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“—where the water is painfully clear and to drown in it is to sense the movement of its colour—”
Alice Oswald from Nobody
Angela sighs. End of a very tedious work week, finally. The click of her high heels echoes in the half-empty underground parking lot as she makes her way to her car. Her tired fingers fishes for the cell in her bag and types out a text to her partner.
Angela:
Just got off work. Gonna pick up the pizza and drive straight to you. Please put the wine in the fridge? See you in 20
She and the former prime minister of Denmark have been living together for about a year and a half now, and have been dating for 2. Angela moved here from London about 3 years ago as an expat to manage the Danish subsidiary of the accounting firm.
Birgitte had left politics for a year when they met in Copenhagen quite comically; Angela drunkenly spilled her guts to another drunken stranger at the bar whom she ended up getting some food at another restaurant with just so they can resume their lively conversation. At some point during the night, Angela stood up to use the washrooms when she stepped back to make way for the server who was bringing out food and accidentally nudged the stranger’s arm, causing her to spill her red wine on the front of her blouse. Ashamed with guilt, Angela then offered to help her clean up her stained shirt in the washroom. “I’m really sorry, Birgitte,” she said as the other dabs at her shirt with a wet paper towel, “you could have mine if you like, I think it’s quite similar to yours.” Angela started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing an expanse of dreamy chest encased in black bra. Then it was wet, hot mouths tangling, and fumbling hands roaming the body pressed against the wall, and the rest was history.
Angela reads the text from her partner as she reaches her car,
Birgitte:
In the bath. Merlot okay?
Angela:
Sure! Can never tell the difference haha
She reaches home and calls for Birgitte before hearing music blaring from the bath. She deposits their food on the dining table and walks toward the sound. Angela finds her soaking in the tub, music filling up the room and flowing out onto their boudoir through the door thrown wide open. She starts undressing from the doorframe whilst watching her lover, eyes closed and head thrown back, exposing the delicious column of her throat. Birgitte’s mouthwatering nipples bobbing ever so gently in and out of the water as her chest heaves with every breath she takes.
Angela kneels beside the tub and dips her hand in the water, breaking the surface tension; the quiet vibration alerting the older woman of her presence. Her kiss reaches Birgitte’s throat before her hand reaches her thigh. “Dear god, you’re fucking beautiful.” Angela whispers against her ear before capturing Birgitte’s smile in a hungry kiss.
Birgitte comes up for air and tugs at her hand, asking her to come in the bath with her. “Join me.”
“What a sight,” Angela smirks. “Scoot over.” And she does, making room for her girlfriend before resting her back against her chest, Angela’s legs on either side of Birgitte’s and her hands creeping up to cup her breasts with a satisfied hum, “I love your tits.”
Birgitte giggles and reaches up for a kiss, moaning with delight when Angela starts playing with her nipples, tweaking and pinching and massaging them with just enough pressure. “Fuck.” She sighs, and Angela moves on to planting kisses at the crook of her neck, one hand trailing down lower and Birgitte feels her legs spread out on their own volition, sizzling with the desire to be fucked and fingered. Her head lolls to the side as Angela starts nipping on her shoulder lightly. “Fuck, baby yes.”
Angela finds her cunt, hot and ready against her fingers. She runs a teasing digit along her labia, and Birgitte’s hips jut out a little, needing to feel more. “Do you want this?” She asks softly against the shell of her ear, to which Birgitte nods enthusiastically, her eyebrows knit in focus, teeth pressing onto her lower lip. Angela presses the finger harder on her clit for a microsecond as she runs through it, the lovely sound of Birgitte’s gasp making Angela smile against her flushed skin. The woman’s fingers are digging into her own thighs and Angela’s hips inches even closer to Birgitte’s behind.
“Stop torturing me.” She whines, hips rolling scantily each time the finger passes through her cunt.
Running a wet warm tongue against the woman’s throat, Angela says softly, “Mmm, but you feel so good just like this, baby.”
One of Birgitte’s hands reaches up to pull Angela’s mouth to hers, kissing her madly, hungrily, a remuneration that her mouth should get what her cunt cannot. Which may have worked like a spell because Angela positioned the tip of her finger against Birgitte’s nub, rubbing tight little circles on it. The stimulation is not enough for the former politician as she grips the other’s thigh tighter, arguing for harder, faster movements on her cunt. “Fingers. Inside. Now.” Birgitte demands in gasps, her blue eyes dark and serious, throwing Angela a damning look that commands to be fingered right off of her. “Fuck me or I’ll do it myself.”
Angela smiles and winks at her, “Yes, ma’am. Turn around.” She lets Birgitte straddle her thighs together, her perfect tits in line with the younger woman’s eager mouth.
“Yes!” She exclaims, head thrown back, as Angela’s mouth starts to work on her breast, and a finger enters her cunt. “More. Please.” She begs and Angela adds another finger, stroking in and out of her slowly, her tongue flicking the underside of her lover’s tit before being released with a pop and working the other one. Angela curls her fingers inside her and Birgitte gasps up, “Faster.”
Angela obeys, thrusting faster and surprisingly adding a third finger whilst using her teeth on the gorgeous round tits, causing Birgitte’s mouth to fall open with loud moans and yeses that reverberate against the walls of the bathroom just as the playlist ends, singing a song only a good fucking can make her sing.
The panting woman holds onto Angela’s shoulder to steady herself and reaches down into her own cunt to rub her clit sideways, tight, and fast, and she comes undone, her throat filling with feral groans as she grabs a fistful of Angela’s hair to press her closer to her chest.
The other woman does not let up as Birgitte blisses out, she continues thrusting her fingers faster, hard blunt teeth playing with her nipples, and Angela’s thumb finds its way once again to Birgitte’s still sensitive clit, making her roll her her hips and her fingernails dig in deeper onto the skin of Angela’s shoulder.
She erupts for a second time, her knees shaking. As they buckle under her, she sat on Angela’s legs, running her cunt along a smooth thigh as her arms are thrown around her lover, kissing her lazily and appreciatively. “Je t’adore.” Birgitte whispers against Angela’s lips, who hums giddily and whispers it back to hers.
“Having dessert before dinner just built my appetite.”