<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dress shop<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/>The look that crossed Celeste's face when Erin told her that<em>Mommy would not be getting naked today</em>threatened a tantrum. The sort of tantrum a little girl throws when told she can't have the bag of candy that she's been craving<em>all day long.</em>Her eyes widened, her jaw tightened. She balled her hands up into small fists down by her hips, and very nearly stamped her foot against the floor. She almost certainly would have done, if Mommy hadn't tempered her little girl's outburst with the rest of her comment.<br/><br/>Just like that, a grin sprang back up on the girl's face; her dimples reappeared; and she relaxed her fists. Eagerly, Celeste nodded. Erin kissed her. The grin grew a little wider.<br/><br/>And wider still when the girl found herself guided down onto her knees in front of the older woman's seat on the bench. Much as she might have liked, she didn't make a second attempt to strip her Mommy out of the dress. Instead, she inched forward until she was close enough to poke her head up beneath the skirt of Erin's dress.<br/><br/>Darkness enveloped her. But she didn't need to see to know where she was going. She kissed the inside of Erin's thigh. Touch would guide her. And scent. She could smell the older woman's arousal, the wetness between her legs. Giggling, Celeste lifted her butt up into the air and shook it, like a pup wagging her tail, in the air behind her. She pushed forward, marking the inside of Erin's thigh with kiss after kiss after kiss. At long last, she found what she sought.<br/><br/>Another kiss, this one across the middle of Erin's panties. A longer kiss, wetter. She let her lips linger there, allowing the heat of her mouth to seep through the fabric. Then she moved her head off to the side, tongue sneaking out of her mouth. She slipped it through the leg-hole of Erin's panties, pushed it as far as it would go, tasting, touching, teasing.<br/><br/>Darkness made it impossible to tell exactly what she was doing. She could feel her way along, but her tongue didn't offer quite the same tactile feedback that her fingers would have done. Still, she had a vague idea of where she was and what she was doing. Her tongue moved upwards along the outside of Erin's slit, while her teeth clamped down on the older woman's panties.<br/><br/>"Mommy." She moaned, the sound only partially muffled by the dress. Celeste lifted a hand then, slipped a finger through the side of the panties not blocked by her tongue. The pad of that finger -- her index -- went for Mommy's clit. In her blindness, she fumbled around some, searching, but eventually managed to find that sweet pearl of nerves. She didn't immediately touch it, instead circling around the edges, brushing it, grazing, slowly, teasingly, moving towards it. Then she began to massage it. Gentle but not too gentle.<br/><br/>