Perfect white teeth sunk into her full lower lip as Becca's eyes drunk in the sight of Fanya crawling across the bed. Even when she was not trying, the red-painted woman was intensely sensual. The poor mechanic fidgeted and openly stared. The few seconds that it took for Fanya to reach her was sweet agony and by the time  Fanya sat beside her she could feel her pulse racing. The touch of Fanya's silken thigh against her own bare skin strained the limits of her quickly fading willpower and a soft breathy moan escaped her.<br/><br/>Attempting to shake it off, she focused on the object. She tilted the object to show the small sealed compartment and the markings that she had discovered. It was fun to have someone as interested and excited as she was and as Fanya explained about where the device came from she almost forgot that the other woman was naked. Almost.<br/><br/>That all changed when Fanya's breast and more so the rigid nipple slid against her skin. A shiver raced down Becca's spine and a small, plaintive noise squeaked from her. Tentatively her hand lifted to cup Fanya's cheek and turn that beautiful face toward her. With her pulse thundering in her ears Becca leaned in and softly pressed her lips to Fanya's. It was a timid, chaste kiss but Becca did not pull backed for several long seconds. When she did and her eyelids fluttered open again, she blushed and spoke, her voice sounding out of breath. "I am really sorry Miss LaRae, I don't know what came over me."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>