Kiss Me Ceit
Part Two
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Not here, Ceit whispered, we need to go back to the party.
I agreed reluctantly, and slid my hand slowly from the wetness between her legs. She looked up at me and took a deep breath of the crisp night air and I bent down to kiss her full red lips. The kiss was urgent but tender. Her lips were like satin, but energized and heated - it seemed to me that our tongues, teasing and touching, were electric. I was too excited, wanting to carry on, to see those lips parted in ecstasy, but I saw the sense in returning. We wouldn't be able to explain why the two of us left the party so early and together.
Promise me, I breathed in her ear, just promise me I can wake up beside you in the morning.
I felt her soft lips on my neck, and on my breasts as her hands slid around my bottom.
Don't ye worry, she looked up and into my eyes, ye are coming home with me tonight. Her sapphire eyes glowed with promise.
Reassured, but breathless, I stood up and straightened my dress and my hair as we made our way back to the party, making plans. Ceit buttoned her blouse and tucked it in, blushing slightly as if she'd only just noticed it was unbuttoned. Her reddish brown hair was shining in the night and her eyes shone in the night. God she was beautiful.
We made separate re-entrances to the party - careful not to arouse suspicion. Fortunately, everyone there was too drunk to have noticed our prolonged absence and we just carried on chatting with everyone there - stealing glances across the room, looks that tore my heart to pieces and confirmed that our encounter hadn't been a mistake or a sweet dream of mine. Her looks were as effective as touches and I knew my thong would be soaking by the time I touched her again.
On the walk back, we had made plans for later. The company was paying for a hotel room for her in the city centre - oh how the other half live! - but we had to be careful as the rest of the bosses would be staying there as well, and all on the same floor. When she went back, chances are she'd end up sharing a taxi with someone else, so I couldn't leave with her. We decided she would leave first, around 1am and I would stick around for another half an hour or so, and I would send her a message on her mobile phone to make sure the coast was clear before I went to her room. She had given me her room key, which I played with in my purse in anticipation.
The time crawled and gradually, Ceit came around to say good bye to Niamh and myself. We each gave her a quick hug and kiss and said good night, all laughing and speculating about how we'd all feel the next day. Ceit gave nothing away but her touch still tingled on my skin and I noticed her breath catch when I put my arms around her albeit briefly.
I was being fairly distant with Niamh who is a good friend and colleague and we normally talked up a storm. I was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying but blamed it on the drink although I wasn't feeling it at all anymore. To be perfectly honest, I've always found Niamh attractive as well - though nowhere near the level of torch I've carried for Ceit. Niamh was very attractive but in a totally different way. She was only about my height, but very slim with small, pert breasts that never needed a bra. Her blonde hair was closely cropped and always stylishly done and her make up was never too much - always just right. Unlike myself she had a short body and long legs but she always hid them in knee high boots (or "come -fuck-me boots" as we always called them). Niamh was only twenty and very trendy - and very boy crazy. She never failed to make me laugh with all her stories about her men.
But I was distracted, scanning the room, hoping all the bosses would have left by now, and would be safely tucked away in their rooms so I could sneak in undetected. Forty minutes later, the managing director and the chairman were still there and I couldn't wait any longer. I made my excuses to Ben and Niamh and everyone else, and took off down the street. I made my way to Grafton Street to catch a taxi just to be extra careful, although my feet were starting to ache in the stilettos.
I got a taxi quickly and told the driver to take me to the Ashley Arms Hotel. It took ten minutes to get there, and I stepped out of the taxi carefully, keeping an eye out for anyone who might recognize me. I lit a cigarette and hid in a shadow for a minute whilst I sent a message to Ceit's phone.
All clear - w8ing 4 u. Rm 714
The message came back and I made my way quickly to the lifts. Fortunately, this was the hotel the company always used for meetings and training, so I knew my way around fairly well.
The hotel was a lovely building - clean and tidy but old enough to have some character. The outside was stone and much of it carved ornamentally. I had never seen one of the bedrooms before. Of course, my interest was more than architectural on this occasion.
In the lift, my favourite memories flashed through my mind - the first time I slept with a woman, watching her orgasm from my touches, her chocolate skin glowing with sweat in the candlelight - and felt like it was the first time all over again. I was so nervous and excited when I found myself standing finally in front of room 714, I just stood there stupidly for a moment, my mind totally blank.
Then I put the key in the door, turning it hesitatingly and stepping inside.
Inside the room was dark but I could make out Ceit's amazing body lying on the double bed in the middle of the room.
I positioned myself at the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor and grabbed one of her feet in my hands, massaging it.
No time for that, I heard her giggle in the darkness. With that, she moved her legs to her side and slid down to the end of the bed and kissed me. I felt my body warm with the kiss, electric and more urgent than the ones earlier.
She wasn't in her skirt and blouse anymore, but dressed in a hotel-white bathrobe. I slid my hands from her face to her shoulders, reaching under the terry robe and putting my fingers underneath her bra straps. I got up and knelt on the bed beside her and she sat up as I slid the robe off her shoulders and cursed the darkness of the room. In the darkness all I could make out was the outline of her shape and I wanted so much to see every inch of her body.
I want to be able to see you, I whispered, kissing around her neck and ear.
I couldn't see, but felt her blush. Later, she half-conceded, we have all night.
My breath caught at the reminder of how much time we had alone. I began to kiss her up and down, all over her exposed skin as she massaged at my legs and breasts. The urgency, the tension was incredible. I needed release and needed it quickly. There would be a long night ahead for everything else.
I stood and carefully removed my dress, knowing she would struggle with the clasps and ties of the corset. I had needed no bra because the design of the dress held me in place so without the dress, I was wearing only a black satin thong, wet with my expectant juices, hold-ups and my stilettos. Ceit reached immediately for my breasts as I sat back down on the bed and took one in her mouth, sucking hard on the nipple. I was beginning to doubt that this was her first time with a woman.
I now reached and slid the robe off her entirely. She was still in her black bra and hold-ups but nothing else. Between her legs was hairy and unshaved. I quickly removed her bra and pulled her close. Nothing makes me happier to be a lesbian than the feeling of large breasts against my own. Our breathing had become heavier, and we were holding close together, placing quick kisses on each others lips as our breathing continued to deepen. I laid her on her back with one quick kiss on her lips and proceeded to worship her body, moving downwards.
Her body was a masterpiece of femininity. Her breasts were soft and full, no longer pert but still beautiful; her belly and waist were soft and natural as were her full hips and thighs. Her skin was like sandy beach, so soft and warm and inviting with freckles and curves that held no rhyme nor reason except for beauty and sensuality themselves.
As I worked my way down her soft body I massaged her skin, loving every silky inch of her waist, hips and thighs. By the time my face was between her legs I felt almost drugged; I was on top of the world, or maybe I had the world on a string or something but oh my god I was happy. Ceit moaned and played with my hair, reaching down and sitting up slightly. When I dove my tongue to lick and tease her, she laid back helpless and I looked up to see her lovely breasts heaving in the darkness. I moved down and made myself comfortable, resting her full thighs on my shoulders and moving one finger gently in and out of her, savouring her smell. Her breathing became more erratic and her moans less restrained and I felt I was spinning in space, ecstatic like coming home. As her body writhed at the command of my fingers and tongue I was floating in a sensory heaven - the taste and smell of her arousal, my fingers wet and slippery inside her, her beautiful body moving against me and her moans were my whole world for a perfect moment in time.
If my mouth hadn't been so busy, I would have been grinning like an idiot.
Nikki, the goddess whispered breathlessly, oh Nikki! Please, she breathed. I need to come, I'm going to come...
She was losing control but she did it beautifully. I slid my fingers out of her and kissed her around her belly and thighs, moved up and sucked on her breasts, leaving my leg resting lightly between her legs as her hips moved desperately to rub up against me.
Kiss me Ceit, I whispered with a silly grin and looked straight into those bright liquid eyes,
And she did.
End of Part Two... (stay tuned!)