Love under her moon

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Sadie collapsed on the plush love seat, exhausted. Marisa looked amused at her. Why the hell does the dry air wear me out so much? It's not even two hours long! She tried to laugh out her frustration, but tiredness overtook.

She attempted to release the remainder of the stress by running her hands through her thick black hair. She shook it out, as if releasing the pent-up stress through the top of her head. A couple of years ago, she went, I could drive ten hours and still be ready to go.

Is there something wrong with me, or am I just getting old? The temperature in the downtown condominium was cool, a nice contrast from her compact car, which the sun had turned into a makeshift greenhouse during the trip. Marisa's home had become a haven of rest for Sadie on her numerous trips to the city.

Marisa had a modern posh apartment with a minimalistic design flair. A Turkish area rug had an intricate design to contrast the simplicity of the place. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a skyline view of the city lights.

In the condo, she slipped off her slingback heels and tucked her feet between the two couch cushions. Then she scrounged herself against the throw pillows. Marisa returned to the room and handed Sadie a glass of chilled Sauvignon Blanc.

She then sat on the couch. You got so much going on, Sadie, with this time-consuming lecture series you're in and your job, a micromanager for a boss. It all adds up to make a quick trip here tiring.

Marisa sat on the couch by Sadie and sipped her wine. So please, feel free to rest and relax tonight. Don't do anything except drink the whole bottle.

I've got several stocked up. Different types. All your choice.

Sadie patted Marisa's knee. Thank you. This is really just what I needed.

She took a long drink of the dry white wine. I never dreamed this much work would be piled on my plate. And it doesn't stop.

I can hardly get through it. And the frustration. Oh my god, the frustration.

That comes with managing people who doesn't really care about their job or the company. Marisa shook her head at the woman next to her. You do need a break.

I've been through it before, too. But once you get your footing and your operations in place, even get some pushback against that boss of yours, things will ease up. I'm not sure.

The light's out there. Sadie huffed. You say so.

Changing to something more comfortable, Marisa suggested. Get out of that business outfit. Tonight is our night to veg out, binge watch TV, maybe do something else if we can think of anything.

Wine does help me relax, I guess. But I can take whatever I can get these days. Well, I told you all about the wine I have.

And if you need something stronger, harder, I've got it. Sadie changed from her dark dress and blazer to a light t-shirt and comfortable pajama shorts. Marisa and Sadie resettled in front of the large screen TV, where they lay under fuzzy blankets, squeezing the towel pillows during the tense gunshot scenes and hugging them during the scenes of romance and gentle lovemaking.

A few glasses later, the wine had lightened up the two ladies. In fact, Sadie had shrugged off her stress and fallen asleep before the movie ended, lying awkwardly on the sofa. Marisa decided to guide her to the guest room.

Sadie, Sadie, she said like a mother to her young child. It's time to get up and go to bed. Sadie's eyelids were heavy.

I'm awake. Uh, I've been watching the movie. She mumbled.

Let's go stand up. She shook her shoulder. Is the movie over? That ended fast.

Sadie tried to sound convincingly like she'd been awake, but her mumbling and drained face revealed otherwise. With me, Marisa said, holding back her laugh. Oh, I can make it to bed.

I'm okay. Marisa guided her friend out of the living room and into the guest bedroom, still holding back a giggle at seeing Sadie in her tied stupor. Marisa threw back the blanket and then the bedsheet.

Lovely sheet, Sadie mumbled so flat. Do you make the bed every day? I just lay down.

Oh, but I can't sleep with this shirt on. It's too hot. It'll twist and bother me.

While speaking, Sadie shimmied it out of her head. Marisa helped it when it snagged on her elbow. Marisa noticed a series of small, simple tattoos on the side of Sadie's torso.

Each tattoo was a face of the moon, from waxing to waning, centered by the full moon. Sadie recognized Marisa's attentionship from putting her to bed to her tattoo. Do you like my tattoo? Sadie giggled tiredly.

I didn't know you had any tattoos. This moon, it is so you. I got in Los Angeles.

It's been beside me ever since. Marisa shook her head at the sleepy wit. She drew her finger over the full moon on the intimate flesh aside Sadie's left breast.

Sadie touched Marisa's hand. Do you want to see my other tattoo? Another one? Sadie pulled Marisa's hand down to her hip.

She stretched open her pajama shorts and moved Marisa's hand inside, just below her belly button. The skin was warm and fleshy. Suddenly, Marisa stopped, as did Sadie.

It was the moment when the night could give way to a flood. The two women had worked together for several years and kept in touch with each other afterwards. When they first met, there was a quick, immediate spark between them.

Friendship at first, but a hint of attraction for the other remained, but buried deeply as other things had priority. They had put it aside as work and life overshadowed that spark as well as everything else. In this moment, though, Marisa had pushed a little further than ever before.

She whispered into Sadie's ear gently, I can't see a tattoo when these shorts are on. Sadie turned toward her friend. Take them off.

I won't stop you. I would never, ever stop you. Sadie answered delicately.

Marisa slid her other hand into the pajamas just below the waistband and took them down. She let her cheek lie down Sadie's back until she felt the roundness of Sadie's ass. The sudden cool air made Sadie shiver and pushed her to her tiptoes.

Her nipples hardened in the chill. Marisa stood up. Her mouth was watering.

Where's the other tattoo, she asked. Sadie turned toward her, leaning against the bed. Touch me, and I will tell you if you're close.

Marisa dragged her finger through Sadie's deep cleavage. Cold. Marisa drew her finger down her stomach.

Still cold. Her fingernail came to the line in Sadie's waist where the panties sat. Warmer.

Marisa moved her finger to the right. Getting colder. She moved left.

Warmer. Yes. Marisa touched Sadie's hip.

That feels good. Am I hot here? Yes.

Oh, yes, you are. While Marisa was thinking of the tattoo on Sadie's body, Sadie expectedly tilted forward and met Marisa like never before, placing her lips on hers. Their kiss lasted, as did their embrace.

This buried desire between them broke through the surface, coming into the light. Breaking the kiss, Sadie lifted off Marisa's shirt. Her breasts were light and cupped in a black demi-bra that contrasted her fair skin.

Sadie slipped a strap off one shoulder. Marisa slipped off the other strap and collapsed the bra. Sadie fell into her breasts.

Her mouth covered one of Marisa's tits and her hand caressed the other. Sadie then placed her lips all over Marisa's breast. She attended to all the sensitive flesh.

Sadie, yes, this is just what I wanted. She tucked a truss of Sadie's dark hair behind her small ear. Marisa basked in the attention.

She savored what she had, in fact, been attracted to. She had always been impressed with Sadie's full lips that she could pout so well. When toying with the men at bars and business conferences, she could capture and hold their attention with those lips.

At the same time, when she toyed with these salivating men, she was actually nurturing the deep-seated longing inside Marisa. Watching those nights, Marisa would squirm as her body heated up. In the bedroom, Marisa eased Sadie onto her back on the bed.

Sadie's large breasts swished around as she toppled backward. Marisa started to climb onto the bed, but Sadie stopped her. You haven't found my other tattoo.

Find it first. But not giving Marisa a chance to rethink her search pattern, Sadie placed Marisa's hand on her smooth skin, just above her most sensitive area, right here. The tattoo was of a lovely woman sat inside the crescent moon, holding Scorpio in her hand.

Marisa kissed the tattoo. Yes, Sadie's voice oozed, feels good. Feels good.

Her voice had shifted from tired to a tone which was caught on a whirl of physical and ethereal sensations. I wanted this. You don't know.

Marisa climbed onto the bed, silently as if approaching a prey. Marisa wore her expected perfume of wildflowers and sweetness. Sadie was made at ease by the womanly perfume.

The scent further warmed Sadie. Marisa leaned down teasingly. Sadie craned her neck to meet her lips.

A new lover's kiss from earlier wasn't enough. Sadie pushed her body upward to press against Marisa and encourage her to come closer. Marisa needed only a little encouragement.

Their tongues were twisting and playing and exploring. Their bodies pressed together, rubbing and quickly grinding in their flaming desire. Their hands ran all over each other.

They ruffled the bedsheets and blankets. Sadie rolled Marisa onto her back and kissed, going lower and lower. Soon, Sadie's tongue was laughing at Marisa's pussy and glossing her quits.

Marisa's body winced when the wide pink tongue orbited the spot. It was smeared with Sadie's saliva. Marisa murmured Sadie's name and encouraged her on.

Sadie found Marisa's secret place. She squealed and she grabbed Sadie's thick hair to hold her head in place. She was not going to let this mouth move anywhere else.

Sadie felt the fingers hold her hair, tighten and tug. She worked her mouth faster and slid two fingers between the lips of the slippery cunt. With her tongue and driving fingers, Marisa's murmurs transformed into grunts.

Her body shifted with each thrust and lick. Don't stop. Keep going.

Right there. Ah, you're doing so good. Marisa went abruptly silent.

The wonderful sensation had struck her full force. Sadie rose to admire the woman who she had just led into the realm of joy. Marisa's face winced and scrunched as the orgasm circulated throughout her body.

She avoided speaking so Marisa could continue to bask in pleasure. She lay down next to her. All the wetness on her mouth and chin began to dry.

She had her own sense of pleasure. Pleasing someone else was a joy all on its own. Still, Sadie let her fingers play and pedal lightly.

It wasn't long before she felt the initial onrush of her own orgasm. The next morning sun was bright through the sheen curtains. Sadie awoke to a sweet kiss from Marisa.

Thank you for last night, she said. Wow, what a time. I wasn't expecting it either when I got here.

Any time before your first meeting today, Marisa asked? About two hours. About two hours? That's enough time.

She lowered herself and disappeared between Sadie's legs.