Deep in Desire: A Sapphic Age-Gap Romance

Deborah wanted to take a step closer to Holly. The allure of her confidence and the fact that she was being so cryptic only served to add an unexpected thrill to what Deborah was already finding to be a lot more exciting than your averageencounter. As they continued to converse, Deborah thought she could detect the hint of an Australian accent but was finding it difficult to confirm above Mia’s increasingly exuberant singing. As she continued to make small talk about the food and the music, Deborah couldn’t shake the feeling that meeting Holly was about to unravel more than just the mystery of what she was doing at her friends’ wedding.

They exchanged small talk—Deborah finding it challenging to ask questions the girl was willing to answer—while the wedding festivities continued around them, the guests now in full-on party mode. Deborah noticed Holly’s effortless charm, a wild spirit tempered by a calmness that intrigued Deborah and unnerved her in equal measure.

The crowd started to thin toward the early hours of the morning, and as she danced with Harper and Esme, Deborah found herself stealing glances at Holly across the lounge. Despite there being fewer people on the dance floor, the temperature in the room was stifling, and Deborah decided to head out onto the terrace to grab a little fresh air. The rooftop of the Indigo Lounge neverfailed to amaze her with its stylish pool and panoramic vista of the L.A. skyline.

As her thoughts drifted to the streets below and the vast array of life in the city she loved to call home, Deborah didn’t notice Holly standing next to her until the younger woman leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“Incredible view,” Holly muttered in a low and intimate voice. “And I’m not talking about the Hollywood hills.”

Deborah wondered whether she wasn’t perhaps experiencing a drunken hallucination. How many drinks had she had?

“Huh?”

Several minutes of silence ensued. This wordless agreement between them somehow felt comfortable… but charged with tension. Deborah listened to Holly’s rhythmic breathing beside her. The sound lulled her into a deep sense of relaxation.

“I hope I didn’t come across as rude earlier,” Holly finally said. “I’ve been told I can come across that way sometimes.”

Deborah shook her head gently, her heart fluttering in her chest. “Not at all. I mean, you barelyanswered a single question, but there’s something intriguing about you, Holly.”

Holly giggled, the softness of her laughter sending a shiver down Deborah’s spine. “Really? Intriguing? I’ll take that, Deborah. What else have you got for me?”

Turning to face Holly in the moonlight, Deborah noticed that the younger woman appeared more vulnerable than she had earlier that evening. She found herself truly captivated by the play of light and shadow on Holly’s face and the way her eyes seemed to hold a thousand secrets… a thousand promises.

Deborah reached out without a second thought and brushed her finger down Holly’s cheek. She heard Holly gasp audibly and watched as her eyes locked with Deborah’s in a silent exchange of mutual understanding and desire.

The party inside the Indigo Lounge faded into insignificance as they continued to stare at each other. It was as though Deborah and Holly were the only two people in L.A. right there and then, two souls pulled together by an irresistible force. Deborah placed her hands on Holly’s hips, gently stroking the soft lace of her dress. As Holly responded, wrapping her arms around the olderwoman’s neck, her lips found Deborah’s in a hesitant but hungry kiss.

Holly’s hands moved toward Deborah’s waist, pulling her closer. The two women melted into each other, the heat of their bodies mingling and the taste of each other’s lips a delicious revelation. Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the wedding and the remaining guests wholly forgotten in the rush of passion and desire in their purest forms. Two strangers intensely attracted to each other under, letting the passion take over.

“Let’s go somewhere,” Holly gasped as she pressed her palm against Deborah’s pussy, feeling the throbbing of her clit beneath the silk dress. “Oh, Jesus… you’re not wearing panties…”

“Holly… wait… you’ll get my dress wet…”

“I want to get your dress wet… my fingers wet… my mouth wet…” Holly muttered in a husky whisper filled with longing, her hot breath tickling Deborah’s ear.

Deborah lifted her dress, allowing Holly’s hand to slip up her thigh. She felt so wet as Holly’s middle finger caressed her outer lips before slipping inside her with ease, pushing deeper and curling slightly, expertly finding her sweet spot as if she’d done it a thousand times before. Deborahlicked Holly’s neck before placing two fingers in the younger woman’s soft mouth. Holly gasped, before increasing the pace of her finger inside, using her thumb and pressure to gently massage Deborah’s clit. The excitement of the situation thrilled Deborah. She could feel her body burning as this hot stranger turned her on in the most intense situation.

“I’m going to come!” cried Deborah, not caring if anyone could hear. “You’re making me come…” She couldn’t believe how turned on she felt.

“Damn straight, I am.”

As Deborah’s long, unexpectedly fast, mind-blowing orgasm came to an end, they pulled apart. She felt breathless and dizzy as she searched Holly’s eyes to gauge her emotions. What was it she saw there? Desire? Shock? Maybe she’d never made someone come so fast. Maybe she was more drunk than she seemed?

No. She saw guilt in the younger woman’s eyes.

“I… think I’d better get out of here,” Holly murmured, her voice barely audible.

Deborah gave her a blank look, her mind reeling with questions. What had just happened? And why did Holly look like she regretted it?

“So, you don’t want me to return the favor?”Deborah managed to say in a voice tight with emotion. “I’d love to…”

But with a final lingering glance, Holly turned around and walked back into the lounge, leaving Deborah standing alone on the rooftop, the sound of her post-orgasm heartbeat thudding in her ears. People didn’t often walk away from Deborah, especially when it came to women.

She walked over to the pool and leaned against the railing, closing her eyes and letting the cool night air flood over her burning-hot skin. The memory of Holly’s expert finger skills felt so dangerously alluring. She had to see her again. That couldn’t have just been a one-off. The spark between them was insatiable. How could anybody let that disappear without even exploring it? Every thought passed through Deborah’s mind. Maybe Holly was married to a guy? Maybe Holly was on the run? Either way, she still wanted to find out.

But as Deborah looked down at her hands, still slightly damp with Holly’s saliva, her thoughts raced faster than she could control them. Nobody had ever made her come that fast before. And nobody had ever walked out of her life as quickly, either.

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