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Payel and Riya - Pt: 2

They wandered back out into the hallway, Riya clad only in her skirt and half-slip, clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Riya's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.

Riya took a big gulp of champagne.

Payal smiled at her. "I'm hot, too, now," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the full-chested blonde.

Riya watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused, as well as her inner fires, which were rekindled at the sight.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Payal's blouse. "I'll bet your breasts are beautiful."
"They're kinda small, not like yours."
The blonde stopped unbuttoning at her words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she thought.
"Go ahead. Please. I do want you to touch me," the brunette whispered.
Riya gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under Payal's belt, drawing the blouse open, unveiling the treasures beneath. Payal was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded bra. Riya reached behind Payal, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down. Though not large, Payal's breasts were well shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned with quarter-sized areolas which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.
"Oh! They ARE beautiful."
On sudden impulse, Riya leaned forward and kissed the hardening brown tips. Payal's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She sometimes "got off" just from playing with her breasts, or allowing others to do so. The sensation of Riya's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions in her belly.
Payal removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Riya broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the brunette's lips.
Riya's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down Payal's neck and fastened her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the flat of her tongue over the ripening plums.
Payal's moaning grew.
"Come, little sister." She said, breathlessly. Getting up, she took Riya's hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothing. Under the severe business suit, she had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky Vanity Fair panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her hair and milk-white skin.
In fact, sometimes Payal would go without underwear, except for a garter belt and stockings, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secret "naughtiness" of it.
When Payal had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her garter belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Riya saw that her "bush" was full, a tangle slightly more red than the hair on her head- -it made a lovely picture: the pale flesh, the auburn public hair and the full, sensuous navel.
Payal's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold. As she bent to remove her stockings, the blonde briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil.
Riya giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed.
Payal laughed. "We forget to bring the wine!"
"I'll get it," Riya laughed.
Payal watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere. "Don't forget the glasses," she called out.
Payal turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Riya returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Riya giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the brunette's smaller ones.
Payal began to stroke Riya's back, running her hands up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the blonde back down into the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.
Riya flicked Payal's jutting nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips.
Payal began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Riya flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full nipples, and the brunette began to shiver.
Payal cupped her hands over Riya's breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her fingers.
"That feels so good, Payal," Riya murmered. Her hand strayed down Payal's belly. "You're so pretty. I love your pubic hair. See how it curls."
She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Payal's belly. She pulled gently at the auburn curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between. The brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled her onto her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Riya's thigh and rotated her hips slowly.
Riya squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Payal's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the brunettes.
She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.
She manoeuvered herself until her again-erect bud was pressing hotly against Payal's. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.
Payal lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the blonde's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmths bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The auburn and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release, their two erect love-buds straining against each others'.
Riya dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?"
Payal was beyond thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge of orgasm. She began to quiver, her nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and moans.
"Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM."
Payal had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.
"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"
In the next moment, Riya, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings once more. Her vagina clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever more fiercely against her slender partner's neither lips.
"OHH... UNG...AHH."
Riya collapsed over the brunette's body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their aftershocks. "Ohh. Nice," Payal breathed.
She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Riya, and sipped.
Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer, moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.
"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Riya?"
Riya was embarrased at the sight of Payal's "toy." When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to "help herself" with fingers or a pillow--but never with something so blatenty sexual.
Riya blushed, and murmered,"no."
Payal walked back to the bed, carrying the instrument. She bent down beside the bed to plug the vibrator in the wall. She drank more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped.
"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to Riya.
Riya hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Payal's open, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink portals open. She gulped down the rest of the contents of her glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Payal reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Riya prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its end, and turned it a little.
A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Payal's ample juices. Payal moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Riya watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself with her own fingers.
With each entry Payal's moans grew deeper. When half the length of the vibrator had disappeared, Riya turned the control up a bit more. The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her hand.
"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..."
Riya pulled it slowly out, then pushed it back in. It slid more easily as Payal's moisture wet the shaft. Riya was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down.
Although she was unconscious of it, Riya's free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing it, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them.
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