Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... sometimes almost violently, for hours. Dawn was breaking when we finally fell asleep. I only just remembered in time to set the alarm for a reasonable hour so I could be home at the normal sort of time after an all-nighter.'

'I never saw her again, although we kept in touch for a while. She went off to a university in Scandinavia somewhere. She sent me a note thanking me for helping her deal with her depression. I've still got it somewhere.'

'I want you to make love to me like you made love to her,' said Fatima, removing her finger from Hermione's clitoris. 'Start by undressing me and telling me what you like about my body.'

Hermione slipped the knot on the belt of Fatima's cover-up and couldn't suppress a murmur of surprise as the silver bra and panties were revealed.

'I'm glad I chose this,' Fatima said softly. 'I was pretty sure you loved sluts.'

Rather than answering her, the psychiatrist pushed Fatima's long hair to the side and tugged at the strings that served as straps and then those that served as side wings.

'Wow!' she said with obvious ingenuousness. 'Great boobs!'

She wasted no time removing the obscenely tiny panties in similar manner.

'God!' she gasped. 'What a jewel!'

'Fuck me like you fucked that psycho!' Fatima told the shrink.

'I might turn dangerous if you don't,' she added.

Hermione weighed up her options for a few moments before proceeding. There was so much she wanted to do with this woman, with all her surprises and ...

... contradictions. She even thought of opening the young woman's clutch bag and taking out what she knew was a strap-on from the penis-shape bulge. But no, they could fight over that later.

'Actually,' she thought, 'what I most want to do is to kiss the girl, just like I wanted to kiss her the first time I saw her in the restaurant.'

So they kissed - still standing there beside the bed. Hermione had no cause to regret her decision, as the Pakistani girl was a good kisser. This time, though, when Fatima's hands began to wander, the doctor held them tight and then, freeing one of her own hands, gave her bottom a playful slap.

Fatima was more than happy for the older woman to be taking control. She wanted to be the recipient and beneficiary of all the experience she had picked up over the years. She'd try to be a good girl.

Having released Fatima's hands, Hermione ran her hands over her body almost as if she was checking for lumps.

'You can take the doctor out of the clinic, but you can't take the clinic out of the doctor,' thought Fatima.

She was being a bit dramatic, since the only lumps Hermione really wanted to focus on were her full breasts. No longer kissing her, she stood back a half-step and cupped them for a good ten seconds. She nodded her approval, then moved in to use her tongue on them, making straight for the nipples. She didn't do a lot more than just lick them, as if she were a cat languidly drinking milk from a saucer. The nipples didn't seem to mind ...