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Trying to forget what happened between Leah and I has been impossible. Everytime I find myself in the forest lately, my feet carry me deeper into the trees, to the spot where we tasted each other. I haven’t even been able to pick up an acorn without colour rushing to my cheeks. Foraging is important in our valley though, for income as well as food in the slow harvest seasons, and I don’t have the option to slow down–so, I bear the flutters in my stomach and try to explain away the blushes to my partner.

It’s also a very small hamlet, made up of just a few farms and cottages, and avoiding Leah is impossible. She’s our direct neighbour to the south, and to make matters even more tense, she frequents the forest almost as much as I do. I’ve managed to keep hold of my nerves around my husband when we’ve seen her in public, but I have no idea what I’ll do if we bump into each other while alone.

I know what could happen… more breathless entanglement, with our breasts heaving and our pussy’s aching for each other. But could we get away with it a second time?

I’d been intrigued by her for years–the vegan sculptor that lived by the riverside–but it had never gone farther than that. I am not unfamiliar with the dating world in the valley, but Leah had always seemed untouchable. Friendly, to be sure, but also aloof, quiet, lost in her own world. Eating each other out in the woods had been unexpected to say the least. But now it’s all I can think about.

Even when my partner and I have made love in the days since, it has not been him that I see when I close my eyes. Every moan, every gasp–it has all been for her.

Therefore, when there’s a knock at the door, Leah is the last person I expect to see.

With her hair in its signature braid, and her clothes covered in wood dust from her latest carving, she is breathtaking.

“Leah!” I gasp, fingers digging into the door. “What–what are you doing here?”

She hefts a carving in her hands. I hadn’t noticed it before, nestled between her breasts. I swallow in a suddenly dry throat.

“Seb ordered — a piece.”

Of course, he did. Of course, he ordered an art piece from the woman who rocked me to my core not one mile off from our property. Ümraniye travesti I can’t even look at it for more than a moment before feeling my eyes yanked back to her face.

“I carved it, after–we…”

“It’s beautiful,” I interrupt, breathless. “Seb isn’t here right now.”

“Oh.” She glances around, awkward. We stand still for a moment, breath held in our chests.

“Um, please come in.” I back out of the way, and Leah sidesteps me to bring the carving in. I can tell it’s heavy–her muscles are straining. They’re highly distracting, and I’m distracted by imagining dragging my tongue down them.

Leah pauses in our small cabin, and I realize I’ve been staring.

“Sorry,” I gasp. It’s only a one bedroom cabin, and suddenly the foot of the bed is the only location that makes sense for the carving. I gesture to it and Leah settles it into place. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper, running a hand down my arm. Leah smiles.

“Thank you.”

A beat passes, and my stomach clenches when Leah’s eyes dip to my chest.

“Coffee?” I blurt, and hurry to the small kitchen unit.

“Yes please,” Leah puts her hands in her pockets, smiling as she watches me hurry around. She’s much more at-ease than I am. Her entire aura is calm and relaxed, if not a little bit cocky. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “I haven’t been able to find a good cup of coffee since leaving the city.”

I crack a smile at that. Valley coffee is awful. It took a lot of convincing on my part before Seb ever made it strong enough for my taste. Leah, who’s even newer to the valley than I was, surely misses true coffee.

“Hopefully you like it my way, then.”

“I think I will,” She answers. When I look back, her lip is caught between her teeth and I have to look away again to avoid spilling the coffee. “My ex girlfriend used to use these special beans… drove me crazy.”

My laugh is shaky, not like myself at all.

“Nothing special here. Just home grown in my greenhouse.”

“That sounds pretty special to me.”

The cup rattles as I pass it to her, and for a few minutes we stand and sip in silence.

“So–carving,” I offer up lamely, a minute or two later. Ümraniye travestileri “And foraging. Any other hobbies?”

“I don’t know if foraging is a hobby,” Leah replies, wiping a stray drip of coffee from her lush lower lip. “But I do enjoy it. There’s nothing more special than surviving off the land.” Her eyes spark in excitement. “Nuts, mushrooms, even flowers–although lately, apple picking has been pretty distracting.”

A flash of memory–Leah’s nipples, peaked against my lips, the sounds she made me she orgasmed for me. I give my head a shake and try to refocus.

“What–What does the carving you made mean?” I’m rambling, but I’m barely able to keep the conversation straight in my head. “Did Seb order it specifically?”

“No,” Leah said. “He just paid and suggested I do whatever felt good.” She nods her head. “Want to come see?”

We cross back to the foot of the bed, and I look more properly at the carving. It’s abstract to be sure, with curving lines and twisting pieces. It reminds me of the roots of a tree… but then, the curve of one twist catches my eye. It starts thin at the bottom, then swells in a rounded bend before dipping in again, then widening out again with two distinct, smooth lumps.

It’s like it takes form in front of my eyes.

It’s a woman. She’s naked. My eyes adjust again–and I see two distinctively entwined female shapes, breasts crushed together. One’s legs are open, and the other has found a home between them. I give a strangled gasp.

“Do you see it?”

“It’s beautiful…”

It’s stunning, really. And the idea of it is just delicious. There, at the foot of my bed, too abstract for Seb to ever discern, will be a study of Leah and I together. I never would have realized, if it weren’t for Leah, standing close beside me.

I feel her fingers on my shoulders before I hear her move. She squeezes my tight muscles, earning a moan, then leans in to whisper to me. Her scent is enticing and sinful.

“Something to look at… whenever you feel like mixing it up.”

My heart races in my chest, and I spin before I can consider what I’m doing. I crush my mouth to Leah’s–no more slowness, no more hesitation. She Travesti ümraniye groans and I swallow the sound, lacing my tongue with hers, and yanking her body against mine. We lose our balance and tip backward, into the carving. It’s sturdy enough that it doesn’t waver. I press Leah against it, my knee lifting to rest between her thighs. She perches on me, and drags her hips against my leg. I grab hold of the carving behind her, using it for leverage, and haul myself to her.

Without breaking the kiss, suddenly Leah is fumbling with her pants. Our breathing is loud in the quiet cabin. I take the hint and lower my knee from her pelvis, then shimmy out of my own pants, too. We have to be fast. There’s no telling when someone else might show up.

In seconds, we are both bared from the waist down. Leah’s pussy is swollen and hairy, so ready for me–I want to grab hold of it, but I don’t.

Leah leans back against the carving and lifts one leg. I grasp the wood sculpture again, and slide one of my own legs over her hip. Inch by inch, we line ourselves up and press until our heats mix. Lips and teeth crash against each other even as our pussy’s touch. I have one leg planted on the ground and one lifted, and Leah’s legs are both propped open. She growls at me as we start thrusting and rubbing against each other. Our lips spread against each other, and then our clits are teasing each other. I rise up on my toes and grind downward. Leah groans again, then hitches her hips and starts bucking against me. The carving creaks behind us, bruising the floor, but we are too lost in each other to care. The stimulation is enough to numb my toes, and I stamp my foot in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” Leah hisses, sliding her clit down my pussy lips. “Keep it there–right there. Yes… yes that’s right.”

Her breath hitches, and a little whimpers escapes her throat when her juices spill into me. It’s so slippery and hot, and when I reach my own orgasm and our cum mixes, it is ecstacy. I start grinding and slamming my hips against her, until she is shaking in release. I nearly scream with it as a second orgasm stacks and I am undone. We slip to the floor at some point, and our humping finally slows.

I keep our pussys pressed together as my heartrate slows back down, loving the feel of her against me. She starts massaging me again, and we slowly catch our breath.

As my breathing steadies, my eyes stick on the subtly pornographic carving where we fucked each other.

I’ve never loved art so much.

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