Anonymous2: @Anonymous: I'll try to think of something, but right now we have to move and my dumbass father refuses to commit to anything. So until then, you're gonna have to wait.
Conman956: Frieda pulled back the shower curtain, and nearly lost all of her self control then and there. Gina was standing before her, her beautiful naked body soaking wet, water running down in between her cleavage, between her luscious butt cheeks, and even down to her...
'Stop it Frieda! Focus!' the German cursed herself and stepped into the shower behind Gina.
“Thank you. I know I'll sleep a lot better if I'm nice and clean! I didn't sleep well on the ship at all!” Gina said as Frieda grabbed a scrubbing brush. Gina turned her back to Frieda, who marveled at how beautiful even the Italian's back was. Such smooth soft skin, just begging to be touched...
Frieda cleared her throat, and with soap at the ready, ran her hands over Gina's back, getting it evenly coated with the suds. Her skin was even softer than Frieda had imagined! The German bit her lip, confident that if she hadn't been standing in the shower, her legs would have been soaked by now anyway. Her imagination pulled her deeper into her mind, and without realizing it, her hands began to wander around Gina's body a little more.
Up and over her shoulders, down to her sides, and it wasn't until Frieda realized that she was touching something so extraordinarily soft that she could barely feel it that her hands had wandered.
“Umm... Frieda?” Gina asked quietly. Frieda snapped to attention.
“Hmm... oh. Oh, sorry! I vas distracted!” she quickly said, returning her hands to Gina's back. Gina ran a hand through her black silky hair.
“Oh, it's okay. It felt nice. I've been a little stiff, and it almost felt like you were giving me a massage. I don't want to trouble you though.” she said. Frieda's face reddened.
“V-Vere are you stiff?” she asked. Gina ran her hands over her plump booty, and around her waist.
“It's my waist and bottom, mostly. All that sitting on the ship has made it sore. I don't want to be awkward and ask you to massage it.” she said.
“Eet's no trouble!” Frieda blurted.
“Oh. O-okay, if you're sure. Let us dry off, and then we can go back into the other room. It's more comfortable there.” Gina said. Frieda stepped out of the shower and dried herself, practically bouncing with eagerness. Once she was finished, she went into the main room, and waited for Gina to finish.
Once Gina came out, she was still wearing nothing. Frieda told herself it was probably so the massage would be deeper.
Gina lay on her stomach, her breasts spreading out underneath her. Her ass rose into the air, and Frieda gently placed her hands on it, once again marveling at its softness.
“So, bottom and waist?” Frieda asked.
“Yes please. And don't be afraid to apply some pressure. I could use some pleasure.” Gina said, laying her head on a pillow. Frieda began to knead the Italian's ass, and it squished like the softest pillow. She ran her hands all over Gina's ass and waist, causing the Italian to moan and groan as her muscles relaxed. This went on for a short while, until Frieda finally lost it. She decided to see what would happen should she brush her fingers over Gina's nethers. The moment she did so, Gina let out a sharp gasp, and then a low moan of pleasure.
“Mmm... that. Do that again...” she said quietly. Frieda brushed her fingers over Gina's moistening lips, causing the Italian to clutch her pillow.
“God, I've been horny since I've been on that ship, and it's been eating at me! This feels sooo good! It's too bad there's not a romantic way for it to happen.” Gina said. Frieda paused.
“Eezn't zere?” she asked. Gina raised her head to look at Frieda. Both were blushing heavily.
“A-are you... suggesting what I think you are?” Gina asked. Frieda nodded.
“I haf been horny as vell. Perhaps... ve could help each other.” she said. Gina sat up next to Frieda. She looked nervous.
“W-Well... I've never done it... with a girl before. T-That's not to say I'm not up to it... you have a very beautiful body, after all. I just... don't know how to start.” she said. Frieda took the lead, leaning forwards, and gently brushing her lips against Gina's. From the tender touch alone, both women could feel how delicate and soft the others lips were.
Frieda pulled Gina closer, so that their breasts were pressed together, and their stomach's were against each other. Gina, finally gaining some confidence, put a hand around Frieda to her back, and pulled the German tighter. Their lips pressed into each other harder, the at first soft, delicate kisses turning a little more firm and eager. Frieda wrapped her arms around Gina's waist, just above the protrusion of her bottom, and gripped the Italian tight.
Both women began to elicit tiny moans and squeaks as the kissing became deeper. With both of women's eyes closed, they focused on the feel and sensation of each others lips. They gently nibbled on each other, and began to protrude each others mouths with their tongue's. Naturally, Frieda was the one to make the first more advanced move. She gently prodded Gina's lips with her tongue, and Gina returned the action with her own.
Their lips parted, allowing their tongue's to intertwine as Frieda cupped the back of Gina's head with her hand, pulling the Italian forwards to deepen the kiss more. The wet erotic noises of the make-out session filled the room as both women began to moan deeper with passion.
Ever so slowly, Gina placed one of her hands on Frieda's breast, and Frieda did the same to Gina's. Without breaking the make-out, they explored each others bodies freely. Gina ran her hands along Frieda's back, well toned, with just the right amount of smoothness. Frieda continued to fondle Gina's breasts as the two of the slowly rubbed their bodies together.
Slowly, Frieda began to lean into Gina, causing the both of them to slowly fall back onto the bed, where things could only get more intense...
'Stop it Frieda! Focus!' the German cursed herself and stepped into the shower behind Gina.
“Thank you. I know I'll sleep a lot better if I'm nice and clean! I didn't sleep well on the ship at all!” Gina said as Frieda grabbed a scrubbing brush. Gina turned her back to Frieda, who marveled at how beautiful even the Italian's back was. Such smooth soft skin, just begging to be touched...
Frieda cleared her throat, and with soap at the ready, ran her hands over Gina's back, getting it evenly coated with the suds. Her skin was even softer than Frieda had imagined! The German bit her lip, confident that if she hadn't been standing in the shower, her legs would have been soaked by now anyway. Her imagination pulled her deeper into her mind, and without realizing it, her hands began to wander around Gina's body a little more.
Up and over her shoulders, down to her sides, and it wasn't until Frieda realized that she was touching something so extraordinarily soft that she could barely feel it that her hands had wandered.
“Umm... Frieda?” Gina asked quietly. Frieda snapped to attention.
“Hmm... oh. Oh, sorry! I vas distracted!” she quickly said, returning her hands to Gina's back. Gina ran a hand through her black silky hair.
“Oh, it's okay. It felt nice. I've been a little stiff, and it almost felt like you were giving me a massage. I don't want to trouble you though.” she said. Frieda's face reddened.
“V-Vere are you stiff?” she asked. Gina ran her hands over her plump booty, and around her waist.
“It's my waist and bottom, mostly. All that sitting on the ship has made it sore. I don't want to be awkward and ask you to massage it.” she said.
“Eet's no trouble!” Frieda blurted.
“Oh. O-okay, if you're sure. Let us dry off, and then we can go back into the other room. It's more comfortable there.” Gina said. Frieda stepped out of the shower and dried herself, practically bouncing with eagerness. Once she was finished, she went into the main room, and waited for Gina to finish.
Once Gina came out, she was still wearing nothing. Frieda told herself it was probably so the massage would be deeper.
Gina lay on her stomach, her breasts spreading out underneath her. Her ass rose into the air, and Frieda gently placed her hands on it, once again marveling at its softness.
“So, bottom and waist?” Frieda asked.
“Yes please. And don't be afraid to apply some pressure. I could use some pleasure.” Gina said, laying her head on a pillow. Frieda began to knead the Italian's ass, and it squished like the softest pillow. She ran her hands all over Gina's ass and waist, causing the Italian to moan and groan as her muscles relaxed. This went on for a short while, until Frieda finally lost it. She decided to see what would happen should she brush her fingers over Gina's nethers. The moment she did so, Gina let out a sharp gasp, and then a low moan of pleasure.
“Mmm... that. Do that again...” she said quietly. Frieda brushed her fingers over Gina's moistening lips, causing the Italian to clutch her pillow.
“God, I've been horny since I've been on that ship, and it's been eating at me! This feels sooo good! It's too bad there's not a romantic way for it to happen.” Gina said. Frieda paused.
“Eezn't zere?” she asked. Gina raised her head to look at Frieda. Both were blushing heavily.
“A-are you... suggesting what I think you are?” Gina asked. Frieda nodded.
“I haf been horny as vell. Perhaps... ve could help each other.” she said. Gina sat up next to Frieda. She looked nervous.
“W-Well... I've never done it... with a girl before. T-That's not to say I'm not up to it... you have a very beautiful body, after all. I just... don't know how to start.” she said. Frieda took the lead, leaning forwards, and gently brushing her lips against Gina's. From the tender touch alone, both women could feel how delicate and soft the others lips were.
Frieda pulled Gina closer, so that their breasts were pressed together, and their stomach's were against each other. Gina, finally gaining some confidence, put a hand around Frieda to her back, and pulled the German tighter. Their lips pressed into each other harder, the at first soft, delicate kisses turning a little more firm and eager. Frieda wrapped her arms around Gina's waist, just above the protrusion of her bottom, and gripped the Italian tight.
Both women began to elicit tiny moans and squeaks as the kissing became deeper. With both of women's eyes closed, they focused on the feel and sensation of each others lips. They gently nibbled on each other, and began to protrude each others mouths with their tongue's. Naturally, Frieda was the one to make the first more advanced move. She gently prodded Gina's lips with her tongue, and Gina returned the action with her own.
Their lips parted, allowing their tongue's to intertwine as Frieda cupped the back of Gina's head with her hand, pulling the Italian forwards to deepen the kiss more. The wet erotic noises of the make-out session filled the room as both women began to moan deeper with passion.
Ever so slowly, Gina placed one of her hands on Frieda's breast, and Frieda did the same to Gina's. Without breaking the make-out, they explored each others bodies freely. Gina ran her hands along Frieda's back, well toned, with just the right amount of smoothness. Frieda continued to fondle Gina's breasts as the two of the slowly rubbed their bodies together.
Slowly, Frieda began to lean into Gina, causing the both of them to slowly fall back onto the bed, where things could only get more intense...
(end of part 2)