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Deborah isn’t just going to let Ava have this. She’s going to make her work for it. She knows Ava has been staring at her when she thinks she isn’t looking and, truth be told, Deborah has been doing the same. The tension between them is palpable, but neither seems to be able to make the first move, so Deborah decides to force Ava to do it. She WANTS Ava to make the first move. She’ll take care of the rest.
She is wearing a black silk wrap dress, tied at the waist, with a slit up to her thigh, and metallic black stilettos to wear to an event that doesn’t really exist. Her hair is soft and not slicked back for a wig, since she’s not actually going anywhere. After she puts on her diamond drop earrings, she calls for Ava, whose room is conveniently only a few doors down.
“Ava! Come in here and help me with this! AVA!”
“Oh my god what? Are you dying?” Ava says as she runs into Deborah’s bedroom and stops in her tracks when she sees her. “I didn’t know you were going anywhere tonight.”
“I don’t tell you everything. Help me with that necklace. My nails are wet,” Deborah says softly. Ava looks at Deborah’s nails which are not her usual acrylics, but her short, natural nails painted bright red, which is the exact color Ava’s face turns when she sees them.
“Yeah, sure, of course,” Ava says breathlessly, as she turns away and gets the necklace from the vanity.
Deborah takes note of how red Ava is and smiles as the young writer moves to her back to fasten the necklace. She has to stand on her toes and can feel the heat coming off of Deborah’s back and she drops the necklace. “Oh shit. Sorry,” Ava bends down to pick it up, but can’t find it on the floor.
“Ava?” Deborah smiles, knowing that this is driving her crazy.
“I...Deborah, I don’t know where it went!”
“Come here,” demands Deborah.
Ava walks around to her front and sees the necklace nestled perfectly between her breasts.
“Well, are you going to get that? I told you my nails are wet.”
Ava moves her eyes between Deborah’s breasts and her face, not sure what to do.
“Oh, for god’s sake, just get the necklace and try not to let those huge hands of yours drop it again.”
“I know, I know. My ‘positively extra-terrestrial’ hands. Just hold still this time,” Ava says, taking a deep breath and retrieving the necklace.
“I was holding still. Nevermind, I’ll ask Josefina to do it,” Deborah says, faux-flustered.
“Jesus, just give me a second.”
Deborah’s heart is racing now and she can feel Ava’s breath on her neck and it’s hard not to just spin around and kiss her, I mean her hands were just on her breasts, but she stops herself. She still wants Ava to squirm a little more. The red head finally gets the necklace fastened and Deborah turns around to face her. “So, what do you think? Is this dress OK?”
Ava can’t take her eyes off of the pendant resting between Deborah’s breasts, in the spot she just touched, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Hey, eyes up here.” There’s that smirk again. And now Ava’s face and chest are a shade of red that Deborah has never seen before.
“Um, well… where are you going?”
“Why do you need to know where I’m going to tell me how I look in this dress?”
“Well, Deborah, if I knew where you were going… you know what? You’re right. I don’t need to know.” Ava says, head down, not having any idea what to say, and now staring at the long leg being revealed by the slit in the dress when Deborah puts her hands on her hips.
“Fine. Madam Mayor is throwing herself a birthday party,” Deborah says, rolling her eyes. “I need to make an appearance. So, the dress? What do you think? Enough to get Marty’s attention, so I can make him squirm and then turn him down again?” Deborah asks, smiling.
Deborah watches as Ava just stares at her speechless. “Ok. You’re taking too long to answer. Go get me the other one. It’s hanging inside the closet door..”
“No. This dress is… it’s… perfect. You... look beautiful,” Ava stutters, making Deborah raise her eyebrow just slightly, wanting to grab her and kiss that part of her collarbone that sits right above the neckline of that red dress she was wearing that night at the casino. She really does need to take Ava shopping.
“No, I can tell you don’t like it. Go grab the other dress. Quickly.”
“Yeah. OK. Whatever.” Ava goes to the closet and gets the dress, but when she turns around to bring it to Deborah, she sees her eyeing her with a sly smile on her face. Looking straight into Ava’s eyes, Deborah brings her hand up to her hip and unties the outside of the dress, letting it fall to the side. She sees one perfect breast cupped by the sexiest black lace bra with purple satin running through it. She also notices her thigh high black nylons being held up by a matching garter belt, and… nothing else, but a perfectly manicured pussy that Ava can’t stop staring at.
“That’s… uh… I...” Ava stutters as she ogles Deborah’s body and feels the wetness creeping between her legs. She turns her back to Deborah, not knowing what else to do. She can’t believe this is happening. When she turns back around, Deborah brings her hand up to untie the inside of the dress letting it fall to the floor so Ava can see everything. She’s got a great body, even at 69, and she knows it.
“Do you want to bring that dress over here, or are you just going to stand there and leer?” There goes Ava’s face again, matching the color of her dress.
Ava has been waiting for this for so long, but doesn’t know if she’s reading this right or not. Deborah is more stunning than she ever imagined. She brings over the purple dress and stands in front of her, heart pounding in her chest, trying not to stare at her tits. Deborah tilts Ava’s chin up and smiles at her as she softly runs a finger across her bright red cheek.
“You’re beautiful when you blush,” Deborah whispers in Ava’s ear.
That’s it. She doesn’t know if Deborah will murder her or devour her, but she drops the dress and puts one arm around her bare waist, pulling her body into her, feeling the heat of her skin and her breasts pressed against her, and uses the other arm to pull her head down into a kiss, as Deborah takes her face in both her hands. It starts out soft and gentle, but quickly turns into tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. It leaves them both breathless.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
“Oh shit, what about Madam Mayor’s party?” Ava asks, pulling back.
“Oh Honey, there is no party,” Deborah says as she pulls Ava back in and kisses her again. Ava lets out a soft sigh, as Deborah pushes her on the divan at the foot of her bed.
“Did you plan this?” Ava asks breathlessly, smiling as she falls onto the divan.
Deborah climbs on top of her, straddling her hips, with her stilettos pressed against Ava’s ankles, and looks at her like she’s going to swallow her whole.
“So, we’re really… really doing this?”
“Do you have any objections?” asks Deborah hovering over her.
“No, no. Please, carry on.”
Deborah rips the buttons off Ava’s dress, exposing her bra and panties.
“Hey, this is my good dress!”
“Polka dots? Really?” Deborah says, staring at her bra.
“Well, you know, Target doesn’t really stock… that,” Ava says, waving at Deborah.
“Pity,” Deborah whispers as she runs her red painted finger down her chest. Her Target bra is a front hook and Deborah effortlessly flicks it open exposing Ava’s perfect porcelain breasts. She wraps her mouth around one small, pink nipple, gently licking and sucking at the same time, while squeezing the other one. Ava moans as her heart races. Deborah slowly and deliberately moves her hands down Ava’s waist, making her raise her hips, and Deborah slides off her panties in one quick movement. Ava turns her head to the side as a small gasp leaves her mouth.
“This is absolutely nothing like my dream.”
“What dream?” Deborah asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll tell you later. Don’t stop.”
Deborah runs a hand back up her waist when Ava reaches up to pull her bra straps down.
“Not yet,” Deborah says firmly, as she grabs Ava’s wrists and gently pins them over her head against the back of the divan with one hand.
“I think we’re going to need a safe word.”
“Really? Huh. OK, how about ‘monosexist’?” Deborah smugly suggests.
“Nah, you’re right. I’m good. Forget I said that.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel… unsafe.” Deborah says as she kisses Ava’s chest.
“No. No, go ahead. I wholeheartedly consent to whatever this is.”
Deborah runs her free hand down Ava’s chest, lightly scratching her with her nails, until she reaches her pussy, softly rubbing the inside to feel how wet she is. She leans down to kiss Ava’s neck again and slides a finger inside her, feeling her dripping already, and deliberately moves her finger in and out and around her opening while teasing her clit with her thumb, driving Ava crazy. She takes her finger out when she knows Ava is getting close and looks her in the eye. She puts that finger in her mouth, and watches Ava’s face as she sucks her juice off. Ava’s eyes are wide as Deborah plants her mouth on hers, thrusting her tongue in so Ava can taste herself, while she glides her hand back down to the slickness between her legs and slides in two fingers. Ava gasps and raises her hips to lean into Deborah’s fingers.
“Are you ready, Baby?”
Ava’s body says everything that her mouth can’t. Deborah crooks her fingers ever so slightly while Ava moves with them, and just when she senses Ava is ready to come, she thrusts her tongue back in Ava‘s mouth. As soon as she does, Ava comes with a scream and a shudder, pussy clenching and pulsing around Deborah’s fingers.
“Deb… “
“Ssshh,” she says as she kisses Ava’s cheek gently.
After she feels Ava’s heart rate slow a little, she carefully slides her fingers out and lets go of Ava’s wrists. Ava wraps one arm around Deborah and caresses her face with her other hand until she rolls onto her side, spooning her and holding her close. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Ava whispers.
“I never said I didn’t.” Deborah says, sucking Ava’s neck again.
“Jesus, Deborah! Wait… for real?
“I admit to nothing,” she says, running her fingers up and down Ava’s side.
“Well, whoever had you pegged as a power top was right,“ Ava grins. “But you really gotta watch those stilettos.”