LASHES & LIPS 1 - Extract

 

Deena took in a deep, deep breath as the egg was slipped up inside her, her own juices being used as the most effective lubrication. The hum, the vibration and the buzz were there straight away. She sucked in that breath and held it. Akira stroked the hip of the girl with her free hand and inwardly she smiled as Deena went into a semi squat. As though she was welcoming that egg into herself. And then she held onto the arm of Akira as she tried to absorb the sensations that the egg was giving her deep inside. She squeezed the leather-sheathed arm as though she was asking for her help to get through this. Akira smiled. Those were the same or similar sensations that Deena had had to deal with throughout her life and yet somehow they were deeper sensations. Ones with more intensity. Ones that had several levels to them. Those sensations radiating to the entirety of her wet sexuality.

Already she was learning that her sexuality was more complex and more absorbent than she had thought all this time. "It's ok sweetheart, take a deep breath. Just 'breath' what you feel. And squeeze. Squeeze on the egg inside you. Squeeze it tight and keep it squeezed so that the pleasure is there with you all the time." Akira had placed the egg inside Deena and she was withdrawing her fingers. Feeling the sex flesh shrink closed at the tip of her fingers. Those fingers saturated and dripping with Deena's juices. She stroked the sex lips and then she found the tops of Deena's stocking and she wiped her fingers. That was a subtle way of humiliating the girl, wiping her own produce over that stocking top. Deena would have felt the humiliation but she wouldn't have understood it. She had for a long time allowed her stocking tops to soak up her juices. It was what she did. In a way she was using those elasticated stocking tops to do her dirty work, and that was her own dirty little secret, but this was different. This was another woman, an experienced woman involved whereas there was no one before except herself. And what Akira was doing was very gently beginning a process of humiliation. "Go back to mum and dad Deena, and remember to squeeze on that egg inside you. I will be watching."

"You've been gone for ages darling, are you ok? Don't tell me you've had too much wine?" All the way out of the ladies rest room, Akira's fingers had been there at the base of Deena's spine, as though she was guiding her. As though she was just letting her know that she was still there and she would still be with her. Deena's legs had been wobbly. More than wobbly. She had had to learn a whole new way of adjusting herself. Of moving on those heels at the same time as squeezing her inner, wet through sexuality around the smoothness of that egg inside her. All the time that egg humming away. Akira had moved in kissed the girl's cheek as they separated. That was a calculated move on the part of the leather clad Arabic woman. Just outside the entrance door to the rest rooms section of the restaurant and a clear view of mum and dad. "And who was that woman? She kissed you on the cheek. Do you know her or something? Dad may have missed that but mum hadn't. Deena would never know how she had made it back to the table. Thank the lord that she had had the two and a bit large glasses of wine. She could put a lot down to that wine. But the truth be known it was that egg inside her humming away, and sending reverberations throughout her femininity that made her a little unsteady on her feet.

Under her little black dress, her tummy was rolling and tightening. And that was affecting how she was moving. How she was walking. She was taking longer strides in a sub conscious effort to correct herself. Those longer strides were forcing her hips to sway more provocatively from side to side. That egg inside her was making her move like some kind of slut. Some kind of filthy slut. But she didn't not want it to be inside her. She wanted it there for the sensations that she was feeling. Those sensations that were washing right through her. And she had become more than aware that the feelings inside her had reached her breasts, her nipples because they had erected and thickened and elongated under the dress. The poke through of the dress was clear to see. It made Deena self-aware, self-conscious but again she didn't want to lose that sensation that she was feeling.

"You know I like to look perfect. You know how long it takes me to do my makeup and then maintain it. Perfection doesn't come quickly you know." Deena was 'acting' again. She could do that. It was a natural talent that she had. Even if she was a little more drawn in her face now. The encounter in the rest room had got to her. It had invaded that part of her head and that part of her femininity that was usually only occupied by her and her thoughts. And now she couldn't get that woman out of her mind. She could still taste Akira in her mouth from the kiss. And that wasn't an unpleasant taste. It wasn't a taste that she didn't not want to be there anymore. Inside her nasal tract, she could still smell the leather as well, and the expensive perfume. That woman had really done something, done a number on Deena. And as Deena sat she squeezed tightly on the egg inside her. And as she did that she sucked in a deep breath and then blew it out.

Dad saw that deep breath. But more than that he saw Deena's nipples poking through the dress that his one and only was wearing and his eyes were fixed. He could have been being some kind of pervert. But that wasn't it at all. He was simply seeing what he wasn't expecting to see and then he couldn't take his eyes off the swell of the breasts but in particular the hugeness of that poke through of the thick, elongated and erect nipples. Mum didn't see that. She was much more interested in what Deena had to say. "But what about the woman? The woman that kissed your cheek? The one we spotted coming in earlier? You didn't say you knew her?" Deena had lowered herself and she was catching her breath again. She had almost spilled into orgasm with that squeeze and she hadn't known how to handle that. She was in public and with her mum and dad and she had almost orgasmed like she had never before. She was convinced that if she hadn't sat down when she did, if she hadn't sat down and snuffed that orgasm out that the juices would have been flowing from her and dripping down her legs into the stockings all over again.