Connie nodded, tallying the paintings Nyra'd finished. She'd record the pertinent info later. She knew the accountant in Oregon was still Nyra's choice for all of the business and money stuff, but she still enjoyed keeping track.
At the other's comment about "dripping in a corner" she giggled. "If we did do that, we could have that corner of the floor removed and sold. 'Drippings of the Sexiest Arteest in Nachton!' I bet I know at least three people who'd be interested in buying it."
She wiggled the ear Nyra was touching. It always seemed to make her giggle; maybe it'll help her feel better, too. "It's barely started yet. Slept, shopped, talked to Rachyl for a moment or two, and came home to take care of my lover."
Her fingers gently caressed Nyra's hand as she spoke, tracing the lines of those amazing instruments with tenderness and care. Her voice took on the more accented qualities it did when she let her guard down when in Nyra's presence. "I'm not quite sure, but I don' think that last goal is quite complete yet."
She stretched, giving a soft, lingering kiss to Nyra's cheek, and rested back again.
All shook up
Nyra made her way through the loft carefully, one hand rubbing her postior. Her hair was clipped up out of her face with a paint splattered clip that was blue, yellow and red in places, just like her hair and smock. The painting was done, which was good though.
Her only thought was now to climb into a shower with a bottle of turpentine and a rag. Then she was going to sleep for a year. With a tired 'ouch' she closed and locked the door and walked to the one across the landing. After unlocking the heavy steel door and 'ouch'ing her way in she looked around for Connie.
She should have showered at the other loft, but she was so tired and shaken she just wanted to lay down as soon as she finished cleaning up. The whole need to dress due to the landing was frustrating but it gave her a very seperate and distinct space to work and sleep.
"Im home." Tiredly she called out, wondering if her love was home from work yet or if she was simply speaking to the furniture.
Connie
18 years ago
Nyra
18 years ago
"Silly, no one would want splatters of paint on a hardwood floor. Especially not after I land in it with my bottom." She said with a playfull tap of her hand on Connie's head. Silly thing.
The comment of 'barely started' made Nyra sigh. She had been trying so hard to stay on the accountant's schedule. Something just always threw it askew and she ended up completely out of synch. Maybe they needed a printed timetable of when to be up and when not to be.
All her worries and ideas melted away as those strong hands stroked hers. Connie's accent simply made her insides turn warm and gooey. While she was sleepy and may not be up for a strenuous stretch of loving, perhaps just a bit would be possible.
"I really could use some pampering."
The comment of 'barely started' made Nyra sigh. She had been trying so hard to stay on the accountant's schedule. Something just always threw it askew and she ended up completely out of synch. Maybe they needed a printed timetable of when to be up and when not to be.
All her worries and ideas melted away as those strong hands stroked hers. Connie's accent simply made her insides turn warm and gooey. While she was sleepy and may not be up for a strenuous stretch of loving, perhaps just a bit would be possible.
"I really could use some pampering."
Connie
18 years ago
Connie feigned a haughty tone as she whined, "I would buy them, because it would be indicative of the struggle a working artist endures, both creatively and physically."
Flashing back to her accent, she whispered, "I think Meegan and Rachyl would get it, too, because it's your art, and so completely out of your ordinary realm of what you'd create."
Nyra's sigh rocked Connie. She felt so bad, she couldn't explain to Nyra at the moment why Connie's schedule was the way it was. She needed to be healthy for it... Or it just might not be absorbed correctly.
When Nyra commented about needing pampering, Connie instantly quipped, "Depends." At Nyra's inquisitive squeak, she said, "You're too old for Pampers. You'd want to use Depends. From what I unde..."
Her stupid joke was cut off by a bap to the head. She looked into Nyra's hazel eyes. Holding back a snicker, she pouted, "I thought it woulda been funny..."
The look of humored pain in her lover's eyes made Connie relent. Leaning forward again, she pressed her closed lips to Nyra's, soft, gentle. "Jes' lie back and let me pampah you, lover."
Sliding down under the quilt, she kissed Nyra through the long shirt she wore, teasing, nibbling. Her lips caught on protruding nipples through the cotton. She sucked carefully, her saliva dampening the fabric. She continued moving down, down, kissing, nibbling through the shirt. She kept her hands busy by keeping the quilt covering Nyra where it was, and held it down to prevent her from seeing what Connie was doing.
Flashing back to her accent, she whispered, "I think Meegan and Rachyl would get it, too, because it's your art, and so completely out of your ordinary realm of what you'd create."
Nyra's sigh rocked Connie. She felt so bad, she couldn't explain to Nyra at the moment why Connie's schedule was the way it was. She needed to be healthy for it... Or it just might not be absorbed correctly.
When Nyra commented about needing pampering, Connie instantly quipped, "Depends." At Nyra's inquisitive squeak, she said, "You're too old for Pampers. You'd want to use Depends. From what I unde..."
Her stupid joke was cut off by a bap to the head. She looked into Nyra's hazel eyes. Holding back a snicker, she pouted, "I thought it woulda been funny..."
The look of humored pain in her lover's eyes made Connie relent. Leaning forward again, she pressed her closed lips to Nyra's, soft, gentle. "Jes' lie back and let me pampah you, lover."
Sliding down under the quilt, she kissed Nyra through the long shirt she wore, teasing, nibbling. Her lips caught on protruding nipples through the cotton. She sucked carefully, her saliva dampening the fabric. She continued moving down, down, kissing, nibbling through the shirt. She kept her hands busy by keeping the quilt covering Nyra where it was, and held it down to prevent her from seeing what Connie was doing.
Nyra
18 years ago
From feeling warmly loved and appreciated to rolling her eyes at her silly lover. Oh how carefree the beauty in the bed made her feel. She managed to get out one mumbled word. "Silly"
As Connie began her kissing and nibbling journey, Nyra moaned happily. The sensations were wonderful both relaxing and exciting at the same time. She gently stroked the raven locks under her fingers, sighing and moaning alternatively.
As Connie began her kissing and nibbling journey, Nyra moaned happily. The sensations were wonderful both relaxing and exciting at the same time. She gently stroked the raven locks under her fingers, sighing and moaning alternatively.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie's hair tickled her face as it dragged along both the inside of her sheets as well as Nyra's skin.
With her hands otherwise occupied holding the blanket up near Nyra's breasts, she wiggled her palms a little to give those glorious globes a little attention.
Biting the hem of the pajama top, she pulled it up, baring some of Nyra's belly. She gave a raspberry to the softness there, revelling in the soft giggles and twitching below her. Half tempted to tear the pants in two, she settled for nudging them down with her nose, sucking and blowing gently, whatever she could reach. Slowly replacing the band, she kissed again through the cotton, though diverted her path towards Nyra's left leg. Flicking her tongue there in the crease between thigh and abdomen, she realized she needed to let go of the blanket if she wanted to be able to remove the pajama bottoms.
So, deciding to give Nyra the option to decide, she changed direction and travelled back up Nyra's body, with the same attention she'd given on the way down. She raised the quilt just enough to poke her head through. Lying gently on Nyra, hands kneading and caressing softness, she asked quietly, eyes locked on her lover's, "Does mah Lady want me to remove her 'jama bottoms, or work around them?"
Forward she moved her head and traced the shell of Nyra's ear with her tongue.
With her hands otherwise occupied holding the blanket up near Nyra's breasts, she wiggled her palms a little to give those glorious globes a little attention.
Biting the hem of the pajama top, she pulled it up, baring some of Nyra's belly. She gave a raspberry to the softness there, revelling in the soft giggles and twitching below her. Half tempted to tear the pants in two, she settled for nudging them down with her nose, sucking and blowing gently, whatever she could reach. Slowly replacing the band, she kissed again through the cotton, though diverted her path towards Nyra's left leg. Flicking her tongue there in the crease between thigh and abdomen, she realized she needed to let go of the blanket if she wanted to be able to remove the pajama bottoms.
So, deciding to give Nyra the option to decide, she changed direction and travelled back up Nyra's body, with the same attention she'd given on the way down. She raised the quilt just enough to poke her head through. Lying gently on Nyra, hands kneading and caressing softness, she asked quietly, eyes locked on her lover's, "Does mah Lady want me to remove her 'jama bottoms, or work around them?"
Forward she moved her head and traced the shell of Nyra's ear with her tongue.
Nyra
18 years ago
The wonderful feelings generated by her lover who was so cutely hiding out under the covers made Nyra squirm. Her thin cotton pajamas were no match for the dread pirate Connie's skillful tongue. When her lover wiggled up over her asking about pants, she fell directly into the nefarious plot being brewed.
"I think you had best do that. Right after you rid yourself of your own clothing."
Stating her demands like a machiavelian villian she twirlled Connies hair that had fallen near her mouth. To soften the play Nyra planted small kisses all over her lovers face, ears and neck. Of course she had to playfully smack her slender lovers rear to get her moving on those demands.
"I think you had best do that. Right after you rid yourself of your own clothing."
Stating her demands like a machiavelian villian she twirlled Connies hair that had fallen near her mouth. To soften the play Nyra planted small kisses all over her lovers face, ears and neck. Of course she had to playfully smack her slender lovers rear to get her moving on those demands.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie blinked at Nyra, realizing her response was not exactly an answer. Or maybe, was it an answer to both? Mentally shrugging her way through both questio and response, she giggled into the kisses bestowed upon her, and arched an eyebrow at the bottom smackaging, "Her Ladyship is too kind!"
Sticking her tongue out playfully, she flicked it across Nyra's smiling lips, before disappearing beneath the covers again. Pressing her torso just a bit harder against her lover, she wriggled out of her cami top as she slid back down between the artist's legs. Nudging the pajama top up with her nose, she brought one hand down from the cover's edge, wrapped her hand in it, and pushed her garment up under Nyra's shirt. Left hand occupied holding the blanket, her right gently swathed back and forth across her heated breasts as her lips travelled lower.
With some difficulty she was able to use her teeth to unsnap the pajama bottoms. Wiggling her nose like a bunny, she flattened her tongue and trailed it down between the parted fabric.
Immensely pleased with herself that she hadn't helped Nyra into panties, her right hand gave a gentle tweak to each of the protruding nipples peaking, and left the camisole where it was between her lover's breasts. Trailing both her hands down, she lifted Nyra's bottom off the bed just enough to slide the garment to her knees. Pushing her head beneath it, she just breathed lightly through her nose across the soft folds before her.
With teasing, feathery touches back up her lover's heated skin, she held the blanket tight against Nyra's chest as she felt it raised up. "Uh uh uh uh! No peeky at my worky!"
Sticking her tongue out playfully, she flicked it across Nyra's smiling lips, before disappearing beneath the covers again. Pressing her torso just a bit harder against her lover, she wriggled out of her cami top as she slid back down between the artist's legs. Nudging the pajama top up with her nose, she brought one hand down from the cover's edge, wrapped her hand in it, and pushed her garment up under Nyra's shirt. Left hand occupied holding the blanket, her right gently swathed back and forth across her heated breasts as her lips travelled lower.
With some difficulty she was able to use her teeth to unsnap the pajama bottoms. Wiggling her nose like a bunny, she flattened her tongue and trailed it down between the parted fabric.
Immensely pleased with herself that she hadn't helped Nyra into panties, her right hand gave a gentle tweak to each of the protruding nipples peaking, and left the camisole where it was between her lover's breasts. Trailing both her hands down, she lifted Nyra's bottom off the bed just enough to slide the garment to her knees. Pushing her head beneath it, she just breathed lightly through her nose across the soft folds before her.
With teasing, feathery touches back up her lover's heated skin, she held the blanket tight against Nyra's chest as she felt it raised up. "Uh uh uh uh! No peeky at my worky!"
Nyra
18 years ago
Giggling and kissing her lover as the silly Ladyship comment was made. The girl was so silly sometimes. It pleased Nyra to no end. Belatedly she realized that Connie had asked two questions, not one. Deciding that either affirmative answer would be satisfactory she did not correct herself. Though she tried to make a mental note to be more aware of what her lover was saying even if she was plastered on top of her.
As her agile love disappeared once more beneith the covers the artist wallowed in the depth and breadth of feelings generated. Not just passion, but love and cherising. Of course the warm feeling pooling in her loins was not to be discounted either.
She love the feeling of Connie's fingers tweaking her large nipples. At that she tried to lift the covers but was thwarted by the wiley wench.
"Carefull, you will give me ideas on how to treat you if you keep that up!" She warned her love playfully. Her legs moved restlessly in her desire and she wondered how long Connie was going to keep teasing her so playfully.
As her agile love disappeared once more beneith the covers the artist wallowed in the depth and breadth of feelings generated. Not just passion, but love and cherising. Of course the warm feeling pooling in her loins was not to be discounted either.
She love the feeling of Connie's fingers tweaking her large nipples. At that she tried to lift the covers but was thwarted by the wiley wench.
"Carefull, you will give me ideas on how to treat you if you keep that up!" She warned her love playfully. Her legs moved restlessly in her desire and she wondered how long Connie was going to keep teasing her so playfully.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie giggled, Nyra's voice muffled somewhat by the muscular but soft thighs next to her head, the covers around her. It was warm, down there between Nyra's legs, but oh-so-worth it. Especially considering the source of the warmth.
She leaned forward, just barely brushing her lips against the bare folds of Nyra's sex. She said, hopefully loud enough to hear, exaggerating her lips' movements, "Wouldn't want to give you any ideas! No no! Ideas bad, teasing bad, we definately wouldn't want to tantalize Nyra McGurn until she screams bloody murder and her lover asphyxiates while pleasuring her endlessly!"
One of her hands stretched out from beneath the quilt and placed a soft finger across where she imagined Nyra's lips would be, preventing a response. Her aim was off, though, and first she got nose then chin, then finally gently lay her finger across those sweet, plush lips.
She leaned forward, just barely brushing her lips against the bare folds of Nyra's sex. She said, hopefully loud enough to hear, exaggerating her lips' movements, "Wouldn't want to give you any ideas! No no! Ideas bad, teasing bad, we definately wouldn't want to tantalize Nyra McGurn until she screams bloody murder and her lover asphyxiates while pleasuring her endlessly!"
One of her hands stretched out from beneath the quilt and placed a soft finger across where she imagined Nyra's lips would be, preventing a response. Her aim was off, though, and first she got nose then chin, then finally gently lay her finger across those sweet, plush lips.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra could hear and more importantly feel Connie giggling. Her muffled comments were quite easy to decipher though it was difficult to stay still as her lover teased and tickled her.
"No asphyxiating! I can scream like a porn star if you want, just no asphyxiating."
The finger playfully bounced around her face and once it settled upon her mouth she kissed it before nipping it gently. At the same time she worked her legs around Connies waist and locked her ankles together. This did nothing more than keep her lover right where she wanted her.
Releasing the quite licked and nibbled finger she laughed gaily. "I have trapped you now. Just what do you intend to do about it?"
"No asphyxiating! I can scream like a porn star if you want, just no asphyxiating."
The finger playfully bounced around her face and once it settled upon her mouth she kissed it before nipping it gently. At the same time she worked her legs around Connies waist and locked her ankles together. This did nothing more than keep her lover right where she wanted her.
Releasing the quite licked and nibbled finger she laughed gaily. "I have trapped you now. Just what do you intend to do about it?"
Connie
18 years ago
Connie smiled as Nyra's lower body danced minutely beneath her. Then when her lover said, "I can scream like a porn star if you want," the surprise would have caused her to drop something or shoot coffee through her nose. So she moved back up Nyra's body and poked her head back out the covers. "Scream like a porn star, huh. And how," she asked, mock-sternly, "would you" she pressed her lips to Nyra's, "know what" her hands came up to rest upon the outer edges of Nyra's breasts, "porn stars scream like?"
And her hands dropped next to Nyra's chest and tickled her lover's ribs and armpits lightly.
And her hands dropped next to Nyra's chest and tickled her lover's ribs and armpits lightly.
Nyra
18 years ago
Laughing at Connie's question Nyra vowed not to tell her lover about the book her mother had sent her. In fact she could not remember more of the book except the heroine had joked about that very thing. Since it had tickled the artist as funny she simply used it when appropriate.
Of course when the beauty atop her launched into a full on tickle attack she really did shriek. Squirming to get away while capturing the naughty digits did not work well. Finally she surrendered.
"Uncle! Cease fire! Parlay! I surrender!" Her hollered comments were done between deep breaths of air and laughing. Of course it was slightly disguised by a sneeze.
Of course when the beauty atop her launched into a full on tickle attack she really did shriek. Squirming to get away while capturing the naughty digits did not work well. Finally she surrendered.
"Uncle! Cease fire! Parlay! I surrender!" Her hollered comments were done between deep breaths of air and laughing. Of course it was slightly disguised by a sneeze.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie caressed Nyra's cheek gently, allowing her lover to calm down. "Bless you."
Outside of watching Pirates of the Caribbean, she hadn't heard three of those last four squealed comments in a very, very long time. Had she been standing, she would have been so shocked as to sit down. Since she was on all fours leaning over the most beautiful woman she'd ever met, instead, her jaw fell open. After a brief pause, she closed it shut with a snap and hovered for a moment.
"I could continue, if you're feeling well enough. I shouldn't have tickled you, I know it takes a lot out of you, and you're not feeling well as it is..." Connie did want to continue. She also wanted to tell Nyra why she reacted the way she did to those cries of surrender... But she couldn't tell if the artist had detected her hesitation.
All Connie's doubts about telling Nyra the full and absolute truth came rushing back to her.
Outside of watching Pirates of the Caribbean, she hadn't heard three of those last four squealed comments in a very, very long time. Had she been standing, she would have been so shocked as to sit down. Since she was on all fours leaning over the most beautiful woman she'd ever met, instead, her jaw fell open. After a brief pause, she closed it shut with a snap and hovered for a moment.
"I could continue, if you're feeling well enough. I shouldn't have tickled you, I know it takes a lot out of you, and you're not feeling well as it is..." Connie did want to continue. She also wanted to tell Nyra why she reacted the way she did to those cries of surrender... But she couldn't tell if the artist had detected her hesitation.
All Connie's doubts about telling Nyra the full and absolute truth came rushing back to her.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra wondered how her very own pirate thought of her surrender. Of course since Bertrand had been to the halloween party he had spoken of Connie since as the "Captain". He even went so far as to show Nyra some Disney movie last time she had sat down in his office. She wasnt even sure if she had used Parlay correctly. Though her Dad had always quit upon an 'Uncle' cry. He too liked to tickle her.
She swiftly rubbed her nose with the back of her hand in an attempt to stave off the cold. Thankfully her sneezes were dry as it felt like everything was sinuses so far.
"I will be fine thanks. Im not up for more tickles but you can continue what you were doing before!" She said the last with an exagerated eyebrow leer.
They had squirmed around on the bed which kept her interest peaked quite nicely.
She swiftly rubbed her nose with the back of her hand in an attempt to stave off the cold. Thankfully her sneezes were dry as it felt like everything was sinuses so far.
"I will be fine thanks. Im not up for more tickles but you can continue what you were doing before!" She said the last with an exagerated eyebrow leer.
They had squirmed around on the bed which kept her interest peaked quite nicely.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie leaned over Nyra, the tips of her dangling breasts barely touching her lover's, then lowered herself to give the artist a tender kiss. "Oh I can, can I?" Her right hand trailed the soft pajama top down to the bared skin of her lover's lower body. "Is that permission you're giving me, or an order?"
She didn't wait for a response as she returned her impassioned kiss to Nyra's lips, timing their contact with the return of her right hand to Nyra's heated folds. Gently cupping Nyra's damp center, she insinuated her gently curled digit between them. Nibbling playfully down Nyra's neck again, she continued across the pajama top - they were kind of dry, to Connie's lips, but she enjoyed teasing the other woman through it - and down to her silky skin.
She realized she'd accidentally pulled the blanket down with her, around Nyra's waist, and with her left hand flipped it over her head to cover them. Holding it on one side telekineticly, she returned her lips to their task upon Nyra's netherlips.
Nibbling, sucking, licking, her finger carefully parted and played next to her tongue, twin dexterous points dancing in the bare, scorching, honeyed entrance.
She didn't wait for a response as she returned her impassioned kiss to Nyra's lips, timing their contact with the return of her right hand to Nyra's heated folds. Gently cupping Nyra's damp center, she insinuated her gently curled digit between them. Nibbling playfully down Nyra's neck again, she continued across the pajama top - they were kind of dry, to Connie's lips, but she enjoyed teasing the other woman through it - and down to her silky skin.
She realized she'd accidentally pulled the blanket down with her, around Nyra's waist, and with her left hand flipped it over her head to cover them. Holding it on one side telekineticly, she returned her lips to their task upon Nyra's netherlips.
Nibbling, sucking, licking, her finger carefully parted and played next to her tongue, twin dexterous points dancing in the bare, scorching, honeyed entrance.
Nyra
18 years ago
Nyra loved the feeling of her lover's body, pressed onto hers, lightly skimming hers or even just brushing past. The teasing move Connie made was all three and so much more. She arched up, trying to get closer and pulled her lover down to her at the same time. The soft rub of skin against skin was seductive.
"Its whatever you want it to be. Demand, order, plea, begging." She said with a groan.
Connie's ministrations had her arching off the bed as she grabbed at the covers for something solid to cling to in the maelstorm. The artists breaths became short and loudly. Barely managing a single coherant word as she screamed in orgasm. "Connie!"
Panting, damp with spent passion she tried to peek under the covers at her fiesty lover. In her weak state it was only a slight tug on the blankets held down atop her.
"Its whatever you want it to be. Demand, order, plea, begging." She said with a groan.
Connie's ministrations had her arching off the bed as she grabbed at the covers for something solid to cling to in the maelstorm. The artists breaths became short and loudly. Barely managing a single coherant word as she screamed in orgasm. "Connie!"
Panting, damp with spent passion she tried to peek under the covers at her fiesty lover. In her weak state it was only a slight tug on the blankets held down atop her.
Connie
18 years ago
Connie gingerly climbed Nyra's body and poked her head out of the covers. "As you wish," she playfully squeaked.
Pressing her closed lips against Nyra's, she held her lover close. "I hope that was to yer likin' ma'am."
She held Nyra close for a time.
Pressing her closed lips against Nyra's, she held her lover close. "I hope that was to yer likin' ma'am."
She held Nyra close for a time.
Nyra
18 years ago
All Nyra could mumble was a deep 'mmmmmm' as she pulled her lover into her arms. The strong climax left her breathless and sleepy. Snuggling close she whispered endearments as she fought off sleep. The warmth from Connie and the satiated lastitude claimed her all too soon. Though she had made plans to return the treatment very soon.
Within minutes she was deeply asleep, a slight wheezing snore sounded quietly from her stuffy nose. She did not feel Connie arise for work or kiss her on her forehead.
((Nyra and Connie out. All movements with permission. Please lock.))
Within minutes she was deeply asleep, a slight wheezing snore sounded quietly from her stuffy nose. She did not feel Connie arise for work or kiss her on her forehead.
((Nyra and Connie out. All movements with permission. Please lock.))