Lusting After You (GirlxIntersex)

Chapter 5

Season 1 Episode 5

Kiana POV

The temperature here, in Mayfield felt like 200⁰. Sleep didn't come my way, and I couldn't take it even if I wanted to. Not after Stefano and I agreed to take on that assignment today.

It wasn't so much a decision as it was me convincing her that I was the best applicant for the position.

Nothing could convince me that throwing my naked body concept at her was improper. She wanted a model, and even though I don't have a lovely face, I believe my body is model-worthy.

My waist was 20 inches, snatched and small in every stance. My breasts were perky and pointed like an arrow, and my ass was round and plump. Sure, my height was a disadvantage, but I wasn't posing as an actual model.

Every position I tried in bed seemed like perfection until my sweaty body ruined it.

Frustrated, I tossed the blankets on the ground and sought for my black robe, which was hanging over my office chair. I placed the smooth material over my roasted body and began my descent. I was astonished to discover Stefano sprawled out on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the screen, or so I assumed. A half-finished tiny bottle of whiskey and an empty glass were on the coffee table.

She didn't exactly strike me as the kind who enjoys television and whiskey. It's just art. Eat and rest.

Or perhaps she was evicted from the warmth of her bed.

"Perhaps I could join you."

My voice seemed to shock her, as she leapt up and rubbed both of her eyes. Her shirt bulges up, revealing her toned stomach and the boxer waistband coming out of her pyjama pants.

She gives out a big drawn out yawn, popping each muscle, and then nods her head, putting both her feet on the carpeted floor.

I sat alongside her on the sofa.

"What are you up to?" Her sleepy Italian dialect drove me across the hills of Jericho, and I clamped my legs tight in case I made a sloppy mess.

"It was one of those sleepless, tense nights. Plus, the summer heat isn't helping." My hair is pushed behind my ears. This whole getting rest thing wasn't going as planned.

She took my feet and placed them on her lap after I propped them up. Her fingers began with gentle circles on the top of my right foot.

"You're very tense."

"A lot. Life did not do me justice." My eyes opened just in time to notice her hand caressing my thigh. The robe was pushed off to the side. If it weren't for the bad television lighting, she may have had a full glimpse of my unshaved pussy.

Not that it bothers me. But my eyes widened as I realized I wasn't shaven and she was definitely looking for a full-fledged shave modeler.

"This feels so good." I whimpered as my body slowly let go and my head landed on the sofa head. My next legs dropped onto her lap, giving for a wide spread angle.

I bravely take her fingers in between my warm coved.

"W-what exactly are—"

"I just need all the release I can get." I muttered and began grinding my hips as her fingers flashed across my clit, my body shook, and it seemed like an out-of-body experience. I let out a loud groan when her fingers finally slammed on my clit like a button.

"Will this remain between us if I do this?" My eyes opened as I felt her whiskey breath gently brush across my lips. Her lips pressed lightly across my neck and down to my chest, and she pulled the robe to have greater access. Her gaze falls briefly on my nude body, leaving me a blushing mess.

"You have a lovely body." I can't wait to see how it looks tomorrow."

"Really." I pressed my brow to hers and whispered. I felt so at ease being thus close to her. It was most likely predestined. Did their debate lead to this?

I certainly claimed her lips. On my end, there was nothing to think about, and I felt no sympathy for my mother.

My hands made a point of wrapping around her neck, signaling that there was no way out. As her lips felt like soft lucious clouds, I groaned, on the point of melting in the sofa.

When her long, thick around the breadth fingers plunged in and coiled inside me, I groaned in pain. I clung on closer, my lips nipping into her bottom lips and tugging at them.

"I've never been fingered before." I growled, feeling her strong fingers slam into me. My pussy aching incessantly.

"Ar-are you a virgin?"

"Ah...fuck...yes!" I whimpered as her soft lips pressed against mine.

"Then we really shouldn't." She growled as I tightened my pussy around her fingers involuntarily.

Her lips slipped from mine and brushed against the opening of my ear.

"Fuck!" She spoke in hushed tones. My mouth dropped open as her finger dipped deeper into the water like a fish in the sea. With each thrust, I could feel my juice draining, resulting in a mushy, sticky, slippery sound.

"Fuck!" I gasped, clutching her neck hard as I orgasmed on her fingers. She softly drew back her lovely eyes, which were fixed on me.

"I think you just want to release some pent-up orgasm." She muttered as she gently pecked my cheek. I burst out laughing as her kisses tickled my cheeks.

"Perhaps I can sleep better." My shoulder was relaxed, and my breathing was less labored.

If I had known that getting fingered and released would benefit me, I would have done it years ago.