Walking back out to the car, Brenda couldn't take her eyes off of the swaying hips of the Captain as she walked ahead. The skirt clung to her legs in all the right places, ending just below mid-thigh, and the stiletto heels made Sharon's calves stand out in remarkable definition. Brenda blushed all the way down to her torso as she pondered running her tongue along the curve of that muscle. Sharon paused to open the passenger door, and was surprised to feel two arms sliding around her waist. She turned, and Brenda caught her lips in a fevered kiss, that tasted of wine and chocolate. Sharon put her hands low on Brenda's hips, pulling her closer into an embrace. Brenda skimmed her tongue along Sharon's lower lip, and sighed into the kiss when Sharon's tongue stroked along hers. Brenda thought that maybe she could stand here forever, kissing this woman, being kissed by her, if it weren't for the fact that she wanted so much more. She pressed her body firmly against Sharon's, feeling the soft warmth of her everywhere. Sharon moved one hand to tangle in Brenda's hair, and slid the other hand down the outside of Brenda's thigh, delighting in the slip of soft material beneath her fingers, before dragging her nails back up. Sharon knew that if they stayed here, leaned against the car, they'd eventually be breaking the public decency law, so she broke the kiss, and whispered in Brenda's ear.
"Come home with me?"
"Yes."