<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Steam_baby-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>For a moment Agatha’s journey stalled, the agile fingers of her tailor caressed her ankles and calves.  No longer was their touching unsure or timid. Gooseflesh peppered her skin as tiny hairs stretched to receive Onneca’s touch.  The further up her limbs she felt exploring hands go the faster her heart beat in her chest.  Those legs were smooth like satin from lotions meant only for a woman’s skin and pale like alabaster.  Agatha heard a long soft moan and didn’t realize that it was her throat from which it had emanated.  Her eyes closed, concentrating on those languid fingers delighting her flesh and could feel the sensation drawn through the epidermis and along her nervous pathways to fire the centers of pleasure within her brain.  With every breath she could feel another wave of sensation until she gasped when her breast popped free from Onneca’s almost playful tug.<br/><br/>Coils of coppery hair fell against the flat of Onneca’s stomach, a prelude to the fevered brow that followed when the saliva slick flicker of Onneca’s tongue tormented her full and wanting breast.  Agatha’s mouth opened in silent gasp.   The moment was almost too much, the sensation too overwhelming.   Gauzy cotton brushed along the back of Agatha’s thighs and over her hips, it would be only moments before industrious fingers would work the last barrier between Agatha and her desire free.  Her fingers worked against the diaphanous garment clinging to Onneca’s lithe form, curling the fabric in her hands drawing it upward before unclenching and curling again.<br/><br/>The silent gasp became a whimper of approval as the teasing tongue relented and was replaced by perfect lips. Her breast glistened with saliva and Agatha could sense the respite from the heat the moist kisses provided, contrasting so deliciously with the warmth of Onneca’s lips.  Those lips were present for what seemed the briefest of moments for even an eternity would not have been long enough.  Nimble fingers discarded her ruined panties to the darkness of the room and she was truly free.  Sweet Spanish words caressed her ears and then there was wiggling of limbs and rustling of bed linens and cloth.  Agatha’s soft belly twitched and jumped inside at the trail of kisses that mirrored her own.<br/><br/>Agatha shifted and slid along the sheets as their lips moved further and further away, yet closer and closer to a kiss more intimate than they had ever dreamt of sharing.  A year’s worth of desire spurred Agatha forward.  Her kisses more frantic and hungry as they finally breached the wave of cloth that had rolled and bunched around Onneca’s waist and touched skin damp from the warmth of their bodies closeness.  Kisses turned into a long draw of her tongue to Onneca’s navel dipping inside as her hands found the edged of Onneca’s panties and worked them down olive legs struggling ever so slightly with her hip where it lay against the bed.   Agatha parted her thighs as Onneca’s kisses neared the small thatch of fiery red hair crowning her sex.  He own arms working around and under Onneca’s thighs, Hands and fingers made strong from applying years of torque and pressure curled around Onneca’s firm ass and her head rested on the pillow of Onneca’s thigh, nudging them apart with kisses along the soft pad of flesh beneath her navel.