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  Tease Me

  By

  Sarah Sanders

  Copyright 2019 by Sujata Garimélla

  All rights reserved.

  Published by O Word

  Romances by Sarah Sanders

  Romantic Novel

  Jump Then Fall

  Romantic Novel

  Bad Blood

  Erotic Romances and Slice of Life Shorts by Sarah Sanders

  Stories where the focus is on delicious sexy times between the leading ladies

  Erotic Romance Novel

  Begin Again

  A Slice of Life Novella

  Tease Me

  A Slice of Life Novella

  Sparks Fly

  A Slice of Life One Act Short

  Basic Instinct

  A Slice of Life One Act Short

  Ignite

  Coming Soon

  Romantic Novel

  Romantic Novel

  A Slice of Life Short

  God is a Woman

  Tease Me

  Taylor undulated. She felt Joy stroking her cunt with gentle determination. Joy was also sucking Taylor’s breast, softly biting her nipple with her lips. Taylor moaned – one hand automatically reaching to hold Joy’s head and the other one slipping over Joy’s shoulder. This is one way to wake up…Taylor thought with pleasure, a moan escaping her.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Joy said looking up at the most gorgeous woman in the world. Morning Taylor was desirable. Morning Turned-On Taylor was off-the-charts sexy. Her big blue eyes darkened with passion; long curly red-blonde hair spread out in unkempt abandon with part of it falling over her brow; breasts heaving just a little; slim curvaceous body undulating sexily. Taylor had full lips, with just a hint of overbite, making them pouty and the most kissable lips in the universe.

  Taylor looked at Joy with a sultry, heavy-lidded gaze. “Wow,” was all she could manage.

  “Time to get up and get ready,” Joy kissed her on her lips and suddenly changed from amorous to business-like.

  “Uh! You’re gonna leave me like this?” Taylor was chagrined, taking in the fact that Joy was already bathed and dressed. Joy was a couple of inches taller than Taylor with wavy dark brown hair which fell a little below her shoulders – right now neatly tied into a French braid. She wore black shorts and a checked shirt tied off at her waist. Though the shorts accentuated her long legs, the shirt hid everything underneath indicating only her lean torso. Clothes that Joy chooses always hide her generous curves which is a sacrilege – she does that deliberately, Taylor thought, good thing that she usually agrees to wear what I ask her to.

  “Snorkelling in the Red Sea, babe…you’ve been looking forward to this part of the trip the most,” Joy smiled. “C’mon…just enough time for a bath and breakfast before our ride is here so that you can burn up the sea in your sexy bikini.” Joy got up from the bed to get their day bag – with their snorkelling equipment, her underwater and regular cameras and a change of clothes for both of them – ready.

  “Joy, come back here and finish what you started,” Taylor was throbbing with arousal.

  “Uh…uh…,” Joy shook her head “…but you’re incredibly cute.”

  Taylor pouted and got off the bed, practically stomping into the bathroom.

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  Taylor was a successful business woman. A few years ago she had started an online high-end fashion store, which had met with moderate success. She then expanded it and created her own designer label making only unique garments of which she produced only a single piece. The exclusivity of owning a unique designer dress made her a hot brand and business boomed. Taylor gained reputation as a hotshot designer and she became a recognised brand name in the world of fashion.

  A year back she had further expanded into creating bespoke couture – particularly evening wear. She had collaborated with designers across the world for this venture. It was her name that drew in clients and the selected designers were honoured to be associated with her. The local designers would visit clients, take measurements, work with them on selecting colours and fabrics and then send their first designs to Taylor who finalised designs from the ones she got or created entirely new ones. The final design was then stitched, shipped and delivered locally. Each bespoke piece sold for high five and six figure prices. Creating almost fifteen hundred such dresses across the world a year already, made this a super-successful business line for Taylor. Her initial fashion store and the unique-only-one-piece garment business line brought in an almost equal or slightly higher revenue.

  It was during her initial expansion into the unique-only-one-piece-in-the-world garment business line that she had met Joy.

  Joy was a photographer. She was considered the best for fashion photography in the world. She had unparalleled talent in creating portrait-like pictures, paying great attention to the whole mood and atmosphere of the photograph, but skilfully drawing focus on whatever her subject was…which in this case was Taylor’s creations.

  Taylor and Joy had felt a snap crackle between them the first time they met…but both were a little uncertain and diffident about acting on it. Things would have remained at status quo but around their third photoshoot, their respective assistants could not take the simmering electricity and banked fires anymore and engineered a team party which somehow ended in a date.

  There was no looking back for them since then.

  Now four years later, they were in blissful couple-hood for almost three-and-a-half years…having moved in together three years back.

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  After ordering breakfast from room service, Joy went to the bathroom to watch Taylor take a shower. This was a favourite bathroom activity of hers…second only to actually being in the shower with Taylor. She just couldn’t get enough of Taylor. A feeling which was completely mutual.

  Joy walked in to see Taylor standing, supporting herself with an outstretched arm against one wall as she thrust hard and fast into herself. Joy grinned and turned off the shower. She removed Taylor’s hand from her cunt and replaced it with her own, cupping it, “Mine.”

  “Yesss…,” Taylor said huskily, “…now get in there…I can’t come without you…and you know it.”

  Their complete sexual uninhibited openness and explicitness with each other was something that most people didn’t have. What they shared was rare and precious. They were completely unabashed about what they wanted, when they wanted it and how they wanted it with the other.

  This was an outcome and testament of their deeper-than-normal closeness and comfort with each other. They were so into each other, so well-attuned to each other, so much in harmony that it was common for friends, acquaintances and even strangers to walk up to them and exclaim a little mistily, “We’ve never seen any two people this close.”

  Not long after they started dating they had discovered that they were both highly sexed with voracious sexual appetite for the other. This intense and high sexual desire that they felt for the other was unexpected for both of them.

  In their late-thirties, in the past both had been firmly in the normal and average levels of sexual desires, wants and needs. However, with each other, their sex drive had simply exploded into a powerful life force by itself. Interestingly, they had opposite and complementary styles and needs – Taylor loved being fucked by Joy and Joy couldn’t get enough of fucking Taylor…in fact, Joy climaxed fucking Taylor.

  “We need to get going,” Joy drew Taylor out of the shower area, holding on to her cunt.

  “C’mon, Joy…” Taylor gave a sexy lick to the shell of Joy’s ear.

  “We don’t have time,” Joy squeezed Taylor, and Taylor let out a small sigh.

  “Just a little b
it…” Taylor cajoled.

  “Five thrusts,” Joy slipped her finger inside Taylor.

  “Fifty,” Taylor counter-offered.

  “Twenty,” Joy teased.

  “Joy! Fuck me now!” Taylor was exasperated.

  Joy stopped her teasing and started fucking Taylor with powerful thrusts. Taylor sighed, went up on her toes and raised her arms over Joy’s shoulders, completely wetting Joy’s clothes, and Joy slipped her arm around Taylor’s waist, both, to support her and draw her closer.

  Already highly aroused, Taylor’s hips began moving, increasing the speed…aaaand there was a knock on the door…room service…just as Joy had planned.

  Joy drew her finger out of Taylor and Taylor groaned in frustration. “Joyyyyyyy…I’m almost there.”

  “Breakfast is here, babe,” Joy smiled. “Time to get going,” she slipped away and went to answer the door.

  Taylor growled in frustration.

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  “I don’t know why you won’t model for me,” Taylor was leaning against the door frame wrapped in a towel and watching Joy change…appreciating her beautifully proportioned body. Joy needed to change after Taylor had got her clothes drenched with the water from her shower.

  “You know why…I am the person behind the camera,” Joy answered their long-standing dialogue, exchanging her checked shirt for a simple grey V-necked t-shirt with cap sleeves. Taylor had been asking Joy to model her designs for the photographs on her webstores for ages.

  “But sweetie, what you do for my clothes, no one else can.”

  “I’m shy, and you know that,” Joy walked over to Taylor and kissed her affectionately on her lips. “But, I don’t know why you refuse to model yourself.” Taylor’s spectacular looks and sensational body practically begged modelling…something she consistently refused to do.

  “It would damage my credibility. From a serious designer and design store, I’d become a vanity outfit,” Taylor moved towards the dining table which held the breakfast that Joy had ordered and started buttering toasts for both of them.

  “And just why won’t let me use your photographs for my other work?” Joy came up behind Taylor and wrapped her arms around her middle.

  In addition to the fashion photography that Joy did professionally, she had started creating art out of her photographs uncovering an unexpected vision and sensitivity. She then expanded into creating mixed media artworks and installations for which she seemed to have boundless and prodigious talent. Her works drew a lot of attention for their creativity and the messages they conveyed and she quickly became a name to reckon with in the world of modern art.

  This was an area that she got into at Taylor’s behest and with her encouragement. Taylor had recognised Joy’s latent talent right after their first session. She had been gently pushing Joy towards exploring this possibility even before they started dating. Joy turned out to be so good that some of her work was now displayed in various important museums that showcased modern art…the latest being the Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain, which had offered a permanent place to one of Joy’s mixed media art installations.

  Being in the Guggenheim was an achievement that Joy hadn’t ever even imagined. Taylor was so thrilled at this that she had gifted Joy this holiday to Egypt…one of the countries that had always been on Joy’s wish list. Taylor had meticulously planned the whole trip with a detailed day-by-day itinerary that made sure that Joy could really indulge in all her latent archaeological leanings and savour every photo-op that they country had to offer.

  “You know, I can work wonders with your photographs…particularly the nudes,” Joy slipped one hand inside the towel to caress Taylor’s breast, wrapping the other around her middle and resting her chin on her shoulder. Joy had a huge collection of Taylor’s nudes…sleeping, just waking up, in the shower, just out of the shower, masturbating, in the throes of an orgasm as Joy made her come…amazing photographs which were only for them.

  “You’d actually share those publicly?” Taylor turned part ways towards Joy offering her an open sandwich that she had put together. Joy was more than a little possessive about Taylor and was less likely to put those photographs on display than Taylor was to ever agreeing to allow her to use them.

  “After Guggenheim, maybe those photographs will put me into the Met,” Joy teased, slipping her hand between Taylor’s thighs and rubbing her cunt.

  Taylor leaned back into Joy, “If you keep doing that, you can have me agree to anything that you want,” she sighed, her body immediately responding to Joy – as always.

  Joy laughed and removed her hand, took the open sandwich from Taylor and moved around the table. Taylor looked at her disbelievingly…”Did you just withdraw…again!?”

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  “You’re sensational,” Joy gave Taylor a hot look devouring her with her eyes. Taylor was wearing a tight little white miniskirt and a hot red crop top which left one shoulder bare. She’d left her hair loose and accentuated her gorgeous lips with bright red lipstick. She wore simple flip flops with thin toe thongs of sparkly gold.

  Taylor felt her stomach tightening in response to Joy’s gaze and blushed pink. The ever-simmering desire that she felt for this woman burst into a flame.

  “Tch…you can’t look at me like that right now,” she said, picking up her wide-brimmed hat made of woven khakhi jute which lay on the dining table.

  She turned to find Joy standing very, very close to her. “Oh! Hi.”

  Joy cupped Taylor’s face and kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her. Taylor felt the hat falling out of her hand as she lost all sense of reality submerging herself into Joy’s kiss. Joy could really kiss!

  Joy sucked Taylor’s lower lip, and Taylor had to hold on to the table behind her so as to not collapse. Joy licked her lips for entry and Taylor opened her mouth.

  Joy slowly ran her tongue around in a circle around the tip of Taylor’s. She drew slow circles from the tip of Taylor’s tongue to the root and back. Taylor saw white. She moaned into Joy’s mouth intensifying the kiss…pressing her mouth harder to Joy’s and kissing her back with enthusiasm.

  Tongues played and tangled. Hands came into the mix as Taylor raised her hands into Joy’s hair and Joy slipped her hand under Taylor’s crop top to caress her breast.

  Taylor pressed herself completely into Joy. Joy started squeezing Taylor’s breast and Taylor ground her hips into Joy.

  …And then with a soft kiss on Taylor’s lips, Joy stepped away.

  “What?!?!?” Taylor looked at Joy with shock. “You better have a bloody good reason for what you’ve been doing to me since morning,” she reproached.

  Joy just winked at her with a playful grin, picked up Taylor’s hat and led her out with her hand on the small of Taylor’s back just under her top.

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  The previous day they were in Luxor. It was their third day there. They had finished West Luxor and the plan for the day was to visit East Luxor: the Karnak Temple in the morning, have lunch, then go to the Luxor Temple before flying out to Sharm el-Sheikh late in the evening. Luxor was their last stop of ancient Egypt. Sharm el-Sheikh was a newly developed city which focussed on snorkelling in the Red Sea and boasted of fantastic views of the Sinai range. They could also go see the Suez Canal and hike up Mount Sinai, where mythically Moses had received the Ten Commandments, if they chose to. After a few days there, they were scheduled to go to Alexandria for three days before flying back home.

  On the last day in Luxor, Taylor had got into a mood for mischief. She spent the morning in the Karnak temple winding up Joy. She’d kept brushing her breasts against Joy, making provocative statements and each time their guide turned away, she’d grabbed Joy’s hand and rubbed it against her cunt (“pet the pussy”, she’d joked) or made her squeeze it. At one point they were exploring a deserted part of the temple by themselves and Taylor had sl
ipped Joy’s hand down the front of her panty, making Joy cup her as they walked.

  By the end of the Karnak visit, Joy was thrumming like an over-wound guitar string. She was one turn away from snapping. When they stopped for lunch in a luxurious five star hotel, Taylor said she needed to go to the washroom and had Joy accompany her. The washroom was empty save themselves. Taylor’s mood for mischief had by now spilled into diabolic proportions.