Chapter 3
Joanne watched Darcey's smile soften her features.
There was something compelling about the ballerina, something she just couldn't put her finger on.
Darcey cupped her hands around Joanne's face, and the younger girl felt shivers down her spine.
Darcey gently pressed her lips to Joanne's, and they kissed slowly. Joanne pulled back and nibbled Darcey's lower lip, listening to the older woman's breathing quicken.
Then she moved back in and kissed her fervently, letting their tongues mingle. Darcey moaned quietly into the kiss and Joanne felt the vibration go through her whole body.
Joanne almost pounced on Darcey, pushing her backwards onto the sofa. Darcey gasped, and then wrapped her slim legs around the younger girl's lower body, securing her in place.
Darcey let her hands roam over Joanne's arse. She felt the silky material of the dress under her fingers and Darcey desperately wanted to rip it open to expose Joanne's beautiful body, but she knew she mustn't.
Instead, she slid her hands underneath the fabric, in awe of Joanne's warm skin.
She looked down fondly at the younger girl.
Joanne looked back up at her, a smile pulling at her lips.
She made her way up the older woman's body until she reached Darcey's face, and then Joanne stroked a finger down her jawline, causing the older woman to shiver at her touch.
'Everything just slips away' Darcey thought, her mind full of Joanne, not caring that she was married. She only thought of Joanne and her beauty.
The room span, half because of the wine, half because of Joanne.
The younger girl lifted Darcey's dress, her hands rising upwards towards her chest.
Darcey arched her back as Joanne fondled her small breasts, letting a moan escape her.
Joanne moved her arms around Darcey, unzipping the back of the older woman's dress with skilful fingers.
She sat back and watched Darcey wriggle out of her dress, trying not to lick her lips at the sight of her slim, muscled body.
Darcey's eyes found hers, and Joanne leant forward, cupping the older woman's breasts and letting her tongue explore Darcey's body.
Joanne placed teasing kisses down the ballerina's stomach, making colour rise to Darcey's cheeks.
The blonde felt for Darcey's vagina, finding it wet. Joanne glanced upwards at Darcey who was flushed.
Darcey looked down at Joanne. 'God she's beautiful' she thought.
Carefully, the younger girl lowered herself so that could see Darcey's dripping pussy.
She swirled her tongue over the older woman's vagina, taking care to purposefully avoid her throbbing clit.
Darcey moaned at the teasing, "please Jo,"
Joanne smirked slightly, "I want to hear you beg for it."
"Please Jo," Darcey whined, "I want you to finger me and lick me."
"Well," Joanne murmured, "since you asked so damn nicely."
Without warning, Joanne thrust three fingers into Darcey's warm pussy.
The brown haired woman cried out and pulled Joanne's head further towards her vagina, urging her to suck her clit.
Joanne obeyed, realising that the ballerina had some sort of control over her. Darcey's moaning spurred the younger girl on, and Joanne dipped her head so she could get better access to Darcey's pussy.
The older woman dragged her nails across Joanne's arse, knowing it would leave red marks.
The blonde whimpered, but Darcey hushed her by lifting Joanne's head and leaning down to kiss her forcefully.
Darcey pulled away for air, breathing heavily.
She ran a finger over the younger girl's lips, claiming them for her own. "You're doing awfully well, darling," Darcey murmured huskily.
Joanne shuddered, Darcey's tone of voice increasing her arousal.
"You like it?" Joanne asked, innocence clear in her voice.
"I love it - you're being a very good girl for me, aren't you?"
"Yes mistress, I am," Joanne replied without thinking.
The older woman's eyes widened.
"Mistress?" She asked Joanne coyly.
Joanne looked suddenly shy, "if you'd like..."
Darcey tilted the younger girl's head upwards, sucking the skin on her neck gently. "Yes darling, I'd like that very much."