by Aurora Gory Alice

Created on: August 15, 2010

Velaska knew she was smitten from the first moment their slippery bodies tangled. There in the middle of the olive oil-filled pool she became intimately acquainted with Doreen in front of hundreds of raucous onlookers.

Actually, she felt the connection even before things got messy. There was the unexpectedly powerful tackle Doreen took Velaska down with.  The rockabilly queen planted her shoulder square in Velaska’s stomach, wrapped her arms around Velaska’s legs, and pulled them right out from underneath her. She fell hard, in more ways than one.

But the truth is, Velaska had fallen before the tackle. It was lube at first sight. Doreen looked like pinup porn as she stripped for competition. Her black hair flowed over creamy, white shoulders and her short bangs revealed strong, sharp eyebrows that always made her look a little devious, but even more so as she straddled the pool and beckoned for Velaska.

Doreen was a modern version of a classic ideal. She was curvy where she ought to be and harder in between. Although Velaska could tell this upon looking, it was confirmed emphatically upon touch. The sight of their tattooed skin intermingling was dizzying.  Breasts sliding across backs, hands over hips, thighs on thighs. All this contact could be mistaken for overzealous competition.  But not the eye contact. Other then when one or the other of them assumed a back mount, the eye contact was unbroken.

At this particular moment, Doreen had assumed the back mount on Velaska.  Velaska could feel Doreen's weight on top of her and her hands under her hip bones gripping them like handles. Her breath was hot on Velaska's neck.

"Roll over," Doreen whispered with her lips on Velaska's ear. 

Lifting her body, Doreen gave Velaska just enough space to do as she was told. The oil made it easy to flip while staying confined in the cage of Doreen's arms.  Velaska lifted up just enough to ensure that every inch of her torso would match up with the same inch of Doreen's. Doreen reached down, grabbed Velaska's hands, and quickly pinned her arms overhead. Lowering her knee down between Velaska's legs, Doreen reestablished eye contact, arched a comic book eyebrow and lowered her cherry lips lightly onto Velaska's.  With her mouth still on Velaska's Doreen made her next request.

"Pin me.  Please."

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