<div class="floatleft">(http://www.prettydesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Olivia-Wilde-Hairstyles-Alluring-Side-swept-Hairstyle.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f2/f6/b0/f2f6b0fd6b8c3a6dcc6f97a77567f237.jpg)</div><br/>It's quiet.<br/><br/>It's one of the first things that hits Olivia.<br/><br/><em>The quiet, between them.</em><br/><br/>At dinner, there'd been so much conversation. So much ... thinking. Presentation and awareness was at it's height. The need to impress was there, to sell an idea, sell a person, sell a concept.<br/><br/>Right now, there was none of that.<br/><br/>The fingertips that moved along Jaclyn's bare skin, behind her neck and shoulder blades were soundless, simply gliding. Up the column of her neck, going into her hair, the fingernails grazing along her scalp made for soft isolated sounds.<br/><br/>Her moans and projections of her voice were trapped by Olivia's own lips, lips that reverberated with the muffled sounds of satisfaction. A taste was assigned to the blonde's beautiful features. What would it be... what did kissing Jaclyn feel like... what did Jaclyn taste like?<br/><br/><em>This.<br/><br/>All of this.</em><br/><br/>And Olivia engaged in a prolonged twirling tango of their tongues. Her hands remained clasped near the back of her neck, her wrists resting on Jaclyn's shoulders. Several seconds into the kiss... a soft suckle was sounded as the suction of Jaclyn's lips being released trailed into the quiet room. Small follow up kisses came, isolating Jaclyn's lower lip once, then twice... then her uper lip. Little nibbles and sucking kisses that simply helped Olivia get a better taste for the blonde.<br/><br/>She withdrew slightly... and with a downward graze of her hands, her fingertips dragged their nails lightly... trailing over Jaclyn's shoulders again, down past her clavicles, down the tip of her chest to her cleavage. Jaclyn would feel her upper body being pressed lightly, encouraged to lean back a little more in the chair, a tantalizing posture indicative of almost offering herself to Olivia. In reality, Olivia was playing to the eroticism of the moment, with extreme appreciation. Her hands continued to rub downward after encouraging Jaclyn to lean back a little... hooking the fingertips of each hand inside the top of her onesie that even now remained perched atop her breasts.<br/><br/>Olivia eyed her cleavage, letting her hands weigh down the garment no longer supported by the straps being over her shoulders. She simply had nothing to keep it up... and Olivia's hands were more than able to draw the garment down to Jaclyn's waistline. Her full and pert breasts revealed... Olivia's hands returned, rubbing up the stomach that now remained uncovered, and each hand massaged each breast with a greater attention to detail now than even before.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/09/3f/a2/093fa21c3f4ebd014bed18fb912bc9df--lesbo-sexy-lesbians.jpg)</div>- Squeeze.<br/>- Hold.<br/>- Squeeze.<br/>- Release...<br/>- Squeeze... warm... flex and tug, pull and press...<br/>- Let those fingernails again graze over the now fully exposed breasts. Starting at five points away from the nipples, they would converge, sliding as the palms left the peak of the breast and the fingers were able to meet at the focal point.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Mmmm... is there a story here?"</span><br/><br/>An effort again... go make that skin just<em>burn</em>with goosebumps, but this time, straddling Jaclyn, Olivia's fingertips rolled, ruffled, pinched, and squeezed not just the breasts she was massaging, but the nipples themselves. A small item of note crossed her path.<br/><br/>She'd say she 'couldn't quite put a finger on it'... but that'd be so wrong. She could put numerous ones. It was something you might not notice if you weren't looking for it. It seemed to be the result of piercing.<br/><br/><em>Interesting.</em><br/><br/>She'd asked her question... a sultry curiosity to her tone... so she'd evaded kissing Jaclyn again, opting instead to return the kisses to her neck and chest line so the blonde could answer her.