Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... more comfortable.

Fatima got out of her nondescript clothes and jumped in the shower, where she always did some of her best thinking. She decided to wear her recently acquired white silk cover-up, with gold and silver floral patterns and kimono-style sleeves. Under it, she would wear her sexiest bra and panty set - a metallic fake leather halter bra with matching tie-string panties. If that didn't get the blonde's juices flowing, Fatima thought, then nothing would.

She put her glass strap-on and a couple of other bits and pieces in her clutch bag, slipped into a pair of low-heeled white sandals and, dismissing the idea of wearing a coat or jacket (the idea of being caught in the corridor wearing her bedroom outfit turned her on no end), made her way the short distance to Hermione's room. A single knock on the door was all that would be needed to get the older woman running, she knew.

As it turned out, she was wrong. She ended up waiting in the corridor for nearly a minute, listening out for the sound of the lift doors opening, in case she had to make a dash for her room. It wouldn't do for any of the douchebags who had been trying their best lines on her to find her in such a compromising position in such exotic clothing. Finally, after several rings of the doorbell, the door opened and Fatima could understand the reason for the hiatus. Hermione had been in the middle of changing. She had got as far as taking her sweater off; a black bra drew Fatima's attention to ...

... the hefty payload which it carried.

'I'm terribly sorry; I was in the bathroom and the water was running. I hope you haven't been waiting long.'

'Just long enough for a liftload of delegates to check me out as they headed for the room they'd chosen for their drunken evening of male bonding,' Fatima replied with a laugh.

'Oh my god!' said Hermione. 'You're joking, aren't you?'

'Sure. Otherwise I'd have invited the good-looking ones in.'

'Well, then, come on in and make yourself at home. I'll be with you in a moment.'

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Hermione turned to go back to the bathroom, but Fatima was too quick for her, taking her by the arm and spinning her round. In one easy movement, she had whipped off the bra and before the older woman knew what had hit her, had latched onto one of her fat nipples.

'God!' the woman sighed. 'You don't mess about, do you?'

Being of the firm opinion that actions speak louder than words, Fatima sucked on the chewy nub, even as her spare hand moved to the other boob and began to tweak the chunky nipple. The thought of those two kids suckling at these teats made her even hornier. She rolled the cylinder around in her mouth. It reminded her of a tiny drum - the kind a toy soldier on top of a Christmas cake might be playing. She decided to take the drum off the soldier and play with it herself.

Whatever tune Fatima might have been playing, the mother-of-two was clearly enjoying it. 'Oh, fuck, yes!' was her verdict, the exclamation puncturing ...