Sharon leaned in, slanting her mouth over Brenda's, kissing gently at first. Brenda fisted the material of Sharon's shirt in her hands, and a soft moan escaped her throat as Sharon's tongue traced her lower lip. She opened to her, and her knees went weak as their tongues touched. Sharon pulled Brenda's shirt free of her skirt, and slid her hands around, caressing the bare skin at the small of her back, pressing her closer. The crush of her lips was intoxicating, and Sharon couldn't think through it to see why this was wrong. She broke the kiss, moving her lips slowly over Brenda's jaw, trailing to latch on to her neck, sucking gently. She could feel Brenda's heartbeat beneath her lips, so fast, so hard. She moved her hand, smoothing her fingers over Brenda's ribs, feeling them rise and fall in a quickening rhythm, and then she slid her hand up, cupping a bra-clad breast, letting her thumb brush roughly across the already hardened nipple in the center. Brenda gasped, and knotted her fingers in the Captain's hair. She knew that there was no coming back from this. She'd been strong enough to stop it once, when the specter of Fritz had loomed in the back of her mind, but there was nothing to stop her now. She let one hand slide free of the tangle of hair, moving it down, tracing the lines of Sharon's back, before grasping her hip, and pressing her close, rolling her own hips in response to the pressure.
Sharon hummed against her neck, and let her free hand slip down, gathering the material of Brenda's skirt in her fist. She shifted her weight, and let her thigh settle between Brenda's legs, relishing the sharp intake of breath when the Chief registered the friction. Sharon let her fingers ghost along the edge of the lacy bra cups, then pulled them down, finally making contact with the deliciously firm flesh. Brenda moaned, and let her head drop back at the contact of skin on skin, knowing that as much as it felt like it, she couldn't actually be on fire. As Sharon's skilled fingers teased her nipples impossibly hard, their lips crashed together, all desperate passion and need. Brenda teased Sharon's lower lip with her tongue, then sucked it into her mouth, biting gently. Sharon gasped at the sensation, and responded by pressing her thigh more determinedly against the Chief's wet heat. She let the skirt fall from her fingers, the barrier broken by her leg. She reached up, and quickly unfastened the top 4 buttons on Brenda's shirt, and groaned in appreciation at the sight of those breasts laid bare, framed by the hastily pulled down cups. She lowered her head, capturing one in her mouth, sucking gently, then letting her teeth graze the sensitive tip. Brenda cried out as the Captain's mouth landed hot on her skin. She ran her hands up and down Sharon's thighs, feeling the taught muscles flexing, then slid her hands up, pulling Sharon's shirt free, and letting her fingers skim the soft skin of her belly. Sharon shifted her attention to the other breast, catching the nipple between her lips, and flicking her tongue over the tip, causing Brenda to grind hard against her thigh. Sharon could feel the warmth, the heat, through the layers of fabric that separated her leg from Brenda's core. Desire made her dizzy, but she had to be sure.
"I want...I would like, very much, to touch you." Sharon's voice was richer than honey, as she purred into Brenda's ear. She slid a hand beneath Brenda's skirt, letting her fingers draw delicate patterns on her inner thigh, illustrating her point.
Brenda shivered, the sensations more than she could bear. She caught Sharon's lips with hers, whispering her consent with a kiss, and murmured yes.
Sharon's hand trailed fire along Brenda's inner thigh, and she cupped her sex through the thin fabric of her panties, smiling as Brenda pressed against her, moaning. Sharon hooked her fingers, sliding the fabric aside, and closing her eyes as she felt, for the first time, the slick wet warmth that had occupied her thoughts for so long. Brenda hissed as Sharon started to stroke her, fingers moving insistently against the bundle of nerves at her core.
"Oh...good lord" Brenda gasped, as she felt Sharon slip a finger inside, then add another. The heel of Sharon's provided constant pressure against her center, as Brenda bucked her hips, lost in the feeling of Sharon inside her. Her hand trapped between their bodies, Sharon guided the thrust of her fingers with the movement of her own hips, slow and sensual, pressing deeply. Sensing how close to the edge Brenda was, Sharon crooked her fingers, brushing against a spot that Brenda had only read about, and Brenda shattered, coming convulsively around Sharon's fingers, her name a whisper on her lips. Sharon played out the last ripples of Brenda's orgasm, kissing her gently, bringing her down from bliss with tender hands. She glanced down, the sight of the blond woman utterly undone in front of her was more than she could stand. Brenda's hair was falling out of her messy up-do, her shirt half open, exposing her creamy breasts, the dusky peaks still hard. Brenda let her head drop onto Sharon's shoulder, as she came back to herself, breathing hard.
"Brenda..." Sharon's voice was husky with arousal.
Brenda looked up, meeting flashing green eyes, darkened with desire.
"Sharon. I uh, I don't know what-" She stopped speaking abruptly, watching the Captain's movements.
Sharon had gently withdrawn her hand, letting Brenda's skirt fall back into place, and, holding Brenda's gaze, she traced her own lips with slick fingers, before licking them clean. Brenda felt her knees go weak at the sight.
"I have wanted to do that, for so very, very, long Brenda. You have no idea." Sharon whispered, leaning forward to drop a kiss on her collarbone.
"Oh. I think...I might have an inkling." Brenda chuckled breathlessly. "But, I did think it'd be on my desk, not in a stalled elevator, if it was going to be anywhere that wasn't a proper bed."
Sharon smirked at that, and then raised her hands to Brenda's breasts, caressing them before she pulled the cups of her bra back up, then, with nimble fingers, she re-fastened the buttons on Brenda's shirt. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she nodded.
"There you go. Good as new."
"I'd say better than when I started, that's for sure." Brenda blushed a deep shade of red.
"Oh? Care to expound on that?" Sharon kept her arms around Brenda, as they spoke.
"Well, I just, I mean..." Brenda fumbled for words to explain what she meant, "you are quite adept. And I've never experienced things like that, with someone who was so...I mean, I didn't know that..." Brenda trailed off again, making a small hooking motion with her fingers.
Sharon's eyes widened, as she finally grasped what the Chief was implying.
"Your g-spot?" She murmured incredulously.
"Yes. That." Brenda replied, trying not to look as flustered as she felt. This was worse than losing her virginity!
"I see. Well, you learn something new every day, don't you, Chief?" Sharon delivered the line deadpan.
"I do. I admit, there are some areas in which I am not well-versed." Brenda closed her eyes at that.
Sharon looked at her for a long moment, not understanding at first. Brenda opened her eyes, and met her gaze, and her cheeks flushed all over again. Sharon understood then,
"I think it's safe to say, that there are some areas of study," Sharon began, her voice low and full of promise, "that are more...hands on, than others." She caught Brenda's hand, lacing their fingers together. Brenda chuckled softly, and Sharon leaned forward, brushing their lips together.
"I'm a fairly quick study, or so I've been told." Brenda whispered against Sharon's lips, before teasing entrance with her tongue. The kiss, which had started slow, and gently, quickly built up into an inferno, as their bodies melded together. Sharon turned them, so that she was leaning against the wall, and brought their joined hands to the hem of her skirt, sliding it ever upward, sighing at the feel of Brenda's hands tracing over her thigh. She caught Brenda's lower lip between her own, nipping it gently, before using her free hand to push her panties to the side, and sliding Brenda's fingers across her wet folds. She let a small moan escape.
"See what you do to me?" She whispered, her voice whiskey rough, and dark. "This is what you do, without even touching me." She moved their hands in tandem, tracing circles around the sensitive nub, then gently pushed at one of Brenda's fingers, gasping when she felt one, then two slide deep, withdraw, and then slide in again. Brenda's eyes were wide, as she watched the Captain guide her hand. She leaned forward, latching on to an expanse of throat that was suddenly bared, as Sharon let her head drop back in pleasure. Brenda laid kisses all over it, sliding her fingers in and out, then, feeling adventurous, she twisted them slightly as she pushed in, and Sharon gasped, bucking beneath her. Brenda smiled against her throat, and twisted her fingers in again, then pressed the heel of her hand against the bundle of nerves at Sharon's center. As she pulled out, she dragged her thumb across the bud, then pressed back in, moaning at the incredible heat, the sensual appeal of Sharon, still fully buttoned up, but writhing on her hand, completely wanton.
"Teach me, Sharon. Teach me how to make you come." Brenda whispered, thrusting her fingers in, and feeling the dark haired woman grind against her hand.
"Oh, god. Talking like that is a good start." Sharon moaned, shuddering as Brenda's breath swept over hear ear.
"I want you to come for me. I want to make you come. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Show me, Sharon. Show me what to do." Brenda brought her free hand up to caress the Captain's breast, feeling the pucker of a nipple beneath the layers of fabric. She pinched, gently, and Sharon let out a cry, bucking hard against her. She reached down, and grabbed Brenda's hand, holding it steady as she rolled her hips, gasping with each thrust.
"Kiss me..." Sharon whispered, her voice ragged.
Brenda slanted her mouth over Sharon's, slipping her tongue softly against her lips, mapping her mouth, and she squeezed the breast she'd been cupping, brushing her thumb firmly across the tender peak, as Sharon ground against her one final time, and then Brenda felt all that heat contracting around her fingers, a staccato heartbeat against her hand. She held the dark haired woman's throbbing sex gently, as the spasms subsided.
"Oh...wow." Brenda breathed, kissing a trail along Sharon's jaw.
"Indeed, Chief." Sharon replied, turning to catch Brenda's lips in a tender kiss. "Indeed."