WALK-IN MY SHOES pt. 2

WALK-IN MY SHOES pt. 2

She caught Danielle staring at her again and blurted out, "What? I look ridiculous, don't I?"

"No, you look beautiful,"

Dawn snorted derisively, but she had to admit to herself the compliment made her feel a little better. Danielle rose and walked behind her, placing her hands on Dawn's shoulders she began to massage them. Danielle's hands were soft and gentle and could calm Dawn and make her relax. She loved the way they felt and closed her eyes, allowing them to work their magic on her body. If she had ever needed calming, this was the time. It was not long before she was leaning back into her lover's body, enjoying those soft loving hands.

"Let's go to the living room," Danielle said softly. Dawn nodded and stood up. She allowed herself to be led into the living room, where Danielle picked up the remote and started the Cd player. A romantic, slow song started, and Dawn recognized the music as her favorite make-out Cd. Danielle tossed the remote on the sofa and turned to take Dawn into her arms. They started to dance, but a war of sorts broke out as each tried to lead. Dawn was used to Danielle meekly acquiescing to her desires, but when the older woman did not Dawn remembered what was going on and forced herself to follow.

Danielle was not used to leading and was not very good at it. By the time, the second song ended they were standing still, just rocking in each other's arms. Dawn was having some difficulties dancing in her heels, at any rate, so she was glad that was over. Her mind was ripped away from her relief when she felt Danielle's hands slip down her back to her ass and cup her cheeks. It was not a new sensation, she had felt it many times before, but it was shockingly different now.

She felt vulnerable and exposed in the skirt, and the satin felt sensuous on her behind. Danielle's hands rubbing her cheeks through the skirt and panties produced strangely intense sensations.

Dawn could feel her nipples harden, pressing into the soft fabric of her bra, and she was very aware of the stockings on her legs. What is happening to me? She thought in a state of panic.

When Danielle's soft hands drew her skirt up and Dawn felt the cool air on her thighs and ass, she blushed for the first time in ages.

Danielle's mouth found her neck as the redhead's hands slipped into the waistband of Dawn's panties and began to work her ass. Dawn groaned and pushed her body against her lover's. For some reason, Danielle drew her hips back, but Dawn was not in an inquisitive state of mind and did not even wonder why for more than a second or two.

Danielle's lips and tongue on her neck were driving her up the wall, not to mention the soft hands on her ass. She did not want to be enjoying this, did not want to be reacting to it, but her body was on fire now.

When Danielle broke the embrace and took her hand Dawn meekly allowed herself to be led up the stairs towards the bedroom. It was only when she saw the open door to her room that she snapped out of the trance she was in. She pulled her hand away from Danielle's violently and shook her head as if she were a boxer who had taken a stunning blow and was trying to clear it. Danielle did not give her the chance, faster than Dawn thought possible the redhead pinned her against the wall. One hand lifted Dawn's skirt, while the other shot between her legs and massaged her pussy. Her lips sought out and found the most sensitive spot-on Dawn's neck and began to gently gnaw her skin.

"Nooo...mmmm...Stop!"

"Wow, your pussy is sopping wet,"

"I'm going to get you for this," Dawn panted. Danielle's fingers were rubbing her mound in a circular motion, concentrating on her clit Dawn felt her hips buck involuntarily. The bitch knows exactly how to do it, Dawn thought.

"No, you are going to get it," Danielle said with a mocking smile and before Dawn realized her lover's hands were no longer on her body, Danielle scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. Danielle dumped her unceremoniously on the big bed and then stepped back. She began unbuttoning her work shirt, not in the slow, teasing way she usually did, but in a very businesslike manner. Dawn forgot her anger; she loved seeing Danielle's naked body. She was pleasantly surprised when the shirt came off to reveal Danielle was not wearing a bra. Her large full tits were on display to Dawn's hungry eyes.

Danielle kicked off her boots and crawled onto the bed, pushing her breasts against Dawn's chest, and riding her down onto her back. Her lips found Dawn's and her tongue forced its way into her mouth.

Danielle had always been a tiger in bed but only reacted to Dawn's moves. Now she was raping Dawn's mouth, and the fierceness of the assault took the smaller woman's breath away. Danielle's hands worked at the buttons to Dawn's poet's shirt and soon her bra was revealed. Dawn was, caught up in the intenseness and responded, sucking at Danielle's probing tongue. She did not protest and, helped get the shirt off, but she went stiff as a board when she felt Danielle's fingers on the closure of her bra.

Dawn hated her tits. They were ugly, and she never took off her bra during sex. She shuddered at even the thought of her lover seeing them and was careful to shower when Danielle was still asleep. She realized with a sinking feeling that Dani had anticipated this too, for her bra was a front closure and she was helpless to stop her lover from undoing it. Danielle's tongue down her throat prevented her from protesting and she cringed when she felt the fragile garment pulled free of her body.

Danielle broke the kiss and pushed herself up on her arms, gazing down at Dawn's tits. Dawn held her breath; waiting for the look of disgust she just knew was coming. Danielle's green eyes sparkled in the light.

"You little fibber, they're beautiful," Danielle breathed and lowered her head to kiss one. Dawn was unsure as to how sensitive her breasts would be, she had never let anyone do this to them before.

Danielle's lips were soft and loving and when her tongue curled around a nipple Dawn gasped. Her hands were warm and gently kneaded the tit she was not sucking. Dawn was biting her tongue to keep from moaning. She was not about to let this get to her. There was no way she would let Danielle win and show she was enjoying it.

For her part, Danielle seemed bound and determined to wring a moan from Dawn. She licked, sucked, and fondled Dawn's boobs, concentrating on the nipples and aureoles. The sensation went from mildly pleasurable to very pleasurable, to white-hot jolts with every swipe of the warm tongue. Dawn tasted blood and realized she was chewing her lip, a small gasp escaped when Danielle gently nipped her left nipple. Danielle moved to her right nipple and laved it with her tongue until it was a hard pebble in her mouth. Dawn felt her suck hard, pulling the nip away from the aureole and then gently chew on it. A low moan escaped her lips then, it felt too incredible to remain silent any longer.

Danielle pulled her head up and grinned triumphantly. Dawn frowned and was about to make a biting comment when her lover's head dipped again and began to trail kisses down Dawn's belly. Dawn squirmed; she knew that Danielle could send her into orbit when she wanted to. The redhead's hands gripped her thighs and slowly slid upwards. Dawn had never felt anything as sensuous as those soft hands on the stockings that she wore. She groaned and parted her thighs.

Dawn had no intention of fighting her battle here, she had already learned that short of forcing her to stop there was no way she could keep from coming once Danielle's mouth was in contact with her pussy. Her soft lips and amazingly talented tongue were only part of it. She genuinely loved to eat at Dawn's pussy, and that made it so much more erotic for Dawn. Danielle was also very intuitive and had quickly, more quickly than Dawn had been comfortable with, learned to react to every signal Dawn's body sent, no matter how small.

Dawn hoped Dani did bring her off that way, she would not feel bad about that. Danielle's fingers slipped across the cool satin of her panties and tugged them down. Dawn raised her hips to make it easier for her lover, and the small bundle of damp satin joined her bra and shirt on the floor. Dawn was expecting Dani to remove her skirt as well, but the redhead just pushed it up, bunching it around her waist, and dipped her head between Dawn's thighs. Dawn watched her and regretted that decision almost immediately. She loved to watch her lover, the rapt expression on Danielle's face was always such a turn on, but the sight that greeted her was so incongruous, so alien to what she normally saw, that it left her more uncomfortable than a whore, in church as her grandmother used to say.

The first thing that impressed itself upon her was her breasts. She could see them, and she was not, used to that, nor happy with it. Her breasts were small and not firm with half-dollar-sized aureoles and small buttons for nipples. Compared to Danielle's large, full breasts her tits looked even smaller than the b-cup she wore.

The Champaign-colored cincher, with its heavy boning, delicate lace, and long garters was partial, hidden by the bunched-up blue skirt. Her white stockings made her legs look paler than the rest of her skin, and she still was not, used to seeing her feet in five-inch heels. She looked so. so feminine. The whole display was profoundly disturbing to her. Not only because it was not what she was used to, but because it was also mildly erotic to her.

If the visual stimulation was mildly erotic, Danielle's tongue and lips were on another plane of excitement. The redhead's tongue traced along the puffy outer lips of Dawn's sex, teasing her, building up the tension that she knew would end only with a powerful orgasm. Dawn moaned when her lover's tongue dipped in between the wet folds to caress her inner labia. Danielle's tongue found her clit and began to tease it with very soft flicks. Dawn's hips undulated and she tried to relax, tried to allow herself to orgasm quickly. Danielle had other ideas and pulled away from Dawn’s-soaked pussy when the first quivers of her thighs announced she was close.

"Bitch," Dawn hissed.

"Oh no," Danielle said as she stood and unbuttoned her jeans, "tonight you're the bitch,"

Dawn was about to reply, but Danielle's jeans slipped over her hips, and what Dawn saw left her speechless. Instead of the dainty garter belt and sexy panties she always wore, Danielle had a strap-on buckled around her trim waist. Dawn had three and often wore one under her jeans and compared to the large thick dildos she had the thin, pink, five-inch vibe on Danielle's was almost comical.

"No fucking way!" Dawn blurted out. Danielle smiled at her as she stepped out of her jeans and stroked the vibe.

"This has gone far enough!"

"Shut the fuck up! You're my bitch and you are getting fucked tonight, period!"

If the sight of Danielle wearing a strap-on was shocking, the words were even more so. In the time they had been together she had heard Danielle curse all of three times. The quiet woman was not comfortable with it and Dawn had even forced herself to tone down her own sailor's vocabulary because she knew Danielle was embarrassed by it. This was also the first time she had ever heard the redhead raise her voice. Danielle was soft-spoken and hated loud noises. The tone was what got to her though; it was strong, confident, and commanding. Danielle had never used such a tone with her before and Dawn had come to believe she was incapable of doing so.

To be continued