. It had a black skirt with it, a few inches shorter than the blue dresses, and a bit tighter around the hips. The one in the middle was a red dress with a shirt hem line, at her mid thighs,and a v neck line that dipped down to show a glimpse of cleavage. It was designed to hug the woman's hips, but he looser as it went down to the hem so it was easy to move in.
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That felt a little like a mother patting their child's head for drawing a rather shaky sketch. Still, the half-compliment did make Emma feel rather good, and perhaps a little ashamed at protesting at all. She again found herself tucking more hair behind an ear. At the mention of the outfits, Emma rose, thinking that she should look fairly soon. She hesitated as Luciana continued: three, with one a clear favorite. Was that another test? Or was the outfit going to be something so outrageous that Emma daren't wear it at all?
While Emma considered, her question hung in the air. Again Luciana gave her an almost too honest answer, with several layers of compliments hidden behind each explanation. Swept away, almost kissed, and an admission that Luciana found her attractive beyond even the job. The actress almost asked if Luciana weren't essentially being paid for that, but she could see the realization in those chocolate eyes: Luciana hadn't meant to be that honest. The thought had Emma stunned for a few seconds, looking at the attractive Latina. There was something else there, if Emma were to guess.Perhaps she finds me sexually attractive?fluttered through her mind. Maybe Emma should tease a little? She looked to the room, considering for a moment.
"Right, if you just wait a moment," Emma said, "I'll try to be fairly quick at changing. I do have practice," she paused for a moment, again considering Luciana. "I'm certain the choice will be quite difficult."
A quick nod, and Emma entered. She saw the three outfits. The blouse and skirt looked almost too professional, something Emma would've worn to an interview of some kind. She noted the well selected hosiery laid beside it, running her fingers over it with approval. Clearly this would be considered a safe choice, and not proper. The blue dress appealed rather strongly: blue looked good on Emma, and it struck her as being more freeing than a more buttoned down appearance. When she held it up to the mirror, however, she noted the rather modest hemline. So that left...
"Oh my," said Emma, noting the red dress. It bordered on scandalous. Emma had worn red before, and with her hair twisted up or properly curled and some brilliant lipstick she knew she could make it pop. A quick check showed that it would come up to mid-thigh, and that, were Emma to choose the stockings, they likely would have showed. Additionally, the plunging neckline would make wearing her rather conservative bra an impossibility. "I think this answers my question," Emma murmured. She quickly divested herself of her own clothing, carefully laying the flannel and denim to the side. Her boy-short panties and matching bra were far better suited to the causal wear, but Emma didn't exactly see alternatives laid out. So she, with some reluctance, divested herself of the bra and prayed the panties would somehow work. Stockings rolled up, and Emma soon found herself squeezing into a dress that felt nearly a size too small.
Quick hands twisted her hair up, forming a purposefully sloppy updo with a few strands hanging down. Emma adjusted it, nodded, and smoothed the fabric out. It took some work to zip up, but she was fairly certain it would be worth it. Emma knelt, picked up the low-slung heels laid near the blue dress, and rose smoothly. She headed back into the room, smiling. "Sorry about the delay, your choice is rather snug," she smoothed the fabric, then held up the heels. "Did you want me to wear these? I didn't see any laid out near the red..." she trailed off, licked her lips, then offered a slightly teasing smile. "You also neglected to lay out appropriate lingerie, so unless you expected me to go au natural, I'd say that counts as a bit of oversight from our perfect trainer."
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Luciana realized she needed to stop drinking, so she did the obvious thing, she sipped a little more of the wine, then say it aside in favor of her water. She had noticed the woman's hesitation as she rose, as if pondering what to say next. She figured it may have something to do with the outfits that she had laid out for her. She had not had the time to get everything in order, or rather, she had forgotten a few things. Like shoes for each outfit, but that was mostly because she ended up wearing the shoes she had intended for the red dress, which would later explain why Emma couldn't find them for her choice, not that she knew her choice yet.
Once Emma went into the room she dug out her stockings from her purse, and slipped them on. It was then that she found the lingerie that she had got for the outfits. She hadn't forgotten them, but rather, wasn't sure Emma would necessarily be comfortable in them. She stared at them for a moment while considering what to do with them. If she asked for them She would mention them, if not she would just assume she was wearing appropriate underwear for the outfit, which was highly unlikely if her choice in clothes were at all reflected from her outfit she wore to the hotel.
It wasn't long before the woman emerged again, and indeed wearing her favorite choice. Well, I hadn't forgotten, I was assuming you may have worn something fitting for them. However, after dismissing that once I saw your clothes, I also wasn't sure if you would be comfortable wearing them. I have them though, let me get them. As far as your shoes, Well, I wore them today, which is why they weren't with the dress. I liked them too much to pass them up today. She said while digging around her purse for all of the lingerie. They were all moved into a plastic back, and then she carried them over to her. Her Brown eyes looked at the woman in the dress she had favored, and it looked much better than she had thought it would.
Here you go. Some of them aren't exactly lingerie, just to make sure you had some options. Luciana said while they stood there, her eyes even roamed to her hair, liking the way she had it in a messy look. The lick of the woman's lips had brought back her desire to kiss her, but again she had to remember to be professional. It wasn't easy actually, for once in her career. It was probably the alcohol talking, she hadn't eaten anything since she started sipping at it, or even before so it was messing with her.
In the bag Emma would find quite the assortment of underwear. Various different matching sets of panties, and bras. Some of them were simple, but cute panties that would match each of the outfits, it there were two sets of lingerie. A black set that was lacy, and had a garter belt to go along with it, and a bright red one that was silly smooth, and sheer so it was fairly revealing. It had a bit of lace around the edges, and and also came with a garter belt. All in all, she had plenty of choices, and all of them were new and never worn before. Also in the bag was a makeup kit, in case she wanted to freshen up her makeup.
While the fair skinned actress was finishing up in the bedroom, the Latina woman went about setting the mood a bit better. She dimmed the lights, and light some candles around the room so it was filled with a sweet scent, lavender. Then she opened the curtains so the moonlight would filter in, and they had the best view of the night sky you could in a city with light pollution. She say back down, and relaxed into the couch again, sipping at some of her water again. While she waited to see the woman's completed look.
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That almost sounded like a challenge: wouldn't be comfortable wearing them. Emma didn't easily rise to claims like that. Perhaps the wine or her own desire to prove herself to Luciana or simply a desire to raise a symbolic middle-finger to her boyfriend pushed her in that moment, but Emma decided spontaneously to go further than just tease about it. Whatever Luciana had selected, she'd wear, regardless of how racy they happened to be. The comment about heels had her smiling. "They look rather fetching on you," she commented, "and heels feel rather pointless for what we're doing."
She reached for the offered purse, purposefully letting her fingers linger for just a moment on the woman's fingers.Dear lord, I'm starting to go a little randy, aren't I?Emma's eyes flicked to the lingerie, realizing what she'd just so readily agreed to. If she wore them, then Luciana would see them. It wasn't difficult to imagine. And if she saw them, that meant that Emma would undress to them. They'd already verbally agreed to at least some sexual contact, but Emma had just almost casually enacted a quite obvious sign of agreement.
Yet Emma took it all the same. Took it and turned back into the bedroom, almost adding a little hop. Another quick look showed makeup, and Emma's brows rose. She wasn't quite an expert at self-application, but she could at least better match what she had. To her delight, she noted that the colors Luciana picked out best matched the red dress. "That minx," she said, lips twisting into another smile.
Into the room. Shimmy out of the boy-panties. Then, bottomless, Emma studied. Black or red; they always said black meant you wanted to shag, but the red looked the most daring. Emma thumbed the red for a moment, wondering if red on red wasn't a little overkill. "You're overthinking it again," Emma said, before taking the red set and shimmying into them. They fit her quite well, though she felt that her only slightly trimmed nether fur likely stood out upon the sheer fabric. Emma flushed as she smoothed down the dress, instead focusing on the makeup. She opted for a slightly sloppy, sultry to go with her hair: red lipstick to match, some light work around the eyes. Emma hesitated for a moment at the blush: they'd talked her freckles up before. Again simply going with instinct, she forewent anything major, simply adjusting her foundation and readjusting everything.
"Right," Emma said, nodding at a reflection. She looked... hot. Not simply adorable or gorgeous, but like she wanted a good shag. The loose hair even looked grabable, if Emma was any estimator of such things. Emma headed back to the living room, smiling as she entered.
"Wow, it's official," she said as she looked around, "I should be dating you instead of him," the starlet smiled an honest smile, brown eyes twinkling with mirth and delight at the utterly romantic situation as she turned to Luciana.
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Luciana had no way of knowing what the starlet was going to choose to wear, but she figured she would take either the safe bet, or go with the black set. She was guessing based on the woman's previous choices while their spoke together. One thing she did know, was that Emma had looked amazing in that dress of hers. She was actually considering letting her keep the outfit instead of her holding on to it for another time they spent together. She was sipping at her water almost distracted while She waited, looking around to make sure she didn't forget anything again.
By the time the door was opening, and Emma walked out in the stunning dress, she was sure she was ready again. She glanced over, and sucked in a breath as she appraised the work the young woman had done on herself. The makeup was on point with her features, and the look she chose was stunning. She really couldn't use adorable as a descriptive word for this outfit on her, instead she wouldn't have to use a lot more creative words. Flawless. You look flawless Emma. She said, standing to move over a bit to allow her the seat She was previously in, since it was the one closest to where she was walking out from.
Then it occurred to her what she said, and she gave her a smile again. You said it, not me. She teased quickly, in response. I assure you, I would be much more...attentive and caring than him. She said, but she knew Emma was only teasing, so she put no merit to the words of the fair skinned woman. She figured she was perfectly comfortable in her relationship with a male, and not looking for a female to go with. Even if she currently looked more tantalizing than Luciana did, and she almost regretted not bringing any change of clothes for herself.
After a pat to the couch, so she would hopefully join her again, she turned on soft music in the background. It was turned down low so it was hard to hear, but it was playing music to set the mood back to the way it was before she started evaluating her. I know men don't often set the mood like this, but a woman does. So I felt for this next attempt at your lessons we should indulge ourselves a bit. This Also happens to be something I enjoy doing. She never said if she did It for all her clients, or if this was exclusively something she did for someone she had an interest in.
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Flawless? Emma fought another role of her eyes, again feeling a slight flush. The way Luciana said it, like that, it sounded less like a teasing word and more like the Latina's brain had skipped a few beats. Luciana recovered quickly enough, flirting and teasing yet again. That last claim though, it had Emma looked at Luciana curiously. How... how teasing was that? Because it almost sounded just a touch genuine. Emma had dated better guys in the past, and she'd gotten fairly close to dumping her current paramour but... shouldn't she be defending him? Then again, he'd signed her up to get "properly trained" without looking through everything, so fuck him.
A slight bit of anger had hardened Emma's expression, and she nearly jumped at the offer. Nodding, she headed back toward the couch, once more sliding on, hardly disturbing it. She tugged the dress slightly, though it rose just enough to confirm stockings and give a flash of garter. Emma hesitated a moment, her hands hovering near her skirt edge. If Luciana had seen that, and had memorized which garter went with which, then she'd essentially guess which pantie Emma had gone with.
"Some men do," Emma replied, considering her wine glass again. "I had an ex, probably two before my current boyfriend. He could set a mood quite well. I'd sometimes come home from a shoot to find lights dimmed and some light wine poured: we were barely legal for it by European standards," Emma took a breath, leaning slightly against the couch, one arm raised to prop up her head. "Sorry for the indulgence," she considered Luciana for a moment. "You mentioned liking to set the mood, and I'd wager you like your job, but I can't help but wonder... and forgive me if I'm being too forward here, but considering that we're about to kiss, I figure it's alright. Are you exclusively interested in the same sex? Or are you perhaps bi or... what's the word, pan? Pansexual. I know there's a spectrum, I think I took a test once..." because of course she had.
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Again the woman felt ridiculous, even she could hear how cheesy her words were. She was a bit surprised that the woman didn't jump to the aid of her boyfriend as she very obviously said that he wasn't worth her time it didn't matter though, she knew if she had any plans of dismissing him, She would. Everyone knew Emma was not the type of person to let someone drag her down for too long before she took action, every role she had played had a backbone of varying degrees. She wondered how much of that was the actress now that she thought of it. There was one bit of redeeming done, the compliment of calling her flawless was very cheesy, but it was hardly used anymore to describe a person.
Luciana had noticed the garter from the corner of her eyes as the woman sat down, but which garter it was, was a mystery to her still. The peripheral view didn't offer enough detail to ascertain which One it was belonging to. She did know that the woman's makeup up close looked amazing, and she was very drawn to the woman's lips with them being painted from her offered makeup bag. She was impressed at her work, and she was also impressed that she didn't have to coax her into sitting beside of her this time. It had been much easier than before, and she was amazed at how little the couch gave under her, she knew she was light but still. I do think you look amazing in that dress, it was a good choice on your part.
I see, he sounds like a wonderful man. Was all she said about it, as she didn't know the circumstances that led to their splitting up, not what sort of person he was besides that of course. Then she watched as the woman got comfortable on the couch beside of her, leaning back and propping her head up, and she realized that she was thinking of something. That had not been the question she had been expecting, and it brought a small laugh to her plump lips. Well, that was a surprise question. I would say that I'm mostly interested in the same sex. I do find men appealing, but it's harder for me to get emotionally invested in them since I have been disappointed so many times by them. I prefer women because I just have more of an emotional attachment, and it happens I like the female body. She said.
Then she gave her a small smirk after she answered the question, I never said we were going to kiss when we started back up. Luciana raised her thin eyebrow in a silent question to the woman, teasing her again. She was back in her more friendly attitude, instead of her training one, so that it was a lighter air between them again. She preferred this, as it promotes them talking to one another, and treating the other as a person rather than a trainer or client.
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A good choice, as if Luciana hadn't all but set up the choice to begin with. Still, Emma had to smile a bit at that, feeling a bit like the teacher's pet she so often played in films. That the dress in question made her feel considerably sexier certainly helped as well, even if she did have to keep fighting the urges to start tugging it down more and more.
The comments regarding the ex nearly had Emma laughing again. Then again, what else could you say when someone was being indulgent like that? At least the "surprise question" drew the attention back onto Luciana. Apparently the woman was bisexual but leaned mostly toward women in a relationship fashion. Emma spent a few moments thinking about scales and labels before mostly dismissing it. It was all rather complicated, and for the moment, it hardly mattered. The bit about the female body had Emma smirking again.You're smiling a lot around her, and your hand keeps playing with your hair.
Emma drew her hand away from a flyaway curl for a moment, as she saw a smirk on Luciana's face. More light, flirty comments, and Emma again felt like another moment had opened up, a moment she was supposed to be taking advantage of. Her brain started firing so many different opportunities and lines, nearly causing her to stun for a few moments. It lasted only a second, before words tumbled out of Emma's mouth, barely thought out: "Oh," she frowned for a moment, head tilting, that flyaway curl bouncing, "did you not want to kiss me anymore? Because if so, then this lipstick was rather a waste," she licked her lips slightly, tilting her head into a nearly classic kissing position. Another thought followed, the idea of being daring, forward, but not directly copying what Luciana had done before.
So Emma reached out, and instead of brushing back her own hair, moved to gently stroke some of Luciana's, letting her fingers linger on the cheek for just a few moments.
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Luciana noticed that the young star almost laughed again, her eyes were easy to read once you sit down with her for a while. The woman had to admit though, Emma's smiled was quite charming, and now she seemed to be more comfortable, and confident in what she wore, it was doubly so. It was making it harder to resist flirting again, right off the bat. She was feeling her own flirtatious signs coming up to the surface, and hers woman be just as easy to read as the other woman's. She usually started with gentle touches, and smiling a lot. Sometimes she had a habit of keeping her hand close to her face, her fingers tracing her luscious lips to draw attention to them.
What was unexpected was the woman's words as she moved her hand from her curls, and the tilt of her head that left her open for a kiss. The temptation was strong, so strong in fact she almost gave in, but she wasn't going to crack the moment she showed interest, no matter how tempting. Her hand reached over to gently rub the woman's thigh as she went to speak, but was stopped short as she initiated her own form of flirting. The woman's hand brushed her cheek, so soft and gentle against her flawless skin that she felt her head tilt ever so slightly into the small hand of Emma. That was definitely more bold than the woman had been up to this point, and she was proud of her.
Luciana did cave a bit, and leaned closer to the woman, her right hand moving to the cheek, her thumb lightly caressing over her high cheekbone. She was watching the woman's eyes, but this time she didn't give the woman a chance to pull away, if she tried. She leaned into close to her, and for a brief moment their lips were so close they could almost feel them, her breath caught as she leaned in to fill the gap. Her lips were soft, warm, and gentle against the other woman's. The kiss was soft and sweet, her hand gently ran through the woman's hair to stop at the back of the woman's neck. Her fingers softly making designs as she kissed her.
The kiss didn't last long, before she pulled away to gauge the woman's response to it. Her hand caressed the woman's neck as She pulled it away, to rest in her lap again. She didn't think about giving her a grade, so to say, on this one. This may have been a professional move, but at the same time she felt that both of the women had wanted that for more than the job at hand. Maybe it was the wine, and the mood that she had set. That's what she wrote it up to, not her being unprofessional, not her possibly being attracted to the woman. She was sure it was the wine, without it they would probably still be laughing and joking, while doing the job. Not moving on to the physical parts of the job. Granted that would be because Emma wouldn't be so relaxed with her, and it would have taken much longer to get her to open up.
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The starlet nearly asked her trainer if she'd done well, if the flirting had scored. Instead she watched, seeing the emotions play out across the Latina's pretty features. Enough practice let Emma know when the other girl was leaning in for a kiss, and she closed her eyes in time. Her own lips met Luciana's: pliable, soft, yielding while still moving in time with the other. She felt hands threading through her loosely bound hair as they kissed, and her own raised to flutter just near Luciana's cheeks, tips drawing just about the jawline, barely feeling the muscles moving in time with the kiss.
Soft, with a proper amount of give and take, without any needy tongue threading its unwelcome way into Emma's mouth. There was this strange, light taste just lingering on Emma's tongue, just long enough. Gentle flesh and coaxing lips kept the kissing going for not quite enough, leaving Emma before the starlet's head had even begun to proper spin. She blinked, looking at the trainer for a few seconds, before another smile spread her painted lips.
"So," she said, moving to run her hand along Luciana's face before again bringing it to rest on the couch, "was that a training kiss? Or was that a naughty, I can't believe I'm kissing my pretty client kiss?" Emma tilted her head. "I couldn't quite tell, as it was rather more enjoyable than I'd think something solely for training would be."
The starlet's smile had a naughty twist to it, and she nearly flushed. Wasn't that a good deal more forward, more flirtatious than she'd been prior? Emma knew there was a simple explanation for part of it: shewantedto flirt with the trainer, against her better judgment. But she also wanted to prove herself a good student and do what it took. There also might, just might, have been some alcoholic influence involved.
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To no surprise, it seemed that Emma was a wonderful kisser, easily following Lucianas lips as she gently moved them while the kissed. Her lips felt amazing, the tenderness of the kiss amplified from the feeling of her lips against the Latinas. Even she had felt like the kiss should have lasted, and it was a pleasant change of pace for her to kiss someone who wasn't trying to stuff their tongue into her mouth, but Instead they had just shared an intimate kiss that left her feeling tingly where the woman's fingertips had brushed, her lips feeling incomplete now the kiss had separated them.
There was that smile again, the look she got when she was about to tease, or maybe it was a look she gave when she had enjoyed herself. The question answered that the smile was probably both, but that didn't mean the question was any less hard to answer. I'll admit that it was a quote enjoyable experience, more so than I can say about any client previously. Another honest answer, and before she finished explaining, she took a sip of water to level her own thoughts from the swirling mass of tangled words. I would say it was supposed to be for the job, but it quickly spiraled into a kiss that I wanted to share with the charming woman beside of me.
Luciana didn't let that go, though, I was going to ask the same thing, if you had done that to prove that you're willing to do whatever you must for this, or if it was because you had wanted to kiss me. However, you admitting it was more enjoyable than something done for work, tells me all I need to know. She gave the woman a teasing smile, her eyes sparkling with her mood, happy and playful. She hoped that the kiss had also solidified everything between them, made it so the rest of their time together would be a lot smoother, and when they started her lessons again it may go better than before.
Now that the caramel skinned woman gave it another thought, she wondered if the alcohol had played a role in it at all. Maybe instead of it being the reason she kissed her, it was what loosened her up enough to be willing to. The smirk that the starlet just have had a naughty underlying meaning, she giggled a bit as she let her hand rest on Emma's thigh rather than her own leg, her thumb tracing small patterns against her skirt covered thigh. It's a shame he only wanted me to keep you for a few hours. Our time is running short today. She said, but she wasn't able to hide the small sign she felt inside of her. Clearly, even she wasn't ready for their first session to end.
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Enjoyable experience. Emma felt a little more warming at that. She felt a little warm bit of pride mixing in as well: she was at least partially seducing her trainer, in some small way. The actress almost had the ludicrous idea of convincing Luciana to sleep with her instead of the other way around. She dwelt on it for a few seconds, enjoying the mental image.
"It was a mixture of both," Emma agreed. "I'm trying to prove a good student, but your lips are quite pleasant," she smiled at that, knowing that by now her lips were starting to get rather used to the motion, almost sliding into the expression. The glee deepened as Emma noted the sparkle in Luciana's eyes: she was proving entertaining, if nothing else. The actress very nearly took another celebratory sip of wine, but instead simply let herself relish the moment.
A giggle, and a hand touched Emma's thigh. The starlet felt a little delicate shudder shoot through her, along with a quick tense and release of muscles. The little delicate motions made her feel, well, strangely appreciated for several seconds. The comment had her quirking a brow. "I'm sure that if I asked to stay longer he'd hardly object," a slightly irritated look came over her, "would serve him right, honestly. Did you know he signed me up for this before checking to make sure I was okay?" Anger flashed in Emma's expressive eyes. "At times he can be such a---sorry, sorry," she shook her head. "You're not a therapist."
Emma paused again, before taking in and releasing a deep breath. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the sofa. "God, and I spent so much time picking out the right set of lingerie because I wassureyou'd be seeing them. I feel like a fool now."
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Again, Emma's words got beer rained to giggle a bit as she admitted that her lips were quite pleasant. She was also glad to hear that she so openly admitted that she had wanted the kiss, and was trying to prove a good student for this. Well, I can assure you, your lips were like satin caressing over me. She teased, but that was ale true. The kiss had ignited something inside of her, like a warm glow that was slowly building, had been since she had come out in the red dress. It was a pleasant feeling, and wholly different from the warmth she felt from the wine, it was more focused, harder to ignore as it tempted her to keep the woman here for a while longer.
A flare of anger at the mention of her boyfriend, noted, so that the subject stayed off the table. It was oddly adorable to watch the woman to from the smiling woman who was enjoying herself, to the angry one who was saying that her boyfriend deserved whatever happened. I didn't know that actually. I felt like he was oddly vague about why it took three months to get you to do this. If I would have know I would have contacted you directly instead of letting him trick up both. She said, but then waved it off. Forget about him, now you are here for you. So what you want to, his problem is that he didn't think you were sexual enough. What he didn't realize is, maybe he he problem was him. He didn't know how to make you feel appreciated enough. She said, but she still had a lot of work to do, while the fair skinned woman was not needing to be more sexual, she definitely had some areas she could improve on. If she decided to come back for some more lessons.
I'm not a therapist, but I don't mind listening, it doesn't bother me at all. Luciana said as her hand gently rubbed her thigh, a more comforting gesture than her earlier touches. She was here as her trainer, but no progress could be made if she was upset, but the anger seemed to dissipate after she mentioned that their time was running thin. This brought a smirk to her lips while She watched the woman lay against the couch almost defeated in her body language. It was another one of those moments where she found the woman's honesty charming.
Emma, I said that the time was staying to draw near, not that it was over. Besides, as you said, it wouldn't hurt to stay later. These sessions are about you, not what he wants. The Latina said, and then followed it up with words spoken more lowly, and with an underlying hint, but now that I know you're so willing to undress for me, it's much more difficult to allow you to leave. She said, as her hand trailed down to the hem of her skirt, and momentarily brushing her smooth, milky thigh directly before her hand moved away.
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More compliments regarding the kisses. Emma shuddered, and had she not felt that stab of anger, likely would've carried on that conversation. She could quite easily make comparisons to caramel sweetness, though part of her wondered if that didn't border on racist (generally the part that refused to stop overthinking every aspect of everything, despite repeated assertions to do precisely that, mixed with wine making it harder to do so). But the flare happened.
A flare that Luciana worked to quickly tamper down. The last comment about forgetting had Emma nodding, even as she kept eyes closed and head back. More complimentary words followed, and Emma felt another blossom of warmth. She'd half expected it to come from betwixt her thighs, ignited by sexual passion, but instead she felt it in her chest. A burst of warm emotion spread: it felt like Luciana actuallycared, even if it was merely part of the whole training. While Emma didn't quite realize it at the time, later she would likely realize that the door toward a loving relationship had creaked open with those few words.
For now, she had to simply let the trainer play therapist. A rub at the thigh felt far too good, and she creaked one eye open to turn and watch. Yet again Emma found herself nearly feeling like a child, and she let out a wry laugh at that. Sessions about her? more warmth, bubbling up and spreading like molten caramel throughout Emma. Her eye flicked, seeing the hand teasing at the edge of her dress. She could say something, suggest Luciana go further, admit to it being right.
Instead, Emma opened both eyes. She looked Luciana in the eyes, and slowly, she let her thighs spread just a little more, the dress rolling up just a hint too daringly up her thighs. Emma could feel the air kissing her suddenly too hot skin. She knew the garter would be on full display, the teasing garment drawing a path up to between Emma's legs, a promised land where many would have pilgrimaged if offered the chance to do so. There was a slight tremor in Emma's legs, but she held the position all the same, still looking at the trainer all the while.
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The anger seemed to dissipate as she had hoped it would, and the woman calmed back down. She was glad to see that it didn't last, it could have drawn the curtain a bit more early than they wanted it to be pulled. Instead she seemed to lighten even more so now that she was showing her she was able to play therapist as well as her trainer, because she did care about her clients. Wasn't that what this was all about, helping people to open up to experience more. In the end this was her job because it was a passion of hers, because she enjoyed helping people. So there was no doubt that she did care for the fair woman, as she had genuinely started caring for her.
When Emma's expressionate Brown's met her own chocolatey gaze, she felt the flicker of desire rekindle the flame once more. She was again wanting to bring this woman's more playful, sexual side to the surface, and allow her to experiment with it. What she wasn't expecting was the parting of the woman's legs, letting her skirt hike up a bit daringly for the star. She smiled a bit as her eyes watched her, and now she was able to see the garter more fully. Her eyes drifted down the woman's body, and she giggled a bit as she noticed which garter she chose, knowing which set of lingerie she had chosen now. It was a good choice, and very pleasing to the eyes, eager to see it now she moved on a bit more.
However, Luciana didn't intend to dive between her thighs like some sex depraved fan. Instead she scooted a bit closer, and moved her hand up, trailing her fingertips ever so lightly over the woman's side. She teased slightly before as she leaned in, Emma, you sure that isn't a lot of red? She giggled softly, playing to the woman's constant over thinking. While her hand moved up, and caressing down her arm now, her fingers as soft as silk, until she took hold of the woman's hand. She pulled her hand over to her side, letting the woman know it was alright to touch her as well. If they were going to go any further than earlier, she had every intention of having this be as fun for Emma as it was her.
Once the Latina had allowed her to touch her side, she moved her hand to the woman's hip, guiding her to sit a bit more closely. Now her lips, slightly parted as she leaned in to the woman's again. She reconnected their lips so that the earlier kiss, which was pulled too soon, was remade. This time she had a bit more fire on her side, a passion in the way her lips moved against hers.
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Emma's head swam, and she could hear the constant thudding of her own heartbeat pounding her ears. Surely it would be loud enough for Luciana, close as she was, to start hearing as well. That heart skipped a few beats as Luciana smiled, the giggle seeming almost too playful. Emma's breath caught as Luciana nudged closer. Fingers danced and Emma felt her flesh shiver, her head lolling slightly. She hadn't been seduced like this in... had she ever been seduced like this?
Another teasing giggle, with Emma joining in. "Not fair," she protested, adding a slight pout, "you're the one who picked them out," she kept the pout for a few moments. The pout slid as her hand trailed up Luciana's side. She could feel the warmth radiating from the woman, the softness just hiding beneath the fabric. A gentle, sloping curve belying a much more full-bodied woman than Emma herself. Emma let her touch feather over that side, just feeling it out, almost as if to admire the fabric. While she played, she felt Luciana's hand descend, just touching her hip.
They moved. Emma's head tilted. Her lips parted to willingly move, joining Luciana for the kiss. The Latina's passion coursed into Emma, and she felt her own lips returning in kind. Emma moved, her hand sliding up, cupping against Luciana's face. Her body curled slightly, a little flare starting in her lower abdomen. Feeling daring, either sexually or scholarly, Emma dared open her mouth a little more. Her delicate pink tongue just flicked outside, as if to wave inward the more experienced woman's.
Emma felt her chest tighten, knew the burgeoning signs of arousal. Her mind screamed, insisted that she stop, pull back. But wine and desire and the want to do something utterly different, perhaps reckless, fought back, marshaling a stronger attack as Emma leaned a little further into the kiss.
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Luciana was breathless as she felt the woman's hand caress at her so softly it reminded her of a feather being caressed over her body, igniting a fire in her lower abdomen. Her mind was wiped of all thoughts, cleared of anything besides this one moment. This one kiss from her brunette partner was on a whole new level compared to the previous one. She felt as if all of the previous teasing and games were over, now they were to the point they were trying to make get at the whole time. Their lips speaking for them, no words needed in this moment, although the pout from Emma had made this more worth it. It was cute, not that she would tell her that now, it meant breaking the kiss.
The longer the kiss continued the more her partner seemed to be into it, her lips parting more, the woman's head tilting, her hand cupping her cheek. In turn the darker skinned woman moved her hand around the woman waist, her dainty hand caressing softly of the curve of the woman's back as she leaned in. The fabric dampening the soft skin of the woman's back, but her hand still followed the woman's back until it curled in her hair finally. She let her thumb trace softly against her neck, before her hand started undoing the woman's hair, letting it fall around her face. She liked it better like this, and then her hand softly ran through her hair.
Then Emma boldly introduced her pink tongue into the kiss, and Luciana responded in turn. Her mouth parting slightly more to meet the woman's beckoning tongue. Her own pink tongue slipping carefully against the woman's, following it into her warm, awaiting mouth, lingering momentarily to slowly lick at her lower lip. Her tongue tenderly explored her, playing with the woman's as she continued to deepen the kiss, already feeling more aroused from this intimate moment than she had from a kiss previously. The warmth spreading throughout her body, originating in her lower abdomen as it made a blazing trail throughout her veins.
Finally her left hand moved, as she turned to better face the woman, resting on her hip. Her thumb traces, almost mindlessly, over her waistline as she appreciated the woman's soft body so close to hers.
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This was quickly becoming the sort of kiss people wrote songs about. Emma could feel it seeping into her. Warmth curled in her abdomen, spreading, seeping slowly into the rest of her, leaking through her veins and igniting small fires as it went. Emma could feel the electric tingle at the apex of her thighs, the same dancing sensation that happened with arousal. Her breath hitched, her chest felt tight. Cute pink nipples would start to perk, little mounds showing on the red fabric, giving way Emma's braless state.
Emma could feel her hair falling about her shoulders, and she let out a giggle through their kisses. Apparently Luciana like it when women let their hair down. The giggle broke contact for mere seconds, before hungry lips began again working against one another. Emma's open mouth, teasing tongue wiggling, would be quite the enticing target. The more skillful tongue explored her own, and Emma let out a shuddering moan. Their tongues began dueling for a moment, playfully seeking one another out, sliding saliva between them. Emma found herself momentarily stunned, realizing as the kiss deepened how very outclassed she was. Emma had nearly hit the edge, short of demonstrating her tongue's agility. She felt like Luciana's lips promised more.
A hand fluttered, and Emma felt herself melting into a ouch. Her own hands trailed down the woman's curved form, feeling the dress starting to contour to it. Her own likely clung as well, twin fabric forming second skins upon both the fair ladies as their tongues dueled. Emma felt her body roll slightly, the electric sensations shooting throughout. If kissing always felt this good, she'd have practiced far, far more often.
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Even as the woman broke away to giggle so a moment she smiled as her eyes quickly roamed the angles of the woman's face, only to close Once more as their mouths met again in their passionate hunger. The Latinas own nipples perked underneath the fabric of her dress, hers a bit more hidden thanks to the lovely silver bra she was wearing. She hadn't yet realized the other woman's arousal yet, but she had guessed as much. Even the kiss reflected their growing arousal as both women were teasing the other into the warmed bliss of need. Their lips forging the way as they remained locked.
Luciana found the woman's tongue to be just that, an inviting target that led her back into the woman's warm mouth. She was able to tell that the young star was a bit less experienced in this regard, so she used this chance to show her. Her tongue slowly teasing along hers, momentarily dueling with hers, the playful game only served to entice her more. She was slowly and passionately methodical as she allowed her tongue to explore her mouth, teasing tracing the tip along the roof of her mouth, knowing it's usually quite the sensitive spot for someone. She wanted to show the woman how to do this, while also enjoying the kiss to the fullest, which she had hoped she had done. If not she didn't care, the latter part of her wants was working.
Luciana felt the woman's body roll into her, and took this opportunity to climb onto the couch, her knees keeping her up as her body dangles over hers for a brief moment, this action separating their lips for mere seconds before she sought hers out again. Her left hand trailed now, moving slowly up the woman's flat stomach, gently caressing her covered flesh. Her hand moved over her breasts, but she didn't stop to grope her, instead she carefully went up, the palm of her hand teasingly rubbing over Emma's erect nipple just covered by the dress. Her hand found the woman's neck, where she held on to her. Her other hand moving around to cup the woman's face now, her thumb caressing over her cheek.
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Their tongues kept swirling. Emma's head grew lighter with each passing second, feeling her breath stolen almost literally by the latina trainer. Still she kept the kiss, not wanting the first to break, to call a pause to their mouths' glorious actions. She could feel Luciana's tongue teasing and exploring, clearly flicking and learning Emma's own mouth. The starlet took the opportunity show that dexterity, swirling her own tongue about the exploring digit, almost dancing around it for a few long seconds.
Luciana moved, shifting along the couch. Emma took advantage of the momentary break, greedily sucking in air. She could feel her lips already swelling from their kissing, the red lipstick slightly smeared from passionate movements. Emma looked up at the Latina for a few moments, uncertain as to their next moves. Hands trailed along her, and she tried to move hers in time, more of her inexperience and uncertainty showing. Part of Emma hadn't even accepted that this was happening to her, let alone become willing enough to allow herself full participation.
The starlet sucked in a breath as she felt the hand flutter near her breast. Her eyes darted down as she saw the tent of fabric. The lip twisted between her teeth, Emma biting and looking up. As hands directed her, Emma tilted her head, again moving her lips to position. Her own hands shifted, uncertain, looking to perhaps circle or stroke Luciana in return. The starlet's pulse had quickened, and the fire within was making processing more difficult.
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Luciana had noticed that the woman had to greedily fill her lungs while their kiss was parted. She had to do the same, but She was more subtle about it, breathing through her nose slowly as they kissed. While parted she took a few quick breaths, as this woman was showing her little tricks with her tongue, mostly it's dexterity once they started their kiss back. Her lips felt like they were pouty now, after having been engaged in the other woman's lips for so long, she was willing to bet her own lips may have a red stain on them by now, which was perfectly acceptable for her.
It wasn't hard to tell the woman was a bit nervous with her hands, clearly not sure what to do with them while the Latina explores hers for a moment. She broke the kiss with a soft smile, and leaned down to playfully nip the woman's ear, giving it a tender kiss before she whispered, her voice changed from the arousal she felt, her accent thickening. Don't worry, just enjoy what I do for you. She whispered, she wasn't concerned with her own pleasures tonight, only having the chance to explore Emma's lovely body with her eyes, and lips.
Her hands moved from the woman's hair now, one of her knees shifting to be slightly between the woman's legs, her thigh being placed between the other woman's. Her hands moved down along her arms tenderly, her fingertips playing along her sensitive skin, making a pathway back up the underside of her arms. When they reached her shoulders again She gently rubbed down the woman's front again, this time her fingers gently caressing over her nipples, playing softly for only a moment before moving on, slowly down her stomach again. Do you want this? She asked lowly, staring down into the woman's eyes, her long hair falling around her face like a curtain of dark locks. Her lips turned in a small grin as she appreciated the woman's reactions to her tender caresses.
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That sultry whisper made Emma shiver yet again. Luciana had played off her accent, her smooth and silky voice, before, but hearing it all but promise pleasure now melted Emma all the further onto the couch. She felt her breath hitching as Luciana continued, words lathering the starlet up all the further. Emma could see the eyes raking her, consuming her flesh with a hungry gaze. Part of her almost wanted to fold inwards. Instead, she felt herself almost opening up, as if she were a flower coaxed into bloom by the buzzing Luciana.
Legs shifted. Emma felt her own parting slightly. She let out a slight gasp as she felt Luciana's smooth leg sliding between her own. Her hands fluttered for a moment, before coming to a rest on Luciana's shoulders, not finding anywhere else. Delicate touches played along her, moving up and down the arms, again pimpling the flesh. Emma once more bit her lip, staring coquettishly up at the trainer as she played. When fingers touched near nipples, Emma let out a soft noise, her body undulating just once, chest thrusting slightly.
Then she lay back, breath coming harder. Hair shielded their faces, providing further intimacy. Another question fell, and Emma had to smile. Did she want this? Hadn't she already agreed? But Luciana kept asking permission, kept seeking steps even as she actively worked to seduce Emma. Had she wanted to make love to a woman, even this woman, before entering the room? No. Was she at the point wherenotdoing so even felt like a option....?
Emma shifted her arms, linking fingers behind Luciana's neck. She gently drew the woman down, and lightly kissed those lips, just a soft, gentle peck before pulling back. Emma's eyes shimmered for a moment, and she took a shaky breath. "I'm nervous," she confessed, a hand unwinding to brush back loose curls, "but... but I haven't felt quite like this in..." she bit her lip, shifting her hips, "well, I'm honestly not sure I ever have..."
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Luciana felt the woman's responses more than saw them, and as her fingers had traveled up her lovely arms she felt felt the woman's skin, like it was on edge. She smiled slightly, a secret smile just between them, hidden from view thanks to her long curls blocking the view of the rest of the room. Her hands had caused the woman to curl into her touch, her body to respond in ways that were enthralling to watch, enticing to make happen. It was as if she was drunk from the woman's body, her hands couldn't get enough. The breaths, and the sounds Like music, addicting, seductive lyrics to her favorite song.
The woman was able to almost feel heat radiating from the starlets flower, or was that in her head? The thrusting of her chest had almost caused a pause, temptation, the thought of stopping to see what other soft noises could be elicited from the woman, but she decided to move on for now. Her hands moving down to her waistline, trailing along for a brief moment, then over the woman's hips, down to her supple thighs. Her hands roamed down, reaching her knees after a tender moment of silken touches. Her hands moving to trail back up her thighs, hiking the dress up a bit more as she did so, but Instead of slipping inside she moved out, to head over her waist again.
It's alright Emma, I understand nerves. I keep stupidly asking if it's alright, but I'm more worried you will tell me to stop. She admitted lowly. A secret whispered between them, and she followed it with a soft laugh. Let's just see where our lovely bodies take us, and enjoy the ride. While she spoke her hands had managed to caress up the flat stomach or Emma, and her hands finally stopped at her covered breasts. She stayed tenderly caressing them, her hands massaging them ever so lightly, her fingertips sometimes brushing along her collarbone as she moved up to rub the woman chest, and then back down to allow her palms to brush against the pert nipples of her partner.
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Hands kept feathering along her, and Emma could barely hold on for the ride. Hadn't she had her sexual awakening years ago? Touches igniting passions; times spent in her trailer, frantically stroking herself with a wand; loving liaisons after tumultuous nights out. Yet this felt like a further awakening, flames roaring from within Emma, birthed from embers only recently ignited. They canted her hips, moved her body in erotic timing to Luciana's touch and their own primal drive.
A gentle touch graced Emma's knees. She sucked in another breath, feeling her sensitive flesh already trembling. Hips rose slightly, letting more of the dress bare, showing more of the sultry garment laying beneath. Red stood out in stark contrast to the almost too white skin, only slightly inflamed from pleasure. Emma could feel her heat spiking between her legs, the fire stoking hotter still.
Another admission of nerves, one that had Emma laughing lightly. She pulled a hand back, tucking hair behind ear yet again. "I like that plan," said Emma, nodding. "I also would rather prefer you not stop," her lips twisted into another wry smile. "After all, the goal is to push my boundaries." She felt herself shivering yet again. Her chest rose as hands worked her chest. Emma found herself leaning back, body melting. Her nipples became twin points of pleasure, all the more sensitive for the constant movement around them. Fabric dragged against tender bits, adding more sensation to the already massive mixture. Emma could just feel fingers teasing her collar as well.
Again Emma circled her hands over Luciana's shoulders, looking up at the other woman. Her eyes offered permission, a slight nod of the head adding another slight confirmation. She felt her hips starting to sway slightly, and her own fingers trembled along Luciana's body. Her eyes drifted down the caramel woman's form, wondering if she should start stroking or playing irregardless of commands...
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Even as the woman's body responded to the woman's touches, she kept on their gentle, loving exploration as they teased the woman's breasts ever so delicately. Every touch made the owner of the hands that much more attracted to the woman, and the way her body moved against her in reaction to each touch she gave her, was perfect. This whole scene was more than she had planned out, she couldn't have planned for how amazingly the woman's body would fit into hers, now sensitive her twin peaks would be as her silken fabric caressed over them to elicit more responses from her. The fabric adding friction to the woman's gentle touches.
The woman's words brought forth another smile from the Latina woman over top her. She was amused by how eager the woman seemed to continue already, even if she had just been doing this for mere minutes, or so it felt as she had lost track of time. She wanted this to last for a while, so each moment that passed felt like an hour, and yet each hour felt like a moment had passed. She wasn't done with her yet, Well, it seems someone has warmed up to the idea quite a bit. The woman teased as one of her hands finally broke away from the woman's breasts, her left hand sliding slowly down. Her right also finally moved, but it went to hold her up a bit better, as she was leaning in closer to the woman again, but her lips didn't touch hers, instead she gave warm, tender kisses down the woman's jaw line.
Lucianas left hand traveled back down the woman's stomach, her touch a bit more sure and she knew where she was going now. Her hand was making the pilgrimage that many others would love to make. Her hand slipped down the woman's thigh, but this time, as her fingers played along the supple thighs of Emma, she sipped under the dress. Her hand moving to the woman's covered flower, now only separated by her lingerie of choice, and nothing else. Her fingers gently started caressing the woman's tender flower, a slow caress along the woman's lips. The soft fabric adding a delicious amount of friction. She knew what she was doing, and she was going as slow as she was to allow her partner to respond. She wanted to see just how sensitive her new client was.
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The teasing comment had Emma flushing. "if you say it like that, I'm going to--ahaa," came out as the woman shifted again. Emma blinked, wondering if something in her little words had caused a shift in attitude. Instead, she soon found Luciana's lips descending lower. Emma all but literally melted as hot nibbles and kisses worked their way down her flesh. Her legs trembled and she felt herself sliding down into the couch a little further.
This pushed her slightly against the questing hand. Doubtless Luciana would quickly note the heat: Emma felt as if her sex were starting to melt. The fabric had certainly contoured to her skin; it already felt almost too tight, plastering down light hairs and conforming to the tight slit. What Emma didn't quite realize, or wasn't ready to admit even to herself, was that quite a bit of moisture had gathered there as well. The girl was wet, teased into readiness by skilled hands and better lips.
"Haaaa!" Emma let out, as she felt fingers caressing her directly. The sudden barrage of sensation nearlyhurt, and she knew it was just fluttering. Emma flushed almost immediately, hands falling from Luciana's shoulders. one moved up to quickly brush aside hair, while the other hovered just above Luciana's hand. The starlet had turned a deep red. "Just---stop, not, forever, just, for now," Emma said, the flush deepening. "I'm sorry, it's just, it's been a while... too long and... and I'm not sure that, oh God; you are really too good at kissing."
The starlet trembled again, feeling her heart skipping. Her body practically screamed; This was the most physical pleasure she'd felt in ages, at least since that romantic and attentive ex. To put it off now screamed of mental denial, but that mind roared and demanded its due. While Emma's head may be spinning, she hadn't quite been dizzied that much yet.
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Luciana smiled a bit as the woman was cut off halfway through her sentence, again the young star was showing off how adorable could be. It was impossible not to find her cute really, she radiates it, even when she was this close, wearing a sexy outfit, She still managed to be adorable. Even as She nibbled, and kissed her way down the woman's neck, her tongue darting out to lick against the tender flesh after she bite into it playfully. She was being gentle with her, testing the waters of what she likes, and so far she had favorable responses from the light haired woman, nothing she had done so far had been halted, until she had touched the woman's notably damp sex.
Even as She was asked to stop, she wondered why the woman would want to. She was clearly aroused, and gave her permission on multiple occasions to be able to do just about anything, but she remained patient with the woman. She listened to what she had to say, and looked up at the woman, gently pressing her lips against the woman's chin. Of course Emma, but you really should relax. Do what feels natural. She whispered again, her hand moving away to caress the woman's milky thighs, and around her warm flower, caressing the tender skin around it. She was wanting to make sure relaxed enough that the next time she ventured to her lips, she wouldn't be halted.
However, one part of what Emma said gave rise to a question. You're not really sure of what, you can tell me anything you know. She whispered again, her lips trailing back up the woman's slender neck, leaving a different trail of warm kisses, and gentle nibbles. The path went along the woman's jaw line again, and up to give a soft peck to the woman's soft lips, relishing the taste of her. The woman's tender lips were tempting to capture again, claim with hers, but she waited for her answer to her inquiry. The questions would bother her if she didn't 1st least attempt to hear her out.
While her hand may have stopped touching her moist core, she didn't let it go unnoticed. Every now and then it would move to trail along the woman's thighs, but still keeping just shy of her womanhood. She wanted her partner to want it as bad as she did next time, it had been a miscalculation to move in so soon. That was partially because she was so enthralled by Emma she may have read the woman's body language wrong, or maybe Emma was hesitating again. It didn't matter either way, what was important was allowing her the brief reprieve.
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Relax? Emma nearly blurted out another laugh. She had a beautiful Latin woman she'd barely met between her thighs, about to engage in her first act of lesbian sex outside of a fairly committed relationship and she was supposed to somehow relax? The starlet nearly said as much, but instead just forced herself to nod. She could feel the light touches along her thighs, gently working her. Would it be rude to say stop completely? Emma had already agreed, hadn't she? Both to the general principles and quite specifically to making love with Luciana.
What had Emma been thinking? Thinking was proving simultaneously too hard and hard to stop at the moment. "I'm not sure my first time should be like... like this..." she said, flushing. "I mean, not myfirsttime, but, oh God," she trembled as lips kept working her neck, feeling like they left flares of liquid heat at each stop. Emma shuddered again. "It's official: you're the best kissing partner I've ever had," her hips canted again, grinding slightly. The lewd movements caused Emma to flush, and she again reached up to tuck back hair. Luciana's fingers were fluttering everywherebutEmma's sex, and the teasing touches were nearly worse than just having her by now likely soaked loins massaged directly.
"I've never been with a woman," Emma said. "I think... I may have... said that. And I'm still not entirely convinced that you... you like me, as incredibly dumb as that sounds. Also I don't even know your last name or how old you are, both of which seem somehow important, as your fingers are about three inches from making us sexual partners."
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It seemed that Emma still had restraints, more than she had thought she did, as she could see emotions playing just under the surface. She was having a bit more trouble reading them than she had before, the woman was flushing which was possibly a good thing. Then she said what she had been preparing for this whole time, she wasn't wanting her first time time be like this, and she kind of understood what she meant. The compliment came as a surprise, and made the Latina woman feel a little better about this whole thing. She had been turned down before, but never in such a confusing way. One moment she was wanting this, the next she didn't. It was becoming a bit hard to keep up.
Finally Luciana made a decision, and pulled her hand away. She also righted herself on the couch so they were no longer in such an intimate position. I thank you for the compliment. She responded before taking a small breath, trust had been established. So she had no qualms in allowing her to know a few personal things about her. Martell. Luciana Martell. I'm thirty one years old. She said meaningfully while she watched the woman, letting her get readjusted on the couch beside of her. She did feel a little bad cutting off their sexual contact like that, but she wasn't about to take advantage of the woman of she told her no.
I am sorry about that, telling you to relax. Now that I've had a moment to think I realize that it was pretty stupid of me to say. I was so wrapped up in my desire for you, I partially forgot I was your trainer. The woman said this, and turned so she was facing her, her own dress had rode up in all of the moving. The woman's chocolate coloured skin showing, her soft thighs, and a hint of her panties that laid beneath. Her own arousal may have been evident if the woman had been brave enough to explore that far down her body.
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Now Emma wanted to whine as Luciana pulled away. Instead she took the gesture for what it meant: Luciana trying to adhere to Emma's wishes. It did leave the starlet's sex feeling a little buzzed and neglected, but to be honest, Emma was used to feeling like that. A breath, and soon Emma got a last name, and took note of the age difference between the two of them. She licked her lips, then let out a fluttering gesture at the apology.
"You're supposed to say things like that," she protested. She used the hand to reach up, tucking back some hair. Emma paused midgesture, rehashing words. "Wrapped up in my desire for you," really could only mean one thing. Curious, Emma tried to casually look Luciana over. Unlike the starlet, there was no tenting at the dress. Emma could quickly note the difference there, though at least hers wasn't quite as bad as she'd pictured in her head. So that meant... Emma glanced a little further. Luciana's dress had risen too, showing almost too perfect skin and thigh. Emma could swear she just saw something else, and she chewed her lips for a few moments.
Do it.
"Um," she reached a hand down, stopping just short of Luciana's sex, "do you... I mean it's horribly rude, but do you mind if I just...?" she extended her hand slightly, hovering over Luciana's sex. Then Emma pulled back, realizing just how horribly rude that was. "Oh my lord, I'm cockteasing you! Well, not, um, cock, but," she flushed, shifting to face Luciana. "Maybe, maybe what we need to do is... pretend. Or, well, less pretend, and--- I don't know," Emma nearly groaned with frustration. "Dammit, I'm a damn mess! No wonder I got sent off to a fucking girlfriend trainer," Emma was now nearly crying, clearly working herself up.
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Luciana had hated leaving the woman unsatisfied like that, but there was little that she could do once the woman had said no. Continuing and trying to convince her to allow her would be no better than if she just did it anyway, so this was the safer route. Plus the woman was right, before they became sexual partners, she had a right to know a little about her. It was only fair considering that the starlets entire history, almost, was public information since people didn't let celebrities have any freedom anymore, especially the well liked knew. It was almost criminal the way the acted to some of the poor actors and actresses.
The dress would show the woman's curious eyes a glimpse of her matching panties to the silver bra, the panties a bit more of a white colour because of their sheer fabric, but over the woman's flower was a bit of silver to hide the woman's beautiful womanhood from view. However, this had come at a surprise to Luciana, she hadn't expected the pale woman to be so bold in checking her out. While she did she may have noticed her quickened breath in the rise and fall of her ample bosom, her thighs parted slightly as she was wanting to be touched as well. She was even flushed slightly in the face, her eyes dilated with her arousal.
When she saw Emma's hand extending towards her core she felt a moment where her breath still as she waited for the moment when She would be graced with the soft touch of her client, but that moment had yet to come. Well, I'm not sure of the equivalent, but no. It's alright, and this isn't your fault. She moved a bit closer, her arm slipping around the woman's shoulder to gently rub her back in a comforting way. Emma, from where I am sitting you seem like an amazing girlfriend. You're willing to do something, anything for your significant other, you are eager to please, just a bit nervous and shy with new things. There is nothing wrong with that, I am not here to make you better, only help guide you to learning more about what you like, and how you can achieve everything you want within a relationship. She leaned over to kiss her cheek softly, hoping to comfort her so she wouldn't be close to tears. She almost wondered what it would be like to date Emma Watson. She wondered if it was anything like this, or if she was a bit more comfortable with someone she was with.
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Not her fault? Emma let out a rough laugh at that. She knew full well it was her fault, and that stuff like this kept happening between her boyfriend and her. Why else would he have signed up? He was hoping she turned into his eager little sex-kitten, and Emma had gone right along with it.
She felt an arm circling her, and she fought the urge to just lean into it. Compliments soon followed: assertions that she was, in fact, a good girlfriend, willing and almost eager to please. That made Emma laugh, and she brought a hand up to tend to her own eyes. "Well, yes, it's like that withyou," Emma insisted. "Because I'm trying to be the good student," she very nearly added the again, but figured it was more or less unspoken. She could feel a soft kiss to her cheek, and it made her smile. Clearly Luciana was trying to make her feel better, which really only made Emma somehow feel a little worse in comparison.
"Also I think we can both agree that I'm more than a bit nervous," Emma insisted, looking over at Luciana. She licked her lips, considering the Latin woman again. Was the comforting part of her contract? Maybe, but somehow Emma doubted it. This felt more... more human than that. Emma worked at her eyes again, trying to take another deep breath. "Wine," she said, leaning forward to grab her glass. It had gone a little warm, but that didn't stop Emma from finishing it all in one swallow.
A hand went to her own mouth and she grimaced for a moment. "That was a bit of a mistake," she said, before leaning forward to set it down again. She turned, looking over at Luciana. "I honestly do not know how you do it," she said, leaning back. She took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. She had agreed, right? Emma looked to Luciana again. The pretty Brit's face had to look blotchy now, and she did vaguely wonder if her pale neck wasn't dotted with lipstick smears: she'd left marks like that on boyfriends before. She tilted her head.. "Do you still want to..." she said, fidgeting. "Because, well, either you do it for me or I'm going to be pulling something out later tonight," she flushed after that, lowering her eyes for a moment. Probably the wine talking.
Probably.
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Luciana had felt bad instantly as she spoke a few of the words, but in her eyes she wasn't the one at fault, the boyfriend was. He was the one who thought that Emma needed improving instead of awakening. The woman's laughs told her that She didn't believe what she was trying to say, but that didn't matter. In time she would either learn the truth, be shown the truth when her boyfriend did something completely stupid. She hoped, for Emma's sake, it wasn't the latter option. That would have a nasty fall out that no one would enjoy.
Again the Latina noticed a mistake she made, but this time it was more of a cute gesture. She had meant to clear away the woman's tears that had threatened to fall, but in her moment of trying to help her feel better she had neglected it. I'm fairness this has gone a little fumbly for me as well, usually I don't drink wine with my clients, and now I see why. It's made me a ball of nerves, which I'm usually not. She admitted, and then grabbed her own glass. If the starlet was going to finish her glass, so was she. She took a drink, swallowing the warmed over liquid, and gave a unflattering face. Well, we both just made a mistake. She didn't actually regret it, but it definitely tasted better cold.
Luciana was watching the woman as she leaned back, and she returned her glass to the table before she sighed a bit. She could agree on a few things already. Then, a question that had her so shocked she gave a small laugh. You surprise me sometimes Emma. Her chocolate eyes drifted to the woman's perfect features, her beautiful face was no less than it had been earlier, but That's when she noticed that there was a trail of lipstick stains on the woman's neck. She was going to tell her, but the question had her more distracted than that.
While the thought of you getting out something to do that later aroused, and intrigued me at the same time, I'm thinking I should finish what I started. The woman's hand started by rubbing her thigh again, she was going to try a slightly different approach. Emma, what kind of toys do you have now a days anyway? She asked, a naughty smile upon her lush lips. Her hand trailing up slowly, and brushed past the woman's sex again, rubbing just above as she waited for the woman to be more prepared. Her lips met her neck again, kissing tenderly against the soft flesh while she waited for an answer. She was wanting to build her back up,which shouldn't be too hard with wine in her system, and after how aroused she had been earlier. If she was able to admit it, she would have been even more surprised.
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Fumbly? Emma couldn't help but wonder how the woman acted when she was in complete control, if this was her at "fumbly." The older woman had been playing Emma expertly all night, to the point where the actress couldn't even think of simply taking a shower or turning off the arousal that burned within her now. That desire simply demanded attention, perhaps convincing her mind that just a little playing would be just fine.
The admission of surprise had Emma smiling. "I try," she managed, meeting the gaze. Twin browns locked then, each showing just a shimmer, a hint of arousal, a drop of want. To Emma's now delight, she felt the caramel touch again flicking against her thigh. It rubbed, and Emma let out a soft little moan of appreciation. If she were perhaps more verbal, it may help relax Luciana, right? Though all Emma wanted to do when Luciana touched her was moan and groan.
"My toys?" Emma asked, a bit of amusement sneaking in. She could feel the hand going up, and she felt her breath hitching with each bit of flesh Luciana covered. Each gentle touch sent more shivers up her body, made Emma's sex tingle with that much more want. She wanted to feel what it would be like to achieve release at this skilled touch, to simply let go of that frustration and cry it out.
"You know that neck kissing is supposedly taboo?" she said, smiling slightly. Her hands moved to trace over Luciana's thigh as she kept going. "Since I model and act, they generally don't want my neck splotchy, so I sort of stated that nobody could do anything there. So just being kissed there nearly makes... makes me want to melt. And you're justtoo good, "she let out another shuddering breath, eyes fluttering. The image of showing up at her boyfriend's covered in Luciana's lipstick pleased Emma almost too much. Or perhaps with just a bit of her pale flesh inflamed, Luciana marking ownership.Ownership? This is supposed to be a professional relationship. Stick to professional responses, Watson.
"I've a handful of toys," Emma said, her voice shifting, still sounding aroused but not quite as lackadaisical as her earlier comments. "My personal favorite are---are usually small vibrators. Eggs and the like. I started with, mm," she rolled her hips letting out a soft gasp, "with wands. But I like using eggs more. I've also got at least one that literally looks, mm," her head lolled, "looks like a wand from the set," she felt her body shivering. "Plus, um,' She bit her lip, looking away for a moment, her voice dropping a little: "one jeweled butt plug. It's absolutely tiny and I couldn't even rightly fit it in..."
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Luciana was pleasantly surprised when the woman decided to be more vocal, and it made a smile creep back onto Her lips. She watched the woman's eyes, and she couldn't pull hers away at first. She was lost in the woman's gaze, but soon she descended back to the woman's slender neck, a small giggle escaping her as she admitted that her neck was a bit of a taboo. She was torn between teasing her about it, and just letting her enjoy it. There wasn't a hard choice, she wanted the woman to experience things she wasn't used to, and enjoy everything she may not be able to on normal occasions. So she didn't comment on that, simply placed a firm kiss at the woman's neck, just above her collarbone.
Emma had become much braver thanks to the alcohol, it has to have been that, and even allowed her own hands to touch the Latinas thighs. She breathed out softly against the woman's pale neck, her breath warm. She hasn't been expecting it, and it made her suddenly aware of her own cores need, a warmth that had been there for quite some time, but she had been ignoring for the most part until now. She shivered at the touch, her thighs parting slightly to allow the woman better access, if she's as brave enough to take that opportunity. The student was quickly learning, thanks to the alcohol smoothing everything over making it all seem like a good idea.
With the thought of Emma's neck needing to be able to be shown in public she was more careful as she continued, knowing that she couldn't leave any marks, no matter how tempting. She didn't stop, but Instead she went lower, kissing the woman's chest, all the way down the v neck of the dress, a playful smirk on her luscious lips, no trace of her lipstick left by this point. She should have worn the smudge proof, but too late now. She kissed the woman gently, and then made her way back up slowly, and as she did, her hands went ever higher on the woman thighs. The woman's fingers gently brushed over the woman's covered flower, but just for a brief moment. She was gauging her response again, seeing it she still freaked out, and then her hands went back down while she watched her.
Was it a terrible thought? The idea of asking the woman to bring in her butt plug during one of their sessions so she could teach her, help her adjust to it. She knew that it could be a part of the job, but was she asking from a pure professional standpoint, or was the wine speaking for her? That was hard to tell, the wine had helped them both become more relaxed, more free with their words. I see, sounds like you have a bit of a selection. Before she spoke again, She pulled from her neck to look into her eyes, smiling a bit. Toys can be a lot of fun, and an intimate experience for lovers to indulge in. Something that can help make the sex life more fun, even for a man. Just because he has a penis, doesn't mean it needs to be used solely for the pleasure of his girlfriend. Toys can do that as well, and sometimes be even more enjoyable. She leaned in to press her lips against the woman's again, having missed the feeling of their tenderness against hers.
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Luciana shivered at her touch! Emma noted that, her eyes widening for a moment. She didn't think of herself as particularly seductive or sexy. Beautiful perhaps, and capable of some enticement, particularly when thrust into a role. But she certainly thought she paled in comparison with the beautiful Latin woman who'd been so expertly making her over.
Said woman again feasted upon her neck. Emma melted more and more with each touch, the admission of the slight taboo, her own stupid rule, making it seem all the more decadently delicious. The shiver shook down to her core, igniting most every inch of Emma. She could feel the pleasure bubbling in her mind, realizing that it wasn't simply the physical sensation, but the experience itself leaving her feeling aroused.
Thus her thighs parted almost too willingly. Hips canted gently upward, rolling subtly toward the questing digits. The body shivered, but the usual tension had melted away. Emma let out a soft little gasp, feathering her own hands over Luciana for a moment. "Your touch is far too good," the starlet said, reaching up to tuck back some hair. "you'll have to teach me how to do that,' as if to follow suit, she tried running her hands along Luciana's thighs. Manicured nails teased against the flesh, lightly grazing up to where the hem of the dress ended.
Soon Emma was chuckling. "About half were 'gifts' from 'fans,'" she said. her hand moved to gently stroke Luciana's hair, moving it away from that strikingly pretty face. Before she could say more, Luciana continued, and Emma let out another laugh. Her smile twisted into that wry expression again. "Can I get that in writing?" she said, only half teasingly. The thought of this woman using the toys that already brought Emma pleasure made her shiver. She felt her hips roll again, and could all but feel the liquid gathering between her legs. The image made her shudder, as if she needed more mental stimulation in addition to everything that unfolded before her.
Emma was melting onto the couch now, not really sitting up straight so much as slouching into it, giving way for the Latin woman to have her way with her, spread legs and eager lips welcoming further advances. The starlet even rolled a shoulder, letting a little of the dress slide tantalizingly down.
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Even now it was easy to see the effect the darker skinned woman had on the young woman. Her hands traced up her thighs, and her hips moved as if asking for more. She didn't give it to her right away. She let the woman speak, telling her how her fans had bought her toys for her sexual gratification. She wasn't surprised, some of them were probably perverts who hoped she would talk about them in an interview. She shook her head slightly at that, a smile forming on her plump lips. It was impressive that the woman was talking about sex toys at all without blushing, even before her last drink of the wine.
When Emma parted her thighs so willingly, Luciana took advantage of it. She crawled back over top the woman, who had managed to sink even further into the couch. To make this more comfortable in both of them, she gently guided the younger woman to be laying down, her head slightly propped up by the cushioned arm of the couch. Now she was fully over her, with her side on the very edge. She smiled gently to the woman, and watched as she caressed some of her hair, and she leaned into her lips again. It was a soft, and very gentle kiss. The feeling of their lips reconnecting making the fire inside of her veins flare with more life, and finally she let her right hand move up the woman's thigh again. This time she didn't stop as she reached the spot where her let ended, and the woman's pelvic began. Her hand tenderly moved to caress the woman's flower, as if her fingertips were barely brushing over a rose petal.
Emma. The kiss was broken long enough she her to whisper her name, before her lips pressed back against hers, now moving against hers in a passionate kiss. The Latin woman's other hand was used to proper her up, but she didn't intend to stay on the couch for long. It would be more comfortable for the both of them if they moved from the couch, to the soft bed in the other room. Let's get to the bed. Again the kiss was broken for only a moment, before she again pressed their lips together. This time, it was a short lived one before she stood up. She teasingly pulled her hand from the woman's dress as she did, but it moved to take a hold of her hand, and help her stand.
Normally she may not have minded the couch, but with wine in her system it was a fair chance she may fall over the edge, and that would not be sexy. It will be much more fun in there, don't you think? She asked, her hands tracing up the woman's arms gently, a featherlight caress along her smooth skin. Then, her hands carefully interlocked her fingers behind her neck, and leaned down to the woman to kiss her, hoping this would coax her to follow her, if the words weren't enough. Her hands moved from her neck then, to gently caress down the woman's shoulders, taking the shoulder of the dress with them, slowly pushing them down her arms along with her gentle caress.
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That intelligent mind kept whirling. She was doing this, doing this while in a relationship, doing this with another woman, doing this of her own free will? Or was it of her free will? God those hands felt so good, running over her body, teasing her in ways that only her best boyfriends had managed and even that took a few times. how the hell was Luciana that good so quickly? Why was Emma's stomach already twisting into knots, her lower half burning and starting to seep, hopefully not staining anything with leftover juices. Was she gay? Was this how people found out they were gay? How often did people have hot, experienced, beautiful Latin woman draping over them drizzled their skin like so much caramel on smooth vanilla? Was this how Emma found out she was gay? Was it gay to be excited by a woman? Or was that just a side effect of being with someone like Luciana, who likely made priests think bad thoughts simply by passing by? When had Emma last been touched like this? had she ever? was that why? Or was she gay? Or was she something else? Where was that hand going? it was drifting up, so near something. Just brushed. Then a kiss, or was the kiss first? When had that happened? When had Emma's spinning head been cupped by this woman, her lips taken and dashed into a soft embrace. When had the heat coursed through them both, a little more addictive contact igniting more lust within two eager bodies. When had that hand drifted up to her loins, teasing out a near orgasm by sheer proximity alone.
Emma.
"Luciana," the starlet breathed back. Her head still spun. They were kissing again. Were they kissing? Luciana was on top, when had she gotten on top, did Emma like her on top. Their mouths were open and--
Bed.
that meant fucking meant lovemaking meant something, right. A hand was coaxing her and Emma was getting up and it felt like some sort of strange dream only she wasn't asleep and she wasn't sue what was going on but it sounded like fun was it fun, was she gay?
Fingers danced feathers on her arm.
"Fuck it," whispered Emma, her voice nearly hoarse. She closed those last few inches, taking advantage of Luciana's lead. Soon her lips all but mashed against Luciana's, moving rough enough for teeth to nearly draw blood. Emma's greedy mouth pried open Luciana's. This was no gentle coaxing, but a demand.Kiss me. the starlet pressed against, moving to caress. Her delicate fingers began working at zippers and fastenings. "I'll pay for them," whispered Emma in a breathy breeze, before she began to all but rip the clothes from Luciana's body. She wanted to see that beautiful brownnow.
She wanted tofuck.
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Slow, and gentle coaxing seemed to be working. The woman responded in favorable ways, but she could tell something had her reacting a little slowly. She wrote it off to the alcohol, and continued to lead her up, and to let her hands caress down the woman's arms. She had originally intended on removing the dress completely, but she decided against it. In a way the Latin woman wanted to see her beautiful partner wearing the red dress she had chosen for her, the way she looked in it made her crave her more than if she fully stripped her. She had always appreciated a woman in clothes, and clothed sex could often times me more fun than stripping the person completely.
When that one word, her name, was breathed from Emma as if she was her lover, it sent a chill down her spine. A single chill that seemed to not put out the fire, but only fuel it more. As they kissed she was slowly walking her towards the bed, her hands caressing against the woman's sides, down over her covered hips. She had originally planned to have her clothes off by now, but that had changed. What she hadn't expected was the woman's response to her teasing. The way the starlet would finally give in to her carnal needs, and the level of need that had been coaxed from her throughout their session.
Lips met passionately, hard, like she was desperate for more. Hands undoing her from the fabric she had covering her dark skin. There was no gentleness in this kiss once it got started. Her mouth was forced to open upon the woman's assault, and within minutes there was no more denying it. Luciana felt the same needs inside of her screaming, her very core, her very essence needed this. Her mouth opened, and her tongue dueled, danced with the other woman's. Her full lips pressing hard against the other woman's, no more stopping her. She felt as her dress fell to the ground. Was it ripped? Did she manage to undo it? She didn't look, she didn't care at the moment.
This left her in only the silver of her sexy bra, and matching panties. The sheer material leaving very little to the imagination, and if she was looking there would even be a damp spot from her obvious arousal staining those expensive panties. Now she had changed her mind once more, and her hands nimbly unzipped Emma's dress, and her hands pushed it gently down from her shoulders again to let it fall in a pile only inches from her own.
The two women's bodies were pressed so tightly together that Luciana found it hard to tell where she began. Her large, ample breasts pressing tightly against Emma's much smaller ones. Then the woman's hands started caressing her bare flesh, gently up her back, gentle fingers over her exposed skin. Now they had finally made it into the bedroom, and that's when she regained control of the kiss. Her tongue leading Emma, no more exploring her mouth. Now she teased and danced the kiss along, her luscious lips, moving against the pale woman's soft lips.
Without daring to break the kiss for too long, she carefully laid the woman on her back. Her body was again on hers in mere moments. Her hands caressing up the woman's stomach now, caressing over her breasts again, this time with one layer removed.
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God this was fucking hot.
Emma's hands slid up, moving away from Luciana just long enough to help shove the dress off her body. Her already bared breasts showed to the air, the creamy flesh puckering against the relative chill. Emma's mounds barely qualified for the word. Yet they perked in an almost obscene manner, their shape the perfect teardrop to accent their beautiful owner. The unblemished white continued along the flesh, only to end in a soft pink nipple, already standing at full attention and begging for further attention. The gentle sloping flesh curved down to where the daring red lingerie barely covered her neatly trimmed sex. The sultry garter and stockings made Emma look all the more sexual in response, an almost perfect foil for the bombshell she eager attacked.
For Emma's lip didn't cease. They barely parted as dresses fell to the floor. They didn't move as hands started trailing new paths and lighting new fires. They only parted for the barest moments to suck air, moving like a singer or diver, drawing only what was necessary to continue going deeper, to hold longer, to keep the moment stretched.
Emma helped walk them to the bedroom. She felt the semi-familiar sensation beneath her feet. Her lips broke as Luciana laid her back. Breathless, the starlet looked up at her new lover. They only dared part for an instant before caramel smothered cream. this time limbs intertwined, Emma not entirely certain where she ended and Luciana began. her own hands moved up as she felt Luciana's traveling to her breasts. Fingers pushed aside the cups of Luciana's bra, just moving enough to gain access to the breasts. Emma rolled her palm down, cupping the impressive mounds, knowing that they filled her hands to overflowing.
A tremble shook her, ending with a slight upward bob of her hips, just enough of a thrust to remind both parties that she'd been soaking in heat for a while now. Luciana may be damp, but Emma bordered on sodden, her panties likely needing peeled from her body. The starlet didn't know with certainty how lesbians attacked in a moment of passion like this, but her body and her hushed mind were both quite willing to find out.
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Now Emma was where Luciana wanted her. Their mouths hadn't ceased their increasingly heated moment. It was stretching on forever, never stopping besides for small breaths of air. Now, they were on a bed. The Latin woman wasn't sure how it could be that this woman, who wasn't even with her, could feel so perfect beneath her. Even when she had to move slightly to allow them their moments of breath, she was physically aware of every move, every curve of the woman beneath her. Their lips only intensified the connection.
Flesh, not bra. Now that she had a moment she noticed the woman hadn't been wearing one, the alcohol had made her miss the detail at first. Now she knew, and her breasts were lovely, she enjoyed how they felt in her hand. She didn't care if they were small, they were Emma's. The soft, pink nipples were fully pert, and she took advantage of this, her fingers gently caressing around the slightly darker skin around them. Softly flicking over them, gently caressing back down. More teasing of her soft skinned lover, but it didn't last long. She need the woman too much to possibly wait much longer.
The woman's roll of her hips had reminded her just how badly she was sure she needed it. Her hands caressed down the woman's body as she rolled hers into her, their hips pressing together for friction. Feather light fingers traced down the woman's stomach, down to the waistband of her lingerie. She really wanted her to keep them on, so her hands caressed down to the woman's crotch, one hand gently pulling the fabric from her, the other hand pushing them down only slightly. Leaving them on her thighs, as her right hand moved back up, finally making contact with her soaking core.
Moans escaped escaped her lips as she felt the woman's soft hands rubbing over her large mounds. The woman's hands moved her bra, and before she knew it, dainty hands were pressing into her breasts. It had been so long, and her lovely nipples, small and of a darker pink than the softer skinned woman's, were pressing into the palm of her hand. A small gasp, but she didn't break the kiss, moaning into their heated connection.
Her fingers carefully rubbed against the woman's lips, spreading them to allow her middle digit to caress between them. She teased her opening as if she may insert it into her, but then her hand caressed up to rub over her sensitive bud, running a single finger around it. Her manicured nail careful to just caress the flesh. She broke the kiss now, and made a path down her neck again. This time her soft kisses were accompanied by gentle nibbles down to the woman's collarbone. She had no intention of stopping now, and her soft lips kept traveling down the woman's body, down her chest, until she made it to the woman's breast. She gave a kiss to her left, before she gently licked the woman's nipple, looking up as she started teasing her. Her pink tongue darted out, and gently trailed around her sensitive bud, flicking gently over it. Then she pulled it into her lips, and gently suckled on it.
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Delicious friction drew more heat along Emma's hips. the starlet had barely wondered how two lesbians made love; she'd seen and heard jokes before, but of course had never gone further. Now the reality slowly crystallized around her. Fingers trailed hot flames along her trembling abdomen. Everything felt inflamed, from her pale skin down to her thudding blood. The expensive wrapper contorted fully to the starlet's sex, showing her in every detail, tight lips sticking to sheer red fabric.
A hand tugged. Emma's hips rose. She could feel the panties sliding, a bit of her arousal sticking to the crotch. They trailed down, showing her bared lower half to her new lover. the thin thatch of light brown crowned the sex, pointing toward the wet heat. Trembling thighs parted ever so subtly, just allowing enough room for a questing hand without bucking the Latin lover from her willing form.
All the while Emma's own hands worked Luciana. first to caress the breasts, rubbing, teasing, using self knowledge applied outward. Delicate nails, manicured with expensive ,teased dark rose nipples, drawing against them and lightly pinching before trailing down. Emma let her own hands trail along Luciana's hips, her nails catching along the hemline of her equally exquisite panties. The starlet didn't pull; she merely ran, feeling the soft skin just trapped under the dainty fabric.
Her lips never stopped demanding attention. she greedily sucked Luciana, a starving girl eating real meat for the first time. Her mouth pulled and took and took and demanded more like a selfish child. Emma only parted to let out her own gasp, brown eyes widening. She had felt that electric touch just teasing her. A delicate finger lightly caressing; pushing again like an expert in Emma's taut form. As if to further proof that, Luciana began kissing against Emma.
"oh God,'the starlet breathed. her legs moved to hook about Luciana. Her hands clung, and she all but buried her face inward. Those light nibbles drew out a tremor for her. Emma cried out, feeling the sharp blast of pain rocketing throughout her. She recognized it as an orgasm, the same lightning of pleasure that she'd bottled herself. It felt exquisite, jolting nerves and tightening her body. She yelped her satisfaction with it, body jerking against her lover, only to arch as she felt lips descending upon her nipple.
For Luciana wasn't stopping, now was she?
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The starlets tender caress over the woman's sensitive flesh drew a breathy sigh from her plump lips. She hasn't felt a woman's touch in a while, and the woman's fingers showed some skill as they traced over her pert nipples, her breathing quickening from the kiss pushed her chest outward slightly, into the woman's hand. This was an exquisite feeling she hadn't expected from the younger woman, the desperate need of someone taking and taking from her as their lips pressed together. Knowing her partner needed this in a way she couldn't quite explain drove her on, demanding she gave this woman everything she desires from her lips.
Even as the pale skinned woman's hands trailed down her body ever so lightly, she moved on. She had reached down to tease the woman's sensitive neck again, but as she did, the woman called out. Her dark eyes traveled up to watch the woman's face contort to the pleasure as she heard her orgasm suddenly. This made Luciana feel accomplished, but she wasn't done just yet. Women could enjoy themselves for a good long while, relishing the others body until they were both exhausted and spent.
This was her intention as her fingers gingerly traced the woman's lips, going slowly so she didn't over do it again. Her mouth trailed kisses up to Emma's again, gently kissing her, her hand between their soft bodies as she rolled her voluptuous form into the other woman's, her own need making her panties stick to her core. Now their needs matched, and she eagerly awaited for the young womans touches on her own sex. She was more eager to hear her call her name out as she brought upon another orgasm, but first she had to let her adjust to the touch of another female.
The wondering digits were gentle as they parted her lips now, her curious middle finger gently caressing the woman as she kissed her deeply again. Her low sounds of need mixing with the sounds the other woman made, the room filling up with their noises. Her lips moved against hers, and her hips wiggled slightly as she hoped for the woman's hands to return to their exploration.
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The little shivering pleasure seeped into Emma's body. She felt it spreading, coursing hot delight throughout her bloodstream and warming her blood in turn. It hit only in that short burst, only a little flare, nearly a promise of what this skilled woman could wring from a body given time and freedom. The fleeting sensation may have been all too similar to the ones Emma enacted upon herself: a sharp moment in a sea of dullness. Except that Luciana's play did not cease, as Emma expected. Her overworked body could barely process as digits continued to ply against her flesh, teasing and moving.
"Oh God," she moaned, her disbelief forcing its way out of her mouth. She shivered, the motion jerking her hips upward again. Her body barely felt in her own control: merely a bundle of teased nerves to dance at Luciana's delight. The starlet let out another throaty moan, her spinning mind attempting to grasp the how, the why, the what. The sounds became deeper, guttural, as lips again seized Emma's. She felt Luciana's nearly pushing her own arousal back in, feeding Emma back her own want. It cycled, making Emma's eyes roll as another flare of pleasure, not quite an orgasm, shot into her.
The poor dazed starlet's hands fluttered hopelessly. Pleasure-drunk, she could hardly control or think what to do. Her training said to grip upon the ass, and the hands kept fluttering near there. Delicate nails teased pantie-clad rear. They'd dig, drawing into the flesh for a few moments as if to coax the hips, the pleasure they would surely bring, down into the woman. Then they'd fly upward, drawing along the back. Years of heterosexual instinct and experience guided them, let them pull. Her legs were starting to curl upward as well, as if to hook her heels around.
But Emma felt something parting her insides. She gasped around the kiss, bucking her hips again. Such exquisite pleasure! The hips she teased swayed as well, and Emma found her own moving in time, as if Luciana moved to guide instead of to express need. Another groan left Emma, her body quivering under the hands. She could feel another orgasm quickly riding, teased out of her oversensitive body and ready to roar outward. But even this felt like a preamble to something else...
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Luciana moaned lowly into the kiss as she felt the woman's sensitive touch on her rear, her hips pressing down instinctively as she wanted more. The woman's touch was delicate, but the way she moved encouraged her to continue working the starlets body until she had yet another orgasm for her. She needed to hear those pleasured moans filling the room, she needed to witness the young woman losing control of her body as pure bliss and pleasure overtook her, shaking her body till the wave of ecstasy had passed. To do this, she wasn't going to stop just yet, she had to make sure the woman felt her talented fingers a bit longer.
The woman's long middle finger pressed into the woman's tight opening, gently piercing her for the first time tonight. Her hand kept moving, gently rubbing against her sensitive bud with the palm of her hand. The warm, wet core of the woman easily welcomed in her questing digit as she pushed it in further. Her finger gently sliding into her, tenderly caressing along the woman's walls as she pulled it back out. Her finger found a rhythm as it started moving, a slow, confident movement in and out of her needy sex. Her hips gently rocked to the same movement, they same rhythm as she moved her body against the woman.
As her finger started finding a slightly faster pace, her lips grew more passionate as they kissed again. Her own moans mixing with the woman's, her free hand holding her up now so she could focus on pleasuring the woman with her other, her whole hand moving in perfect unison with her hips. Between kisses, when the women needed air, she would breathily whisper the starlets name against her tender lips.
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Luciana's hand proved all too skilled at pleasure. Emma felt each touch working her, amplifying the already intense pleasure. Feathering touches stoked the burning fires all the hotter. Emma's sex felt as if it were melting against the hand. Surely Luciana would feel it drizzling upon her palm. Each press almost made Emma feel as if she would change from bubbling to erupting. The motions kept sending pleasure, kept keying her up.
Moans kept leaking from around cojoined lips. Emma's kissing grew increasingly feverish, sloppy, messy. Passions made for enthusiasm, not for accuracy. The same could be said for her hands. Emma tried: she flitted, she teased, she reached for nipples to flick and tried to rub her hand along a sex so like and so unlike her own. But she didn't know if her efforts would bare any real fruit.
Their hips moved. Emma could feel them all but grinding out. Heat gusted between them, stirred by motion and the room itself. Still her own hips ground forward, upward, trying to increase pleasure, to do what it took. "Feels so good," Emma admitted as her lips slid off. She could feel her mind racing, trying to process yet again. She shut it off, letting her hips buck. "Make me cum," she all but whimpered up at Luciana. Brown eyes started begging her latin lover. Her pale body squirmed and undulated, dangling so tantalizingly over the edge, simply craving that slight... push... off
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The responses Emma gave made Luciana think of never stopping, but if course that was only a fantasy. Even now as her hand gently moved against the woman's sex, her middle finger pressed deeply into her, taking a decent pace as she moved in and out of her tight walls, she knew this was the last she was giving the woman. She could feel how the starlet needed this release, her words begging to be taken over the edge one more time, and the Latina had ever intention of giving that to the woman. She wouldn't make her wait much longer now.
As she started the pace, she was forced to slow it down as she pushed a second finger into the woman tight pussy, moving the, gently as she curled them against her. She kissed the woman one more time, before her other hand helped her slide down the woman's body, kissing along the woman's flat stomach again. This time her lips reached her waist line, but this put her own flower out of reach of the woman's questing hands, which made her pout for a moment. She moaned softly as she kissed ever lower, her lips brushing the woman's swollen clit. Now she was at her destination, and she didn't have plans on stopping short again.
At first Luciana went slow, gentle kisses, softly licking at the sensitive bud as her fingers pumped into the woman's drenched walls. The woman's dark eyes glanced up to meet Emma's as she licked at her clit again, but this time She leaned in to gently suckle at the bundle of nerves, watching for the woman to finally go over the edge one more time. Her other hand now free, as she was arching her back and using her elbows to hold her up, gently caressed The woman's supple thigh.
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Emma's mind was a burbling mess. She wanted to kiss Luciana some more, to feel the woman's taste upon her tongue, to maybe literally feel her tongue while she was at it. Yet her hips burned hot enough that Emma thought she'd melt through the bed below, or perhaps flood the room. Everything ached with that pent up need, as if several years of haphazard lovemaking culminated in one fiery, frustrated mess.
Thank God Luciana knew what to do. Emma's body kept squirming, undulating, bucking with approaching orgasm. Yet Luciana kissed down. She expertly worked the pale starlet's body. She teased with lips, taunted with a tongue, drew fire into Emma's blood and scorched her nerves. Emma felt the tension rising to a fever pitch, and she released a sharp, wordless cry.
Lips brushed, and Emma found herself crashing down. Fingers slid into a quivering, climaxing sex. Velvet walls greeted the new arrival with a frenzied celebration, anointing digits with juices. A suckle upon nerves sent a new bolt, seeming to spike the already happening climax. Emma shrieked, hips drawing up in almost perfect timing with Luciana's lips. Jerked motion drew fingers across thighs, which Emma felt all the way down, teasing against her flesh. Everything pulsed and shot and coursed.
And just kept going. Luciana was just lightly teasing Emma. Emma found herself twisting sheets in her hands, arching her body, rocking through the orgasm; was another cumming? Or was she crashing down? Her body was sending so many signals, wires crossing and just bombarding her overwrought brain with pleasure. even an attempt at words came out as a "gaaah" as Emma finally let herself give over fully to the arousal within.