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Her nipples stood at perky attention, and Nancy could tell hers were getting fired up, too, just looking and wondering if the other woman was lacking in underwear as well.
Sasha sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs just a little bit, just enough to be inviting.
Nancy had to look out the glass balcony doors to keep herself from getting wet already. Maxine was lying on a pillow in the corner. She’d seen this kind of thing before. She just gave the women a wide yawn and closed her eyes to go to sleep.
“You gonna look out that door all night, or are you going to come over here and join me?” asked Sasha, leaning back on her palms and smirking when Nancy glanced back at her. “I know there’s a lot of mountain out there to see, but I think you might find the view even nicer in here.”
Nancy couldn’t stop herself from blushing. It had been a while since she’d been with anyone, especially with a woman, and she hardly counted getting off by grinding on Sasha’s leg as a full sexual experience.
She had missed the way women knew how to please her without all the awkward fumbling of a man’s hands, and more than anything, she had missed the smell and taste of a woman’s sex.
She wanted to dive on top of Sasha, tangle her hands in that pretty brown hair and rip off those tight blue jeans, but she knew she had to control herself.
If she moved too quickly, the whole encounter would be over before it even had a chance to begin.
Sasha seemed to realize what Nancy was thinking, and she shrugged her shoulders, making her chest bounce a little. “You’re getting cold feet after inviting me all the way up here?” she asked, with a fake pout.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” Nancy admitted.
Sasha grinned. “You could start by taking off that jacket and getting comfortable,” she suggested.
She still sat back on her palms on the edge of the bed, her legs spread slightly, with all of her clothes on.
Nancy didn’t like having to be the one to make the first move, but with a nervous laugh, she did as she was told, and stripped to the tank top she was wearing underneath all her layers of clothing.
“Is that better?” she asked, half-teasing and half-strained from nerves.
Sasha nodded, biting her lower lip in anticipation. “Take the tank off, too,” she whispered in a low voice.
Nancy drew in a deep breath and grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head before she could tell herself not to.
She stood there, then, in her khaki cargo pants and her red lace bra, getting goose bumps more from Sasha’s hungry gaze than from any chill in the air, and again she allowed her eyes to dart to the open sliding glass door and the dark view of the mountains beyond.
“That’s a great start,” said Sasha, allowing her fingers to trail down to her own crotch and begin to push against her slit through her jeans. “I like to have a little show before things get started, don’t you?”
“I’ve never been the subject of the show before,” said Nancy, but watching Sasha play with herself gave her a new sense of encouragement.
The other woman’s enthusiasm and her desire to be so forceful combined to create a new and arousing experience Nancy had never had in a lover before.
She cupped her own breasts through her bra and pushed them together, grinning. “This is a learning process for me,” she said, squeezing her breasts roughly.
Sasha rubbed herself more forcefully. “God, you act like you’ve done this forever,” she said, her face flushing with desire. “Here I thought I had the upper hand in this.”
Nancy pinched her own nipples through the cups of her bra and said, “I just want to be sure you’re ready.”
“I’m so ready,” Sasha whispered. “I’m so wet already.”
Nancy’s stomach was doing flips at the sight of this gorgeous woman rubbing herself because of her own appearance, her own sexy ways.
She had never felt hotter in her life, and she took the few steps over to the edge of the bed and straddled Sasha’s waist, sitting up on the bed on her knees and scooting the other woman back just enough that she could sit in her lap, facing her.
“I think it’s time you take something off, too,” she said in a hushed tone.
Sasha practically ripped her own shirt off, barely taking the time to undo the buttons on her soft cotton button-down before peeling it away from her shoulders and throwing it to the ground beside the bed.
As Nancy had predicted, the other woman wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the shirt. What she had not predicted was Sasha’s eagerness to tear her own bra from her.
Sasha reached behind Nancy and yanked the bra clasp open with much more finesse than any man in her life had ever s
