by
Smokey0282
_____Darcy drove like a mad woman up Biscayne Blvd. She was late for her appointment with the real estate agent in Coconut Grove. She was in the market for a hot property and the market was wide open here in South Florida. A friend recommended this agent to her. She said this woman was the best in the area and judging by the picture on the business card her friend had given her, she was also one of the finest.
_____ Darcy slowed her convertible, scanning the houses for the address the agent's assistant had given her on the phone this morning. Finding it, she pulled in behind a candy-apple red BMW with it's top down. Nice, Darcy thought. Not only is she fine, she's successful, too. Her all-time favorite kinda woman. As she exited her vehicle, the door to the Spanish style house opened. Her agent, Deidre, strode up to meet her, hand extended. Darcy stammered her apologies for her tardiness, taking the woman's hand firmly in her own and holding it just a second longer than was needed. The picture on the card does not do her justice, Darcy thought to herself. Darcy searched the woman's eyes for something that would make her gaydar go off. Not that that guaranteed anything. Some of her hottest conquests were straight women who did not have a clue. Or maybe they just pretended not to have a clue so as to absolve themselves of the guilt afterwards. Darcy believed that was probably closer to the truth with most of them.
_____ Deidre was no stranger to women coming on to her. In fact, she was flattered by it at times. She'd had a few dalliances with women over the years but none of them held her interest long enough to keep her on that side of the fence. The way she saw it, if engaging in some harmless flirtation with a woman will close the deal, what could it hurt? It was all a part of doing business in her eyes and everyone goes away happy. That's what helped bring her where she is today: her ability to play the game and win. And if nothing else, Deidre loved to win.
_____ This woman seemed to be of some interest to her. The Jil Sander suit is a nice touch, too, Deidre thought. Most people arrived at a house showing dressed like they'd just finished plowing the back forty instead of dressed to transact business. She knew Miami was as casual in dress as it was in attitude so the effort was always appreciated. With any luck, the rest of her will stand up to the image she's projecting, Deidre hoped.
_____"So Darcy. You mind if I call you that? You ready to begin? This is a great piece of property and I can hardly wait to show it to you. Shall we get to it or do you have any questions for me first?" Deidre asked.
_____"No questions yet. You know, this is the nicest one I've seen so far. I haven't been looking long though. So, what are you going to show me first?" Darcy said as she strolled the perimeter of the large sunken living area. She hoped her initial try at flirtation wouldn't be lost on this woman. She walked over and knelt next to the fireplace.
_____"Is this wood burning or one of those gas ones?" Darcy asked the agent.
_____"Actually, it's one of the newer electronically controlled models. More energy efficient and cleaner. Let me show you how it starts', Deidre offered. She sauntered over to where Darcy knelt, her silk hosiery encased calf brushing against Darcy's arm. She lifted a panel and Darcy heard the click of a switch and a whoosh before the fireplace roared to life almost instantly. Darcy eyed Deidre's calves, letting her gaze travel upward to the rounded hips, the flat stomach, and full breasts before locking eyes with Deidre. "Nice. Very, very nice. Where to next? I can't wait to see the rest...of the place, that is." Darcy said, grinning as she stood to face the agent. She was so close to Deidre she could smell cinnamon and coffee on her breath. Darcy wondered if the physical contact was accidental or part of the agent's plan to sell this joint. Not that it mattered. She could enjoy a piece of ass no matter how it came to her.
_____ Deidre was surprised by her response to the nearness of this woman. She thought she'd be the one with the upper hand but she was the one who's cool had been lost. She could feel her cheeks flush and couldn't meet Darcy's eyes as she tried to gather her thoughts. She felt like a hothouse flower wilting under the gaze of the sun. She willed herself to get her shit together before continuing.
_____"Um, if you follow me... the kitchen is right this way" Deidre faltered, her Prada pumps clicking loudly on the marble floor as she led the way. She could feel Darcy's eyes burning on her linen sheathed ass as she walked.
_____"The kitchen was recently remodeled and all the fixtures are new, in case you're wondering" Deidre said as she tried to regain her composure.
_____ She went from one appliance to the next, opening and closing cabinets for Darcy's inspection, trying hard to avoid looking into Darcy's catlike gaze. Darcy followed her closely. Almost too closely, Deidre thought to herself. Darcy's Issey Miyake perfume was starting to affect her. Wherever she turned in the kitchen, Darcy was right behind her, wearing the same sexy grin on her lips as before. "So, what do you think of the kitchen? The owners invested a lot of mo..." Deidre uttered before Darcy silenced with a kiss.
_____ Darcy pressed Deidre against the floor-to- ceiling stainless refrigerator, trapping her, as she ran a hand over either of her taut thighs and under her hemline. She kissed her slowly, licking the corners of her mouth with her hot snaking tongue. She waited for the resistance she was sure would follow such a brash move on her part but none came.
_____ Neither of them was more surprised at Deidre's reaction than Deidre herself. Darcy's hands were like solid fire on her skin: wherever she touched left what felt like a burn on Deidre's flesh. She heard herself moan as Darcy slipped to her knees in front of her, undoing Deidre's clothing as she went. Darcy grasped Deidre's ankles and urged her legs apart. She then traced an imaginary line up the backs of each of her calves until she reached the tops of her stockings, stopping just short of the creases underneath her ass cheeks. Darcy loved women who shunned pantyhose in favor of stockings and garters. She felt they lent an air of decadence to any outfit, more so than those pedestrian hose favored by so many working women. Darcy then hooked her thumbs under the elastic of Deidre's silk panties, pulling at them. She inhaled deeply the musky sweet fragrance that was Deidre's scent, her mouth watering.
_____"Wait, Darcy. We can't do this. I don't do this sort of thing", Deidre said as she readjusted her clothing. Darcy stood and placed a hand on either side of Deidre, effectively trapping her against the cold metal of the refrigerator. She didn't speak, only listened as Deidre went on about how she doesn't do this sort of thing...yada, yada, yada. It sure didn't appear to Darcy that she didn't partake of a little quick trade, what with the way she was responding just a minute ago.
_____"I mean, really Darcy! I don't know what kind of women you're used to dealing with but I'm a respected businesswo..."she seethed before being cut off again by another of Darcy's probing kisses. This time Darcy was more forceful in her pursuit. She grabbed a handful of Deidre's shoulder length hair in her fist and tugged her head back, exposing her jugular to Darcy's mouth. She licked from Deidre's collarbone to behind her ear, inhaling her perfume. She lingered over the spot where she could feel Deidre's pulse beating on her tongue. She nibbled and licked, working Deidre into a frenzy before biting her neck hard, causing Deidre to jerk and moan. Darcy pressed a muscular thigh between Deidre's legs, raising the hem of her skirt to just below Deidre's crotch. Darcy ground into Deidre, amazed that she could feel the heat of Deidre's pussy through her slacks. Deidre grabbed Darcy's ass cheeks, increasing the area of contact between them. She searched out Darcy's mouth. Finding it, she sucked Darcy's bottom lip between her teeth, gently nipping it. Darcy moaned and pressed harder into her, increasing the friction on Deidre's mound.
_____ Darcy slid a hand into Deidre's blouse. She cupped Deidre's heaving breast in her palm, squeezing it firmly before tweaking her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Deidre gasped, shutting her eyes tightly as Darcy continued her assault of Deidre's nipple.
_____Her voice raspy and thick with desire, Deidre finally spoke: "Wait. Let's move somewhere else. I don't trust my legs to hold me. That is, if you plan on fucking me here. Come with me." Darcy slowly removed her hand from Deidre's blouse, giving her nipple a quick tug. She took a step back and motioned gallantly for Deidre to lead the way.
_____ Deidre fumbled in her suit pocket for the keys to the patio. She'd only shown the house a few times but she remembered enough about the layout to have a preference in rooms. Besides, it was a beautiful day out. Finding them, she was surprised to find that her hands quivered as she tried to insert the key. Darcy reached around her waist, covered her quaking hand with her own, steadying it enough to unlock the door. Deidre could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and that familiar stealthy moisture beginning to seep between the folds of her pussy. No one had ever had such a profound effect on her bearing as this woman seemed to.
_____ Deidre opened the door to the patio and stepped aside to allow Darcy to go first. She followed Darcy into the sumptuous surroundings of the well-manicured backyard. Calling it a backyard hardly did this enclosure justice as the landscaping brought to Darcy's mind what Eden must have surely looked like. The expertly manicured grounds contained various varieties of flora and foliage, many Darcy had never seen before. The owner didn't forget the creature comforts either: there were assorted arrangements of seating scattered about, a chimera, and also a large covered hammock.
_____"So, what do you think? Personally, I think this is the best part of this property," Deidre said.
_____"This really is fabulous. I would be loathe to sell this place if I were the owner." Darcy answered. Not forgetting their true reason for being out here in the first place, Darcy grasped Deidre's hand and pulled her to her.
_____"You sure we won't get caught out here?" Darcy murmured as she planted wet kisses along Deidre's neck.
_____"Not likely but, that's part of the thrill, don't you think?" Deidre flirted back, winking, before returning Darcy's hot kisses.
_____Respected businesswoman my ass, thought Darcy, smiling to herself.
_____ Darcy led Deidre over to the hammock that was set up in a shady corner under a palm tree. The hammock was one of those large covered affairs you find in Brookstone stores, complete with pillows and the requisite mosquito netting. She unbuttoned her own blouse to the waist, revealing her smallish upturned breasts, nipples already hardened. Deidre scraped a lacquered nail over each of Darcy's nibs. When Darcy gasped, she leaned in to flick her hot, pink tongue over them, sucking them gently as if to soothe them after the pain she'd caused. Darcy grabbed a handful of Deidre's hair in each hand, forcing more of her breasts into Deidre's hungry mouth. The harder Deidre sucked, the louder Darcy moaned.
_____ Deidre was surprised at her own brazenness. She'd never had the occasion to be the aggressor in her encounters with other women. She liked the control this new role afforded her already, and they were just getting started. Usually she was the one to be pursued, wooed, and fucked. This should prove interesting, she thought to herself.
_____ Deidre hooked a finger inside Darcy's belt, unfastening it. She deftly unzipped Darcy's trousers, causing the linen to pool around her ankles. Darcy shivered at the sudden contact of the shade- cooled air on her flesh. Stepping out of her slacks, she gathered Deidre in her arms and nuzzled her lean neck. Deidre slid her hands over Darcy's shoulders, removing the last of Darcy's clothing as she went.
_____ Naked, Darcy grinned and slid onto the hammock, leaving Deidre to undress herself.
_____"Ok, Ms. Businesswoman. Your turn. Show me what's under that suit. And do it slowly," Darcy hissed.
_____Darcy directed her this way and that so she might get the optimum thrill from Deidre's little strip show. Deidre lowered her eyes and began to disrobe. Deidre could feel her nether lips flower and moisten in anticipation yet she couldn't shake her unease at being made to undress for this woman's pleasure like some common stripper. Desire won over her deep thinking and Deidre began to unhook the stays of her garter, her last article of clothing. "Leave those, please. Come here," Darcy murmured.
_____ Deidre lay next to Darcy on the hammock, a foreign modesty suddenly overtaking her. Darcy propped herself on her elbow facing Deidre and began caressing her with the lightest of touches. She watched Deidre's reactions in the fading daylight as though she were prey. She felt Deidre shudder and goose flesh appeared in her hand's wake. Nothing beat this kind of power, Darcy thought: the power over another's pleasure. Being able to take someone to a place they may never have been and all with just her hands, her tongue, her fingertips. No matter how many women she made love to, it never ceased to awe her. Sex as a sacrament she remembered someone saying once...
_____ Deidre surrendered to Darcy's skillful maneuvering. Even though the fading light brought cooler temperatures, she still felt somehow scorched by Darcy's touch. The gentle to and fro of the hammock relaxed her. She let a leg dangle over the edge of the hammock, spreading herself for Darcy and whatever came next. So much for being the aggressor, she thought lazily.
_____ Darcy took this complacency on Deidre's part as an invitation. She slid between Deidre's parted thighs, delighting in the feel of Deidre's stockings gliding over her back as she wrapped her taut thighs around Darcy. She alternated kisses between both thighs, kissing then licking, licking then nibbling. She could hear Deidre's deep breathing become more rapid. She brushed a cheek against Deidre's closely shorn mound. Wetness followed by coolness as the early evening air dried Deidre's juices on her cheek. Her scent was heady and arousing and Darcy found she could wait no longer to taste what was being offered to her.
_____ Darcy propped Deidre's thighs over her shoulders. She nuzzled Deidre's hardened clit with her nose before laying the flat of her hot wet tongue directly on her asshole, dragging her tongue slowly upward, parting the outer lips with the tip, until she reached Deidre's nub. She sucked it quickly between her lips, releasing her grip to flutter her tongue all around and over it causing her clit to extend even further.
_____ Deidre yelped at the initial contact of Darcy's mouth on her. Damn, her mouth was hot, she thought. She reached above her head and grabbed the chains securing the hammock to the frame. She closed her eyes. Her thighs tightened with each stab of Darcy's tongue. A light sheen of sweat appeared on her breasts, her belly. Her nipples pointed defiantly skyward were so hard they ached. Darcy reached up with a free hand, massaging each in turn with her palm.
_____"Harder...please Darcy", she murmured. Darcy responded by firmly pinching each nip between her thumb and middle finger, applying just enough pressure to make Deidre gasp and moan. Her ministrations didn't go without reward: Deidre's pussy oozed, covering Darcy's cheeks and chin with its viscous sweetness. Her musky scent grew stronger, battling with the garden's flowers for dominance. Darcy intensified her onslaught. The taste and scent of Deidre was getting to her. She could feel her own wetness seep and pool beneath her on the hammock's coarse fabric.
_____ Deidre's mind raced as her body betrayed all her attempts to be cool. Her hips ground a nasty figure eight against Darcy's working mouth. Darcy struggled to keep up with the tempo Deidre had set. Her bruised lips needed a break. Darcy crawled over Deidre's glistening body. She pressed herself into Deidre, spreading her legs with her thigh. Deidre's pussy was slick and hot as she rode Darcy's thigh towards her release. Deidre dragged her long enameled nails across Darcy's back and down to her ass, causing Darcy to shudder and ride her that much harder. The hammock swayed steadily from their movements, threatening to dump them on the lawn with each thrust.
_____ Darcy entwined both hands in Deidre's damp hair. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. The to and fro of the hammock, the slippery grinding, not to mention the outdoor setting all served to heighten Darcy's arousal. She could feel Deidre's body tighten beneath her. She looked down to find Deidre's face a mask of pain and pleasure mixed, her mouth agape. Deidre grabbed Darcy's round ass in both hands. She set the frenzied pace of their grinding as she raced towards her own climax. She clung to Darcy tightly, embedding her teeth into Darcy's collarbone to muffle her cries as her body was overcome with violent spasms.
_____ Deidre could feel Darcy's ragged breath on her neck as she writhed and undulated beneath her. She sensed Darcy was close as well. Her fingertips grasped Darcy's back firmly, marking her flesh. This was all Darcy needed to end her ride: her body wound tight as a coil before relaxing onto itself. Her moans escaped her throat before she could contain them. Surely the neighbors heard us she thought. She didn't care. She felt liquid and sinuous. They lay entwined for what seemed forever before drifting off.
_____ The hammock swayed gently in the evening breeze. Deidre stirred in Darcy's arms, awakening her. Darcy smiled that sexy grin before finally speaking.
_____"I'll take it."
_____"I knew you would", Deidre replied as she smiled to herself, counting yet another victory.

THE END

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