SoMS:2 (Jenlisa)

eleven

Lisa

"Im gonna give you two minutes to get out of those clothes while I put this bottle on ice beautiful."

We were back from our V-Day date and finally home for some much needed action. Jen kicked the front door closed with her foot, before pinning me to it and lightly planting kisses down my neck and jaw.

"Well then I'd better hurry because time's ticking."

"Atta girl."

The way she smacked my ass brought a tingle to my core as I rushed upstairs, practically tripping over myself to get to the bedroom. I flung my heels off and ripped the diamanté clip from my hair before I opened our walk in closet with a flourish.

What to wear, what to wear.....

I could hear Jen opening and closing cupboards in the kitchen and I knew it wouldn't be long before she was up here and in between my thighs. I scanned my half of the closet, rummaging through copious amounts of lingerie as I attempted to free myself from my jumpsuit. Why are the buttons on this thing designed to be impossible to open?

I finally selected a tiny baby blue bra and thong set that I remember purchasing a couple years ago for a vacation to Cabo that I never ended up wearing. Jae wouldn't have appreciated it anyway. His loss.

I must have resembled an earthworm the way I was wriggling out of my nightmare of a jumpsuit, but luckily I was able to yank if off and pull on my new underwear. One final glance at myself in the mirror and an idea sprung to mind, just in time too, because I could hear Jen padding back up the stairs.

I jumped onto the bed and attempted a sexy pose, one arm on my hip, the other behind my head, tousling my hair.

"What did I do in a previous life to deserve this?"

I patted the space next to me with a blush. "Stop being so dramatic and get over here." Jen flung her clothes off with a smile so wide, her eyes were little crescent moons.

"I can't believe you finally wore it."

"You like?" I got on my knees and did a little twirl, holding the ends of my frilly skirt.

"I fucking love it."

Yes, the choice to wear the maid outfit was a last minute decision on my part, but if it made Jen this worked up, I was willing to act like the help, any day.

"How can I be of service to you, Mistress?"

Jennie rubbed her hands together with glee when I got on my hands and knees, batting my eyelashes at her with my large doe eyes. Nervous laughter indicated I had her right where I wanted her.

"Jesus Christ Lisa." Warm fingers dug into my waist, leading me over until I was straddling her. "You are incredibly sexy."

"So I've been told."

"And the thing is, when I'm around an incredibly sexy woman like yourself, I just can't help but-"

"Ahhhh, Nini!" She smacked my bare ass underneath the skirt causing a rush of wetness to flood my already damp thong. I traced my tongue over her lips, daring her to do it again.

And so she did. Repetitively, until my butt was scorching red and hot to the touch.

"I'm sorry baby, did I go too far?"

Please, she hadn't gone far enough.

"No, I need more. Take this off me." I lifted my arms so that she could remove the silky black costume, leaving me in the bra and thong. I was so wet that the thong was barely visible, sliding up to settle in between my pussy lips. Jennie kissed my breasts through the bra and my nipples were hard as bullets, begging to be freed from their lacey confines. "Just take the damn thing off me already." I panted, my forehead already prickling with sweat.