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Chapter 6 In Which Sara Moisturizes
Meanwhile in the shower...
Sarah came with a groan she hoped the sound of the shower would mask. She steadied herself with her left hand against the tile. She continued to thrust gently against her right hand. The toes of her left foot were curled around the soap dish. Her chin was pressed against her chest as little quakes kept shivering through her. It was such a relief to finish what she had started before Catherine had arrived on her doorstep. If she'd gone out with Catherine without "working one out", she'd not have been able to keep her hands to herself. Sara turned off the water and slid the shower door open. She grabbed the towel off the back of the door, toweling off her hair, her arms and her long legs before slipping on her black satin robe and a pair of black cotton bikini panties. She wrapped the towel turban style around her head and headed out of the bathroom. She grabbed her lotion off her dressing table before heading into the living room. Time for a little fun with Catherine. Sara didn't want Catherine to think that she could get away with leaving that message without a little payback.
"Catherine, is my cell phone on the kitchen counter?" Sara called walking into the room.
Catherine looked up from Sara's half-finished crossword to scan the counter at which she sat.
"Yup", she said, not looking at Sara, and turning back to the newspaper.
Sara stood, a bemused little smile on her lips, "well...could you toss it to me, the battery's about to die and I need to plug it in". Again Catherine looked up without seeing Sara, picked up the phone and hopped off the stool. She walked over to the outlet where the charger was already plugged in and connected it to the phone. Waiting for the beep to indicate it was charging, Catherine said, "It's all taken care of Sar, go ahead and finish getting dressed." Catherine still hadn't looked up at Sara. She could smell the soap and shampoo from her, could hear the rustle of the satin; she knew to look at Sara would be her undoing.
"Thanks", Sara mumbled sarcastically, turning to head back into her room to moisturize her legs, alone, without an audience. "No way!" she thought, to herself, "this is my house, I'll damnwell moisturize where I want to". She was huffing and puffing like an eight year old as she half stomped past the kitchen counter to sit on couch. She balanced one foot up on the coffee table, the satin parting to reveal legs for days. She worked the lotion into her tanned skinfrom her upper thigh down over her knees, into her calf muscles and finally gave loving attention to the spaces between each little toe. She kept stealing glances at Catherine hoping she was watching. Catherine, however had become genuinely engrossed in the crossword. She was a pretty decent crucaverbalist when she actually had time to get into one. Now, she forgot where she was, as well as her intent to remain unconcerned with whatever flirtations Sara tried on her.
"Hey Sara, what's Virgil's epic? 6 letters."
"Umm..." Catherine looked up at the pause. Sara was just switching legs. She now had the left leg, the one closest to Catherine, up on the table, and was rubbing the lotion between her hands, her head tilted back and to the side, trying to think of the answer.
"The Aeneid?" Sara offered, not looking at Catherine, but leaning over her leg to start rubbing the lotion into her long outer thigh. Catherine couldn't look away, in fact she had no idea what she had been doing up until that moment. "What did Sara just say?", she thought to herself. She was mesmerized as Sara worked the lotion in with her strong fingers. Her legs were truly amazing, brown, strong, smooth and so long.
Catherine found herself getting up and moving towards Sara. "I'm so about to loose this game" Catherine thought as she moved up behind Sara. She pumped some lotion into her own hands and leaned down to Sara's ear. "Let me finish that for you."
Catherine moved around to Sara's front and sat her elf down on the coffee table, between Sara's knees. She warmed the lotion between her hands, taking in the sight of Sara in just her robe. The v of the neck plunged impossibly low, all the way to her toned stomach. The gape in the robe revealed just the side of her small, round left breast. Little wisps of hair escaped from under the towel around her head, and played on the back of her neck. The robe was parted so that both of her glorious legs were on display.
Catherine looked at Sara and reached down to Sara's foot, pulling it up and into her lap. The robe slipped further away revealing Sara's leg from the very top of her thigh to her toes. And that was where Catherine was going to start. She rubbed each toe between her fingers, before working the lotion into the delicate bones on the top of Sara's feet. Catherine scooted forward for some more lotion. The motion settled Sara's heel into Catherine's crotch. She hitched a bit, trying not to thrust her hips up into the delicious pressure she felt in between her legs.
Sara hadn't missed what had just happened though, and as Catherine's hands found their way back to Sara's leg, Sara moved her heel a little deeper in between Sara's legs. Catherine's chin dropped to her chest, as she breathed out sharply. She continued to rub Sara's calf; every time she rubbed the muscle down and towards Sara's foot, her heel pushed into Catherine's crotch. She gave up trying to still her hips.
"Oh god," Catherine murmured softly.
"What was that Cath?" Sara asked coyly. Sara reached up and pulled the towel off her head. She ran her fingers vigorously through her hair, shaking it out from her head. She looked back at Catherine waiting for an answer. "You said something Catherine?"
"Sara..." Catherine hissed as she lifted Sara's foot off her lap. She put her hands on Sara's thighs and pressed her lotion slick hands into the muscle. Her hands glided up, up, up and finally stopped as she grasped Sara's hips. Catherine was now standing, and bent over Sara. Sara's eyes were unashamedly directed down the front of Catherine's shirt. Sara was sure she had her, sure that Catherine was going to straddle her and fuck her senseless. Her hands reached around to Catherine's ass. Catherine leaned down. Sara closed her eyes in anticipation of the kiss; she parted her lips. Catherine kissed her softly, then moving to her ear she whispered "Get your sweet ass dressed, we're gonna be late."Pushing herself off Sara's hips, she heardSara groan ever so softly. Both women scored the round a tie.