Erotic fiction inspired by Cristina Miller and Vanessa Decker in “Dreamy Life”
Vanessa first spotted Cristina getting a manicure. She was sampling some fancy perfumes at her favorite store when she noticed a striking beauty, with dark hair and a caramel complexion, admiring her newly painted nails. Cristina turned Vanessa’s way and Vanessa was only able to avoid eye contact by burying her nose in her freshly scented wrist. She missed the hint of a smile on Cristina’s face.
Vanessa was bored. She was loitering in the store in search of excitement. Usually, that meant a trip to the lingerie section.
She was browsing the clearance rack when she saw those nails again – a mix and match of purple and white with tiny patterns – sifting through a rack of lacy teddies. Cristina was holding a black teddy up against the light, testing its transparency, when she looked over her shoulder and saw Vanessa staring at her.
Vanessa unfroze and knew Cristina recognized her from before. She had to say something. “Otherwise, she might think I’m a creep,” she thought.
“That looks really hot,” she said, walking over to Cristina.
“Didn’t I see you in perfumes earlier?” said Cristina. Vanessa nodded, slightly embarrassed. “Find anything nice?”
Vanessa lifted her hand up to Cristina’s face, slowly, as if she were approaching a skeptical kitten. She put her wrist under Cristina’s nose. Cristina’s nostril flared with the smell of peonies, gardenias and orange blossoms, and she smiled.
Vanessa moved her hand over Cristina’s jawline towards her neck. “May I?” she asked. Cristina lifted her chin up to expose her neck, allowing Vanessa to gently rub off some of the scent.
“You must have a hot date,” said Vanessa, gesturing to the lingerie.
“Hah, a girl can dream,” said Cristina. “It’s funny, I probably have three of four pieces just like this at home that have never seen the light of day. I need a reason to wear them.”
“Create a reason,” said Vanessa. “You should try it on. See how it looks.” She grabbed the teddy from Cristina and took her by the hand, tugging her toward the dressing room.
Cristina stumbled forward a few steps and then stood her ground. “I can’t,” she said. Her eyes feigned hesitance but Vanessa saw the calculation going on in her mind, which seemed to shift in mid-sentence. “I can’t... try something on by myself,” she continued.
Vanessa pulled a few teddies off the rack and they scurried to the dressing room, taking one of the largest rooms available. They stood face to face for a few awkward moments.
“You dragged me in here,” said Cristina. “You go first.”
“Okay, but turn around,” said Vanessa. Cristina quietly complied. “No, I’m just fucking with you,” laughed Vanessa. “You can look if want.”
Vanessa kicked off her winter boots and loosened her skirt, dropping it down her legs with her panties. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra. Cristina kept her back to Vanessa but couldn’t help looking back a few times as Vanessa stripped. She turned around once Vanessa had changed into a cream-colored teddy that was half thong and half halter top. Vanessa was tying up the teddy behind her neck and had neglected a nipple that was still exposed. Cristina pulled the lace over her breast, fingers skimming the warm flesh.
“It’s lovely,” she said.
“You haven’t even seen the back,” said Vanessa, who swayed her ass like she was slow dancing.
“Even better,” said Cristina.
Vanessa loved the way Cristina’s eyes wandered across her body. “Now it’s your turn,” she said.
Vanessa didn’t voluntarily look away and Cristina didn’t ask her to. She was unnerved by Vanessa’s desiring eyes as she undressed – but her body gave her every indication of being turned on. She undressed agonizingly slowly. Every piece of clothing, starting with the belt to her skinny jeans, came off one at a time. She turned her back as she took off her panties and put on the black teddy.
“Gorgeous,” said Vanessa. She asked Cristina to turn around. Then she spun her around again. As Cristina came full circle, Vanessa leaned in. Cristina closed her eyes and was motionless with anticipation.
Vanessa wasn’t content to give her a simple kiss. She slid her tongue from the edge of Cristina’s ear and down her chin line, clamping on her bottom lip and lathering it with her tongue as she cupped her hands over Cristina’s large breasts. Cristina’s hands roamed freely as she directed her tongue towards Vanessa’s mouth for a sloppy kiss. Their smacking kisses were loud and prolonged, enough that they were startled by a knock on the door.
“Everything okay in there?” said a muffled voice. “You never got your tags.”
“It’s okay,” said Cristina. “I’m a VIP member.”
It felt mean to laugh but they couldn’t help themselves. Vanessa gave Cristina another kiss and then whispered into her ear, “Let’s throw our clothes on and go to my place.”
“But we can’t just take these,” said Cristina.
“You worry too much,” said Vanessa. She grabbed all the underwear from the floor and threw it into her purse. She turned Cristina around and applied gentle pressure to pull her tag off, removing the tag from her own outfit too.
The cashier was a little confused at first. Two beautiful women paying for two missing undergarments – tags only – with giant smirks on their face.
Cristina followed Vanessa home to her apartment. Vanessa wasn’t much of a house warmer. She took Cristina right to her bedroom and told her to get comfortable while she fetched some wine.
Cristina stripped down to her teddy, and when Vanessa retuned with a single glass, she was also down to her lingerie. She gave Cristina the glass with a rim that was covered in her lipstick. Cristina took three large sips, nearly finishing the glass.
“I haven’t done this before,” said Cristina, who was full of nervous excitement.
“Just lie back and relax,” said Vanessa. “If you like how it feels, we can keep going.”
They stretched out on the bed. Vanessa locked hands with Cristina and kissed at her fingertips and then her mouth. Vanessa felt all over Cristina’s lacy teddy, slowly pulling the top down to bare her breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and Vanessa stroked and licked them.
Vanessa removed the teddy completely and kissed her way down to Cristina’s pussy. She pressed the middle of her tongue against Cristina’s clit, curling its tip into her dripping pussy. She went back and forth with her tongue and her fingers as Cristina played with her big breasts. Vanessa crawled up alongside and Cristina opened her legs to let Vanessa’s freewheeling fingers take over. She started to get out of breath. As she curled her back, Vanessa fingered her relentlessly until an orgasm swept through her.
Vanessa caressed Cristina’s body as she gradually came down from her orgasmic high.
“How is that teddy still on?” said Cristina.
Vanessa sat up and unhooked the teddy from the back of her neck. It slid down, baring her big breasts, a tempting sight to Cristina. But she had something else in mind and she was tired of moving slow. She kissed around Vanessa’s inner thighs a little. She breathed in and got the scent of a woman who seemed to pamper every inch of her body. Her taste was even sweeter, and Cristina devoured her like a pomegranate.
Vanessa turned onto her stomach. “I’m so close, baby,” she said.
Cristina cuddled up next to her and rested her breasts on Vanessa’s back. Vanessa’s ass jiggled as Cristina probed her pussy with two fingers. Vanessa put a helping hand over Cristina’s fingers to increase the thrust. She moved to her clit as Cristina continued to finger her. Cristina blew kisses into her ear until Vanessa was shaking with pleasure.
They rested in bed for a few minutes, and Cristina turned to Vanessa, who looked to be on the verge of dreams. “So, there’s this great sex shop I know of about 20 minutes away,” she said.
Vanessa snapped awake with a smile and kissed Cristina. “Tell me about it,” she said, as she went down on Cristina for another tasting.
About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com
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