Natural Order Excerpt #2

Upon learning a young boy’s wish to earn enough money to go on a class trip to New York, Elizabeth visits the local Farmers Market and find far more there then what she’d bargained for.
 

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Isha noticed the trembling of the woman’s shoulder as she drew near. It had been pure curiosity as she blew gently on Elizabeth’s exposed flesh. Isha watched the soft hairs stand at instant attention, a sea of goose bumps covering the area. Interesting.

Being a good six inches taller then Elizabeth, Isha was easily able to wrap her long arm around her and look down from above. Isha hesitated for a moment, the soft curves of the flesh that escaped from the tight tank top, warm and inviting, caught her eyes. Isha felt a heat grow in her chest and slowly travel down her body.

She pushed aside the small medicine pouch and the silver cross that dangled from Elizabeth’s neck. Isha laid the cloth against the tankini top, and there was regret as she hid those lovely breasts beneath the silk. Isha’s hand brushed across the soft hills of dark flesh and the urge to slip it down to explore them more fully was palpable. Elizabeth trembled at the touch and Isha licked her lips, her mouth upturned in a playful grin.

She brought the other end of the cloth toward Elizabeth slowly and watched as the smaller woman shook with what Isha could only assume was either fear or anticipation. Momentary concern crossed her mind, afraid the woman was scared rather then aroused. Isha’s hand steadily rose and fell as it rested on Elizabeth’s chest. There was an increase in the speed of Elizabeth’s heartbeat, but it did not race.

The mischievousness returned with this knowledge. Isha moved even closer, her left hand held the cloth in place while the other moved in to cover it. She slipped her fingers under both pieces. Elizabeth jumped, a quiet gasp escaping her full lips. Isha leaned her face in close and whispered in Elizabeth’s ear. “I can tie it now, or simply tuck it in. Whatever your preference.”

Elizabeth’s back rested against her chest and Isha closed her eyes. She took a breath to try to calm her own sprinting heartbeat. The caramel voice she had dreamed about since their meeting in the park now whispered a breathy response. “Whatever will stay put best.”

As Isha’s hand dipped beneath the spandex top, she felt the pressure of Elizabeth’s body against her own increase. Isha wanted to touch the warm skin there, to tease and caress the dark nipples she knew lay underneath. Elizabeth’s breasts were full with the beginnings of the life she nurtured in her womb and the thought of it made Isha want her even more. The sacredness of life had always been something close to Isha, but it was her own secret pleasure at how the full, rounded body of a woman ripe with life sparked her passion.

She wanted to touch that ripening body, the drive to do so sent her blood pumping hard and fast. She felt her cheek brush Elizabeth’s and the woman’s whole body vibrated in response. “Didn’t you say you wanted to try the sarong as a skirt? There is a wonderful fishtail style I think would be very flattering on you.”

Elizabeth let out a shuddering breath and nodded. Isha slowly pulled the tucked in cloth from within its warm nest as her other hand rested around Elizabeth’s waist. Elizabeth didn’t pull away. In fact, her back simply pressed harder into Isha’s pelvis.

Isha stifled a moan of pleasure. She pulled the cloth away. For an instant she wondered how far she dare let this continue hidden there behind the curtain in the crowded market. With her young son outside she would have to be modest to a degree. On the other hand, there was nothing wrong with starting a fire that she might be able to cook with later just by blowing on the embers.
 

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