This chapter is NSFW.
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"Ow ow ow ow. Stop!" Gillian writhed beneath her in a wholly different way than normal.
"What?" Caroline stopped and pulled her fingers out of Gillian's wet warmth. "What's wrong. Are you okay?"
"Your fingers. What have you got on your fingers? It hurts. It stings." Gillian crawled crab-like up her bed, holding her twat, clearly in some discomfort. She was relieved no one else was home or they'd have come barging in, responding to her cries.
Caroline was stunned, mortified that she might have hurt Gillian, trying to work out what the problem was, and then it clicked. "Chilies. I was cutting up chilies for the chili con carne."
"Bloody hell Caz."
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea." She was horrified. "I did wash my hands..." she added defensively.
"Not bloody enough."
"What can I get to sooth it? Would sour cream help?"
"Fuck Caz. Why don't you add some lettuce and cheese and call it a fucking taco?!"
Caroline burst out in raucous laughter, crossing her legs like she was trying not to pee.
Gillian was having none of it. "Fuck you, you daft bint. My twat is on bloody fire, and not in a good way." Grumbling, she got up and squirmed her way to the bathroom, hoping that water would at least cool the fire.
"I'm sorry, I really am. I had no idea. It's never been a problem before." Still chuckling, she followed Gillian into the bathroom.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know either. Never been a problem for me," she grizzled, washing herself in the shower, relieved when it did sooth it a bit.
"Yoghurt. Would natural yoghurt work do you think?" Caroline asked hopefully, wanting to help in some way.
"You going to throw the whole bloody fridge at me now, is that it?"
Caroline was trying not to laugh. "No, of course not. Just wanting to help."
"I think you've done enough for tonight," Gillian bitched, grumpier at missing out on what was building to be a good orgasm than anything happening in her twat, thankful that now the source of irritation was gone, the discomfort was receding too. Gillian stepped out of the shower and was handed a fresh towel by Caroline.
"I am really sorry. I had no idea."
Gillian dried herself slowly, watching Caroline, naked in the bright lights of the bathroom. While it wasn't the over 40s lighting Caroline preferred, it was revealing the lovely shapes of Caroline's voluptuous body. Long strong legs, round bum, plump stomach and spectacular breasts. She was strong, lush, delectable. It gave Gillian an idea.
Gillian looked into her lover's eyes and saw surprise, then desire bloom in response to her own look of lust.
"Turn around and put your hands on the sink," Gillian growled. Her twat was still itchy and she was still horny so she figured she may as well make the best of it.
Caroline swallowed, wondering what might be in store for her. She'd seen Gillian in moods like this, but this was the first time while they'd been naked. "Why?"
Gillian didn't say anything, but she put her hands on her hips and her breasts jutted forward as she stood up taller, waiting.
Caroline slowly turned around, placed her hands by the sink and looked into the mirror to watch for Gillian's next move.
Gillian came up behind her and leaned against her, putting her hands either side of Caroline's on the bench.
Caroline's breath caught. This was different, she thought, not something we've done before. The delicious ache between her legs had started again. She pushed back into Gillian and bent forward a little more, her breasts starting to hang.
Gillian reached around and lifted them up, feeling the weight of them, running her thumbs over the nipples. Caroline closed her eyes and chewed her bottom lip unconsciously.
"You can watch while I take you from behind."
Caroline's eyes flew open. "Shit!" Not particularly comfortable with her body at the best of times, she had felt even less happy about it since she'd put on a bit of weight. The thought of watching herself naked was not one she relished. It felt a bit like penance, the price for putting Gillian in pain. Then she remembered all the pain that Gillian has put up with in the past, in every room including this one, and swallowed hard. She could do this, if it was the apology Gillian wanted. If this was what Gillian needed.
Gillian moved her hands over Caroline's body, in prayer to the sumptuousness that was her lover's form. She whispered in her ear, "I know this is uncomfortable for you, but I love your body. It's very beautiful. You're very beautiful." She sucked an earlobe, handily just in front of her mouth, and then bit it gently, eliciting a sharp hiss from Caroline. "I love your shape. I love your breasts, your belly, your arse. I'm going to show you how much."
Gillian slid her hands and lips and tongue over Caroline's body, touching everything, sensitising all of her skin, while telling her exactly how each part of her body was beautiful. Caroline watched the look of reverence that Gillian wore, the sheer pleasure at the beauty of Caroline, every mountain and valley loved for what it was. Caroline was starting to see herself through Gillian's eyes.
Gillian moved one hand down from Caroline's belly to between her legs, not surprised to find that Caroline was very wet. Caroline gasped and spread her legs wider, letting Gillian in.
"Bend over a bit more so I can see you, watching me while I fuck you."
Caroline moaned, the throbbing between her legs nearly uncontrollable.
Gillian moved her hands over Caroline's arse and down her thighs before reaching between her legs. She entered Caroline slowly, watching her mouth drop open as Gillian filled her and started to move. Caroline was bewitched, feeling every sensation in slow motion, watching Gillian's face.
They watched each other, until Caroline mentally let go of all the detritus of her life and truly inhabited her glorious body. It was only then that Caroline understood that it wasn't punishment, but a gift that Gillian had given her.