Cold bed, warm kisses

“Are you cold?”
“Yes, I’m freezing dammit”
“Damn…”
Even though Hazel was swathed in no less than 7 layers of blankets and clothing, the cold in chilly Nepal still managed to penetrate right till she could feel the blood freezing underneath the surface of her skin. Diana fared no better; her incessant shivering made any chance of sleep impossible.
“Come closer Hazel, it will make things warmer for us.”
“But, I’m on the other bed!”
“Come over then! Two bodies are better than one… Well that would be true in this case.”
“No.”
“My beds larger!” Diana swooned in a mock seductive voice
“That is absolutely so lesbian for us to be on the same bed.”
“Who’s watching?”
“Oh well… alright…”
In the frosty darkness, Hazel stumbled and felt her way to her friend’s bed, where she was gladly welcomed by another shivering body. Bodies pressed against bodies and arms wrapped round waists, wringing out the invisible cold from each other’s blood.
“Oh yes, it feels much better like this… Thanks”
“No problem my dear, you’re not the only one feeling warm now. ”

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Unknown to Hazel, Diana desired her more than anything in the world. Often she had watched her with dreamy and lusty eyes, keeping her desires hidden together with those wild and sinful fantasies of hers. But Hazel looked up to Diana only as a role model, someone to look up to, a figure of ladyship and grace she longed to be but couldn’t fulfill.
Diana, on the other hand, only allowed herself to wallow in her feelings of lust and desire, every handshake between them, every sisterly hug, or violent takedown in a martial arts class was just an excuse for her to linger. For her to slowly and methodically revel in the warmth and electric of Hazel’s touch. When she found out about being assigned to the same room as her during the trip, Diana’s desires were stirred even further, but she resisted being so bold as to advance on Hazel. Diana’s nights were plagued with dreams of un-withheld and often rough physical acts of love. All the grinding, kissing and licking that went on inside her head during sleep was often so arousing that she awoke with a damp patch on her panties, and most of the time she was forced to eagerly but silently stroke her lithe frame, seeking release from the prison of desire she had locked herself into and threw away the key.

………………….

Hazel was faced away, lying in the firm arms of her embrace. Diana took in the slow rhythm of Hazel’s heartbeat as it slowly thumped in her chest. She nuzzled a nose under the crook of her ear and waited for a reaction. A low moan sounded.
“Mmm…”
Stealthily, Diana ran a lower lip up and down the edge of her ear, before opening her mouth to send a stream of warm air round the toned muscles of Hazel’s neck. A series of started moans purred through the silence. Feeling confidence at the evidence of her arousal, Diana decided to take things a little further. She released one hand from around her waist and ran fingers round the tip of her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh… I couldn’t help it, I love you so much Hazel…”
“WHAT? I thought you were straight”
“I don’t know…”
“I’m not letting you touch me like this.”
“But my dear, doesn’t it feel good? I desire so much to give pleasure to you.
“This is wrong”
“No”
“Yes”
“No”
“Yes”
“My love, pleasure is never wrong, nothing that makes you feel good is ever evil or bad.”
“But…I don’t know… I’ve never ever been touched like this…”
“Trust me, it feels good”
“How’d you know?”
“I tried it by myself”
“You what?”
“I masturbated…well not often really…”
“Oh my goodness!”
“Yes…”
“This better warm us up.”
Gentlianaiana stroked her neck, drawing out a series of muttered purrs. She proceeded to slowly fondle Hazel’s ears and face, enjoying the feeling of every bit of skin and ridge of bone as it passed her sensitive fingertips. Hazel turned around, her shoulder blades deliberately pressing against Diana’s bosom, pulling out a gasp of stimulation from her throat. Their lips closed together and opened in a passionate kiss of fiery desire, all the love or lust, which had been kept up in between them, flowed forth from their respective tongues, now curling and pressing, trying to squeeze out every bit of affectionate love from each other. Diana’s hands unfastened her friend’s necklace and dropped it over the edge of the bed onto the soft carpet floor. It roamed and stroked through Hazel’s whispery locks of jet-black hair. In return, Hazel slid her hands under Diana’s shirt and started stroking her waist, making her moan in shock and the kiss was broken.
“Why don’t you just take it off?”
“Gosh this is getting out of hand… but that’s ok! …”
Her firm hands lifted Diana’s shirt high above her head, hands again lingering where her breasts were, taking in the sensation of her soft mounds underneath lingerie. Diana was reveling in the feel of Hazel’s hair stroking round her belly, and the soft holds and caresses which came with the tender kisses. With two hands she cupped Hazel’s face and brought it up in another long kiss.
“Take your tiy loy love, we have the whole night…”
Diana gently tucked a wisp of hair from her Hazel’s fringe behind her ear. Gently she removed her shirt and boldly groped and caressed her sensitive breasts through her bra.
“Ow. Watch IT! Be gentle.”
“Ok, this might help.”
She stealthily unclasped her bra and slid it off her arms. Snuggling her head in between Hazel’s breasts, she mischievously licked the sides and pinched and stroked her left nipple with her fingertips. Removing her head, she closed her lips upon Hazel’s right areola and ran her mouth back and forth across the hardened tip. Her left hand continued it’s work, using her thumb and forefinger to tease and stimulate Hazel’s already bullet-hard nipple. Despite confusion swirling around in her mind at her arousal with the strange yet pleasureable things her friend was doing to her, she loit, it, and proved it with those animal-like growls and moans which came forth from the depths of her throat; occasionally echoing across the bare white walls of the cheap mountain-top resort. Diana was reveling in the touch of Hazel’s voluptuous figure, so full and attractive despite her being shorter.
“Hey Hazel deariez. Please allow me the pleasure of squeezing you butt…”
“WHAT??”
“Aww… come on, I love your ass!”
“I feel like a friggin’ biology experiment.”
Hazel turned and pressed her head into the cool fabric of a cotton-covered pillow. Diana knelt with Hazel’s thighs between hers, delving her hands into her pants and pulling them off, she raised a hand high into the darkness and brought it down onto her butt with a loud smack.
“OW! Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Oh…so sorry, I couldn’t resist myself”
“If this goes on I’m not going to be your plaything”
“Oh no please, you will bring the death of me if that happens.”
Contrary to what she said, Hazel was actually herself like never before. Never had she been worshipped like this. She loved the feeling of control, the feeling of power and dominance, being able to manipulate a person’s actions in anyway she wanted.
She turned over and necked they necked each other thoroughly; the feel of collarbones pressing and kneading each other’s neck muscles was ultimately incredible.
“Wait my love, I’m not done yet. Please turn over for dear Dianain…”in…”
Hazel complied, and felt slightly violated at the removal of the last piece of her underwear. Diana gasped at the sight of her cute round butt. She ran her lips up and down her cheeks, savoring the delicate feel of her tender flesh. She gripped her thighs and turned her over, mesmerizing at the heat she felt radiating from Hazel’s sex. The musk of love filled the air, an evidence of how turned-on she really was.
“Just relax, I’m going to make you really…really good now…”
“Hurry, I can hardly wait.”
Diana decided to tease Hazel and turn her into a rabid begging animal, she placed her head in between her thighs, and Hazel, out of instinct, lifted her legs upon Diana’s shoulders, only to have them pushed away. “No” Diana thought “I will not let her possess me yet.”