Quot;Mmm! Yum, yum, yum…" Canton hummed as she began to playfully feast on the Reddi Whip.

Randi's smile fell off her face as she realized their position: she was straddling Canton's lap, arms wrapped around the brunette's head and Canton's arms wrapped around her body, face buried in her breasts. What had started out in play was quickly causing a slow burn between Randi's legs.

Canton felt it, too, as her movements began to slow and she realized that rather than eating the whipped cream, she had begun to push it aside with her face, her tongue wanting to taste the flesh beneath.

Randi gasped as she felt that tongue stray into her bra, just barely lapping across the edge of her nipple, already hard from the cold whipped cream. She pressed on Canton's head, needing her mouth on her.

Encouraged and not thinking, Canton brought up a hand, pushing Randi's bra up over her breasts, giving her full access. She could hear soft whimpers above her, all of which fed her core of need and desire for Randi. She took in as much of Randi's left breast as she could, using her tongue to flick over the rigid tip, her own soft moan escaping. It finally hit her what she was doing when she felt Randi's hips begin to rock against her.

Randi was thrust back into reality from her sensual haze at the same time, realization dawning painfully clear. She looked down at Canton, only to meet horrified blue eyes. Slowly they disengaged, Randi getting to unsteady legs then helping Canton to hers. "Um," Randi said, her hands trembling as she tugged her bra into place. "I think we both need a shower," she said quietly, indicating the disgusting state both were in. "Towels are-"

"No, you go first. It's your place."

Relieved, as Randi needed to compose herself, she headed out of the room and to the bathroom, leaving an unsteady Canton in the kitchen.

Quot;My god," Canton breathed, burying her face in her hands for a moment, grimacing when she realized she'd just essentially done a face plant in whipped cream. Her heart was still racing as she began to clean up the mess they'd made.

Randi stood in the shower stall, letting the water flow over her naked body, hoping it would not only rinse away the whipped cream, but also her guilt. How could she have let that happen? How could she have done that to Canton, teased her like that and put her in a position like that? She felt terrible and like she was a terrible person.

Quot;A fucking tease," she whispered, washing her hair - twice - and then her body.But, god that felt amazing…. Nobody had touched Randi other than Shannon since the last time Randi and Canton had made love. Shannon hadneverbeen able touch her in the same way or make her feel remotely the way Canton did. The ironic things was, regardless of how unhappy Randi and Shannon's marriage was, Shannon had always insisted on a regularly active sex life, which had long ago become a chore for Randi. She never liked his hands on her, never liked his body to touch hers.

Then there was Canton. In those few brief moments on the kitchen floor, Canton had made Randi feel more than Shannon ever had in all their years of marriage combined. "Shit."

As Randi quickly dressed and got towels and a pair of shorts and t-shirt for Canton, Randi wondered if the brunette would even still be there. Had she taken off? Angry and hurt with Randi for what she'd started? Knowing Canton, Randi knew she likely blamed herself. With a heavy sigh, Randi finally padded out to the kitchen to meet her fate.

Canton was on her hands and knees finishing up the last bit of towel mopping she was doing. The kitchen was spotless, including the dishes they'd been washing when the water and food fight had started. Randi couldn't believe it.

Date: 2015-02-28; view: 576