Unencumbered..

It was after one such hard-core session that Lena had found herself in the Leisure centers in house bar, parched from an extreme workout, that she needed a refreshment. Something with lots of ice in it.

Something that was cold, wet and thirst quenchingly good. If Lena knew she could of done it, she would have asked for a bucket of ice to drink, pouring it over her head, and body. Anything less would not have quite satisfied that dry, arid desperation. That need to drink her full body weight, and some..

Half Finishing her third class of ice cold water, condensation forming on the glass the brunette rubbed it across her forehead temple to temple, her back to the room she casually turned around towards the entry door, she’d heard a familiar someone entering.

A heavenly tone, a voice she had come to know very well. Wanted to know very well..

Lena’s guess, Being that the blonde was a staff member of the gym etc.. and that clearly many people knew her and wanted to be known by her, through her class or otherwise.

Quite a few people had said Hello, casually catching Kara’s eye. A little nod of the head in recognition from the goddess, that slight grin of her mouth. The odd glimpse of glistening white teeth as she showed her sunny disposition..

The one that always made the strong, revered by her employees. No nonsense taking CEO.. Feared by her many L-Corp investor’s..The stiff upper crust, snotty gentlemen who still believe a women’s place was in a kitchen..

Her legs spread eagle, and ready for her man, her mate. Her only duty, bare him children, a spawn.. A smile that always made Lena go weak at the knees, a slight hum of satisfaction in her voice each time she got to witness it..

Kara making a beeline for Lena, just as of course the brunette unashamedly slid the wet glass slowly down the side off her face, dragging it that little bit further once she knew the goddess was watching.

Down the side of her neck, across her chest, gliding over her collar bone.. A little show for Kara, and only Kara’s attention, and man had she reeled her in.. Hook line, and sinker..

The brunette was even sure Kara’s strut towards her had quivered a little in the knee’s on its way to her. The blondes tunnel vision, line to Lena wavering a little, cheeks red, and clearly flustered..

Lena loved this effect she had on Kara, and she knew Kara loved it too. Especially as Kara knew the quaking of the joints were many times returned to her, from the brunette..

Try as she might Kara to was struck down by Lena’s beauty. Snared without escape in those deep encasing, almost translucent green eyes. The sheer softness of her pale, English rose skin. Her almost black, shadow consuming hair, that only highlighted the beauty of her eyes. Dark, against light..

That Sharpe torturous Jawline that Kara swore could cut through bread. The streamline of the brunettes neck. Kara had noticed many times as Lena stretched her neck, chin pointing to the ceiling, the arching, circling of Lena’s head through, and to the sides, just so..

If Kara was to say she hadn’t envisioned running her tongue, kissing her lips down Lena’s neck from her ear lope slowly down, sucking at the pulse of the brunettes neck, she would most definitely, and positively be utterly lying through her shiny, immaculate teeth..

Lena’s casual hello, and Kara’s squeaked hello in return, still reeling from the brunettes little show, quickly had the blonde gathering herself. She offered Lena a drink enquiring what the brunette choice of drink was, so she could maybe order the same from the barman when he approached them..

Lena seeing a table for two, gestured for Kara to sit, join her.. Of course she did..

They ended up chatting for hours, about everything and anything. No subject matter was unapproachable. It was like they had know each other forever the conversation just flowing off their tongues, like it was second nature to them, like they had done it a million times before..

Lena had never felt so comfortable around anyone like this, she felt like she could share her deepest and darkest secrets with the blonde. So relaxed under the gaze of ice blue eyes. Unwavering and focused on Lena and only Lena. hanging off of her every word..

The building could have burned up, fallen to ashes around them and they wouldn’t have felt it.. World War three could have started, bombs going off, exploding. They wouldn’t have know..

Luckily the bar serving food, they ended up staying there for a light dinner. A couple of burgers and shared curly fries, that Kara had bright eyed, eagerly requested. Kara’s class having finished past lunch time.. they probably wouldn’t have eaten an evening meal otherwise. Not wanting to leave each other so as they may carry on their heavenly conversing..

This went on for weeks, they would chat casually for hours, each time meeting after Kara had finished her last class, which turned out to be only an hour later. Luckily for Lena as waiting around wasn’t one of her strong points..

They spoke about how they had both been adopted when they were young. Kara’s parents dying in a fire, whilst she slept at a friend’s house.

Lena tragically losing her Mother when she had not long turned 4.. Losing her father when she was a teenager to cancer, which was why she had endlessly, and painfully on some days, spent hours on end in one of her labs, trying desperately to find a cure for the dreaded life, family destroying disease..

The commonalities between them became astonishing.. How they both had a love for, of food.. Ice cream and doughnuts being a favourite for each of them, much to Kara’s absolute child like delight, which the brunette found quite endearing, special to see. Especially when it brought on that ear to ear, hugest of smiles from the goddess lips..

They found themselves comparing notes on the food they loved to eat, swapping recipes. Sharing the ways in which they would cook food, occasionally giving each other pointers on how better to cook something.. If a little of this or that was changed, or added.

How each of them loved to invent recipes, foods. How they were lovers of the just chuck anything in, as they go along sense. Giggling about the many food attempts they had mercilessly fooked up..

The tried and tested, as they say. That if it didn’t work with a bit of this bit of that, that they definitely wouldn’t cook it that way again..

They eventually perused into the outside world. It wasn’t about whether they were on a date, dating. They were in, and wanted to be in each others company.

No longer wanting to stay at the bar, its 4 walls, and food becoming that little bit repetitive, monotonous in taste. Showered from the gym, and changed into casual clothing. They would catch a taxi ride, being in a city, to one of the many local restaurants..

Lena found herself loving the way Kara would eat, the animation of it, her.. Almost, as if her body movements, gestures themselves would draw out the gloriousness of each succulent, perfect bite..

How Kara would put into words each nibble of food, like she was describing the heavens themselves.. A gleam of wonderment in her eyes, like a child for the first time visiting an ice cream store..

Of course it had nothing to do with the occasional, almost seeming orgasmic noise, or tiniest of squeaks, that would come from Kara’s mouth, lips as she tried food from a new restaurant for the first time.

One’s that Lena had suggested, that the blonde knew of, but never ventured into, but with the insistence of Lena fitting, paying the bill. The promise that Kara could get the next one..

Although on a sought after Personal Trainers pay Kara knew for sure, she could not have warranted, paid for what was on offer at these particular places.. She knew that the CEO.. often eat at them, as many a time she would talk so openly about how mouth wateringly deliciously items on the menu’s we’re. A billionaire, money not such an object for her..

How she couldn’t wait to take Kara to them, wanting to treat her, so the blonde goddess too could sample their delights.. Heavenly mixtures..

Kara begrudgingly obliging, knowing Lena would never give in and no doubt if she could have, and had mentioned she would drag Kara in by her ankles if she didn’t at least try some of the food on offer..

That also meant that Lena needed to try Kara’s favourites, a Chinese in particular.. The blonde had mentioned it so many times, with such enjoyment in her words, tone that she just couldn’t refuse..

Potstickers, which were a particular favourite of Kara’s. Her feigned, aghast shock horror look, that Lena had never tried, never even heard of them before..

A mock stab to the heart that even the word Potsticker sounded not only made up, but ridiculous in its wording, that it couldn’t truly even be food. If Lena didn’t know what a Potsticker was, that she must reside, actually live on the moon..

Funny enough after hearing the noises coming from Kara after she had eaten said Potstickers, going to said Chinese restaurant had suddenly become quite the occurrence.. It had nothing to do with the fact that the brunette herself enjoy eating them..

Like munching into a cloud. A definate apt description, if ever there was one, agreed upon by both Kara and Lena equally..

They found themselves holding each others hands across the table. Stroking each other forearms.. What had started as innocent brushing of fingers, clashing of hands as they would reach for their cutlery, condiments, Salt and Peppers, in the middle of their tables..

That longing of, Undressing of eyes. Stares they would give each other across the tables.. Sweet goodbyes, that turned into chased cheek kisses and just that little bit extra long of a hug as they inevitably said their goodnights. Longing, wanting for so much more.. Feet touching under the table, brushing of knee’s that would turn into stroking of shins, with an un-shoed foot..

On one particular day at the Chinese restaurant Kara had purposefully picked an out of the way booth, seated table, the blonde requesting to sit next to Lena instead of opposite her.. A hand that had started at Lena’s knee stroking circles, with a shy, yet questioning glace of hooded eyes from Kara, silently asking the brunettes permission for the hand to wonder further up her inner thigh..

Circles becoming oblong in shape as the blonde reached further along the CEO’s.. thigh her stretch almost impatient in her quest for, towards Lena’s center..

Then a request from Kara that she may kiss the CEO.. Their lips touching ever so slightly, a gentle breath on each of their lips as they lingered from the kiss their lips softly coursing over each others. Desperate for the other to not pull away from this wonderful, beautiful, first true blissful kiss....

Their eyes opening, as they searched for each others gaze pulling away ever so slightly, millimetres apart, yet feeling like a gap the size of the Grand Canyon could pass between them..

That desperate need for their lips to be close again, this time with heated wanton behind them. Like if they didn’t kiss again, keep kissing, the very air that they breathe would be taken from them.

An electricity coursing through their bodies, a surge of fire, raging, wanting and needing to touch, feel more of the other again, and again..

Lena’s hands, one squeezing along the bench, stretching to Kara’s lower back. The other surging up, reaching to pass through the blondes hairline. Kara’s ponytail gone, unwound, as she’d wash it, her hair from showering. Lena’s fingers threading the strands, fisting, and pulling for stronger purchase..

She wants the goddess closer, needs her so much closer. Their lips now clashing with abandonment, feverish with desire..

Kara’s circling hand on Lena’s thigh speeding to the finish line, patience diminished, gone. She strokes along the CEO's.. center. Although two layers, damn two layers, of clothing between the goddesses fingers and Lena’s hot, and some what joyously sensitive mound.

Her jeans so tight she can feel every finger tip, teasingly planned movement Kara hand is making. A pulse screaming through her entire body from her toes, to each strands of her hair..

Her heart beating so fiercely if she didn’t know any better she would see it jumping, pulsing under her skin, rattling at her ribs. Deathly beating in her eardrums. A mixture of nervousness, and wanting to jump Kara’s bones in the middle of this very restaurant.. and she knows Kara is feeling exactly the same..

She can see it in the blondes eyes.. Dark hooded, frenzied, almost rabid in her desperation to reach into Lena’s center, pass over. Remove her clothing. Feel the very everything of her slickness. Of Lena’s very being, essence, on and around her fingers.

Digging deep into her pussy, her arousal.. and she knows its all for her. Her juices, to touch, to taste..

To slide through the brunettes vulva, her lips. To pound her fingers into, wanting so much to give Lena that ultimate climax, she so desires and needs..

To hear the brunette say Kara’s name, breathlessly screamed from the tip of her tongue, over, and over again. Giving Lena the best orgasm’s of her life.

Because for Lena. Her adored beauty. One would never be enough, she wants to give the CEO.. the ultimate satisfaction.. Ultimate Everything..