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along the outer curves of her breasts. Her thumbs hovered over Margot’s nipples, which were beginning to show through the bulky towel. Margot’s lips fell open, revealing the soft pink interior of her mouth. Jane leaned in and kissed her and felt her lips give, her resistance fall away. She explored the soft lips, so much more pliant than her husband’s. She was honey, melted chocolate. Jane sucked Margot’s tongue into her mouth, wanting more, wanting a taste of her girl cream.
    When Margot’s tongue flicked against hers, Jane trapped her against the locker, a moan escape from deep within her chest. She brought her body up against the voluptuous woman’s, her thumbs seeking their targets. She caressed her hardened nipples through the towel. Margot gasped and arched her back, pressing her breasts into Jane’s hands.
    “Come in here,” Jane whispered, taking her hands and drawing her into a changing stall. Enclosed in the private white cubicle, a blush crept over Margot’s high cheekbones again.
    “I’ve never been with a woman.” Margot shifted from foot to foot, her eyes locked on the floor. Jane’s heart squeezed at the sight of Margot’s discomfiture. She wanted to put her at ease. She wanted to show her the intense emotions two women could experience.
    A flicker of unease ran through her as she thought of her husband’s reaction. Their sex life was amazing and fulfilling. Would he be hurt that she had sought more?
    “I have. Once in college. It was over too fast. I’ll take my time with you, Margot. I want to give you more pleasure than you can imagine.”
    Margot’s hands poised over Jane’s small, pointed breasts. Her nipples clenched into hard jewels. “I’m a quick learner,” she said. “And I like to give as much pleasure as I take.”
    “Go ahead,” Jane almost begged, holding her hot, dark gaze. “Touch me.”
    Instead of cradling her breasts, Margot stroked Jane’s sides, sending shivers of sensation through her. She reeled Jane into her, and Jane cursed the terry cloth barrier. She wanted skin on skin contact, tits grinding, cunt wetting cunt.
    Margot’s slender fingers rippled down her sides to her waist. One curled against her lower spine, drawing her in until their hips bumped. She kissed Jane, open-mouthed and needy.
    Jane angled her head and kissed her passionately, her body singing. This was what she had craved for a year. Pure woman. Pure silk.
    Margot’s hands explored Jane’s bare flesh, feeling down the knobs of her spine to the top of her buttocks, and around to her flat abdomen. Jane threaded her fingers through Margot’s long tresses, lightly scraping her scalp with her fingernails as she devoured her mouth.
    When Margot’s hands found Jane’s aching breasts, they shared a groaning kiss. She teased her nipples until they stood taut and ready—ready to be pinched, twisted, sucked, and rubbed by Margot’s nipples or better yet, her pussy. She ground her hips against Margot’s.
    “Why don’t we remove this towel?” she whispered, catching her earlobe and gently worrying it between her teeth.
    Margot’s chest heaved, her breath coming fast. She nodded, and Jane parted the towel. It fell away, revealing a body more feminine and desirable than Jane imagined. Her nipples were large and brown in the center of the swollen mounds, her waist dipping in harshly below them, then flaring once more in a set of hips that made Jane want to worship them.
    As her eyes traveled over Margot’s body, Margot shifted from foot to foot, watching her.
    “You’re gorgeous.”
    Her eyelids fluttered. “Thank you.”
    She continued her visual exploration, memorizing every detail of this moment to use later when she was alone. Her eyes roamed lower, touching on the dark shadow between her rounded thighs.
    Margot quivered. She covered her intimate spot with a palm. “I feel out of place. Your pussy’s bare,” she said.
    In sharp contrast, Margot’s mound wore thick black curls, wet