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Museum director and carpenter girl 1 by xchick
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She looked back out toward the house.
Bette stood in front of the house, at the door, anxiously waiting. What if shes not home, she thought to herself. What am I going to say? Breathe Bette, breathe, she told herself. I need to tell her that we cant go on and then leave, she continued to give herself a pep talk. She rang the doorbell and now she didnt know what to do with herself. She fidgeted with her handbag. Looked around to see if anyone was around, there was no one. She looked at the door once again and just as she turned to go back to her car, she heard the door open.
With her back to the opening door, Bette closes her eyes in anticipation of turning around to see Candace standing there.
Hey, Candace says in her low soothing tone, causing Bette regain her composure. Youre here to cut all ties, Bette had to remind herself before turning back around.
Bette should have been warned. She wasnt expecting to see what she saw. Bette stood in awe at the sight before her eyes. Candace stood dressed plainly in a pair of jeans and a white tank top but there was something different about her. Bette noticed immediately, it was the first time Bette had seen Candace with her hair out and if she was holding on by a thread, she heard the snap and for the life of her she could not remember the purpose of her visit. Candace looked at Bette quizzically without uttering a single word. Candace attempts to pull her hair back into a ponytail as she waits for Bette to say something.
Dont, Bette finally speaks as she reaches out to prevent Candace from moving her hand.
That touch alone was enough to cause a flutter within Bette. She was in danger and she knew it. The conversation that she had came to have had quickly taken a back seat to the conversation she was already having with Candace in complete silence. There was another flutter in that place that urged to be touched none too gently. Bette wanted the woman standing in front of her and Candace obliged to Bettes unspoken request as she pulled her into the house.
The door was barely closed before they began to kiss passionately against it. Moans echo throughout the empty house as they ravage each other attempting to free each other from the clothing that separates them from each other. Candace pops the buttons of Bettes blouse open while Bette has managed to slip her hand up Candaces tight fitting wife beater. Candaces breathing, heavier with the touch of Bettes hands on her breasts. Breaking the kiss as she manages to pull the wife beater up above her breast without removing it completely. Bette allows her lips to move downward, licking down Candaces neck, down her chest and finally landing at the tip of Candaces nipple. Candaces eyes are closed. Shes taking the sensation of having Bettes lips on her bare breast in. Taking the nipple in her mouth, Bette sucks on the left breast while kneading the right breast. With Candaces hand on her head Bette switches breasts, now licking and sucking on the right breast while playing with the right one. When Candace cant take it anymore and wants to move on to something else she pulls Bette back up and kisses her, then leads her into the bedroom.
They made there way into the bedroom not being able to keep their hands off each other. They kissed as Candace freed Bette from the blouse she had effortlessly unbuttoned just minutes ago, leaving Bette with just a bra on. Before Bette is able to remove the wife beater, Candace directs Bette onto the bed and as Bette slides onto the middle of the bed just watching Candace with a huge smile on her face. Candace is loving it and she too, flashes a smile before discarding her top, nipples completely erect from arousal, not to mention Bettes oral stimulation. It was her turn to return the favor. Candace straddles Bette freeing her of the bra she still had in place and slowly went to work on Bettes breasts as her hand made its way south, unbuttoning, then unzipping, finally slipping it into the warm wetness between Bettes legs. Candace began rubbing against Bettes wetness but before she is able slip a finger in, she is thrown off when Bette flips them over. With Bette now on top, Candace has an intrigued look on her face, its the type of look that cant wait to see where they are heading. Bette smiles mischievously then leans down over Candace and whispers almost into her mouth.
Its my turn, Bette says before planting a quick kiss then standing up to remove her pants.
Not wanting to be the only naked one, she wasted no time getting Candace out of the rest of her clothing but the pace had slowed down just a bit. Bette was now in control and would take advantage of this. Her hand reached for Candaces wet center and with one finger traced every crevice in the surrounding area making Candace squirm with anticipation.
Fuck, Candace managed to say in between moans.
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