Erin slowly sank to the floor, burying her head in her hands. "This cannot be happening." Already she could feel her breaths becoming shallower and she struggled to not panic.
"Erin?" Penelope asked as she sat next to her, resting a hand on her arm. "Are you all right?"
"I don't do well knowing I'm trapped somewhere. I need something to keep my mind off that fact."
"Okay, so, what were you doing with Rossi at that hotel? Couldn't you have gone to his cabin?"
Erin laughed a little. "He wanted to go to that damned cigar whatever. I, of course, had to stick to his side like glue, since the alcohol was more abundant than water. He would not keep his hand off my ass the entire time until we went upstairs and…well, I think you can fill in the blanks."
"Is he as good as his reputation claims?"
"Better." Penelope giggled and then her hand slipped, brushing against Erin's breast. A rush of desire swept over her body and she bit back her moan of pleasure.
"Sorry. I think I'm going to take my jacket off, it is getting a little warm in here." Her eyes were glued to the younger woman and as she watched, Penelope stripped off the jacket, thrusting out her breasts a little too far, locking eyes with her. "This is a little better."
"A little." Penelope sat back down, closer to her this time, and Erin could feel the heat radiate off her. "So, have you and Derek ever…"
"No. We're best friends, I couldn't sleep with him. But he is gorgeous, isn't he? If he wasn't like a brother to me, I would so jump at the opportunity to sleep with him, be another of his honeys."
"Oh, god, is that what he calls his girlfriends?"
"Yeah." They both giggled, and Erin turned into Penelope, wanting to see her expression in the half-light. The naked desire there sucked the breath from her body and she looked away suddenly, not ready to go that next step. "So, if we're going to be stuck here for some time, we might as well get comfortable. I'm taking my shoes off." As she bent down, Erin watched her shirt ride up, exposing a smooth expanse of pale white skin.
Gulping a little, she reached down and untied her sneakers, toeing them off. "It's his weekend with the kids, so there won't be anyone looking for me." She leaned back against the wall and looked at Penelope.
"Would you mind if I…" Before the other woman could finish her thought, she leaned forward, kissing Erin softly. "I've wanted to do that since the wedding. You were so open and soft; I'd never seen that side of you before."
"Dave tends to bring out that side of me," she murmured before leaning in to kiss Penelope again. The other woman buried her hand in Erin's hair, holding her close as she let her other hand creep under the camisole Erin wore, seeking out her breast. She nipped delicately at her lip as she cupped her breast, using the lace of her bra to irritate her nipple to an erect peak.
"Do you think this will keep your mind off being trapped in here?" she asked saucily and Erin nodded. "Good." She stripped off her blouse and all Erin could do was stare at her cleavage.
"I have the mind of a thirteen year old boy," she said lowly as she reached out to caress one of those firm globes so tantalizingly on display before her. Penelope giggled and arched into the touch. "Would you mind if I took your bra off?"
"No, Erin, I would not mind that at all." As she undid the clasp, she felt Penelope ruck up her camisole and she lifted her arms so that she could pull it off. "Will Dave mind if we do this? I don't want to ruin something good for you."
"He won't mind. He knows how bad my anxiety gets." Penelope nodded and she leaned forward to kiss the younger woman, silencing her words. She found her skin to be so soft and Erin broke the kiss to drag her lips down the smooth column of her neck. "You taste like sweat."
"Is it any wonder? Your lips burn like fire." Her words ended in a whine and Erin nipped at the pulse point that had started to beat erratically against her lips. "Harder. Mark me as yours."
"Yes," she hissed, biting down firmly. Penelope dug her fingers into her upper arm, and still she bit down, wanting to raise a mark like the woman ordered her to do. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh, god, yes, Erin. Holy hell, that feels amazing. More." Penelope was so vocal and this just made Erin's blood run hotter. She sat back and fumbled with the clasp on her own bra, wanting to feel Penelope's skin against hers. She smiled as she felt the other woman tug the zipper of her linen pants down and helped her push them down to her ankles.
As Erin shook her legs out of her pants, she went back to kissing Penelope's silken skin, dragging her lips down to the firm swell of her breasts. Lightly, she nuzzled her nose in her cleavage, breathing in the sweet, musky, scent that was entirely the younger woman's. "You have the most wonderful breasts, Penelope. Are they very sensitive?"
She nodded and Erin smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of one heavy globe. "Oh, yes, more…"
Delicately scoring her teeth along the outer edge of Penelope's breast, Erin avoided her nipple for as long as she could. Penelope whined a little more loudly and pulled sharply on a hank of her hair. Looking up, she saw Penelope bite her lip and try to glare at her. "What is it, Penelope?" she asked, running her thumb lazily over her nipple, feeling it harden even more.
"You're not doing what I want," she pouted.
"Did no one ever teach you that good things come to those who wait?"
"Erin."
"Fine." She lowered her head back to Penelope's chest and kissed down her fleshy stomach, stopping to swirl her tongue around and in her bellybutton. "I can just draw this out. My ex-husband was the master at this."
"You're cruel, Erin."
"No, he was cruel. He would just sit back and watch me masturbate to get off. I won't leave you in that state." She heard Penelope's sharp gasp and avoided her eyes, not wanting to see the pity she was sure was there. Instead, she drew patterns on her stomach with her fingers as she kissed her way back up to her breasts, drawing one erect nipple between her lips to suckle delicately.
She felt the change in Penelope, though, as the other woman smoothed her hair delicately, almost petting her, as if she was trying to comfort her. "I want you to kiss me again, please," she murmured, running her hand down her back.
Erin nodded and slid her body up against Penelope's as she puckered her lips. The kiss was so sweet and she had to blink back tears. "I'm sorry for ruining this."
"Honey, you didn't ruin anything. Does Dave know about what an ass your ex is?"
"Yeah."
"I'll have to see what I can do to rectify that situation, then." Penelope kissed her once more before gently pushing her back onto the floor. "Sex should be fun and loving." She kissed her ear, snaking out her tongue to lick the erogenous zone. Erin shuddered, feeling Penelope smile against her skin. "Can I mark you?"
Erin nodded shakily and felt Penelope's lips move down to her neck, and then further down to the swell of her breast. Delicately at first, then harder, she sucked and bit down, marking Erin's delicate skin. "I won't leave you hanging, I promise," she whispered as she laid her head on Erin's breast. "Are you crying?"
She realized she was and shook her head to deny it. "No, it must be the dust we kicked up earlier. Tears aren't my thing."
"And you can't lie to the Oracle." Turning her head, she kissed her bosom once more. "And I am going to give you such a good time this afternoon that those tears will be from release and joy."
