Deux by Em Petrova

 

     
    Deux by Em Petrova
     
    Breathless Press
    Calgary, Alberta
    www.breathlesspress.com
     
    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
    persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
    Deux
    Copyright© 2011 Em Petrova
    ISBN: 978-1-926930-27-5
    Cover Artist: Victoria Miller
    Editor: Michayla Hart
     
    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
     
    Breathless Press
    www.breathlesspress.com
     

     
     

     

     
    The water in the adjoining locker room shower stall roared to life just as Jane lathered the creamy body wash between her palms. Her muscles hummed with a sweet mixture of energy and exhaustion after her kickboxing class.
    Her husband thought her decision to take up the morning class in addition to her regular morning run crazy. But after the solitude of her run, she craved the social atmosphere the gym offered. Her kids were in school full time, and her charity work only took up so much dead time. Plus, there was the added allure of Margot Holt. But she couldn’t tell her husband that.
    The recent divorcee’s twins were in third grade with Jane’s daughter. She and Margot exchanged pleasantries, but when Jane watched Margot’s full, sexy ass in tight workout pants, Jane walked out of kickboxing class hotter than her workout ever made her.
    She smoothed the soap over her flesh, circling her breasts slowly, teasing the small nubs by avoiding them. A trickle of fluid slipped from her pussy as she fantasized trapping Margot alone after class. Jane leaned against the shower wall and stifled her moan as she pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, stretching them with visions of Margot’s mouth wrapped around them. She had the prettiest mouth Jane had ever seen on a woman, wide and pink and luscious. How would it feel to kiss her?
    Using the flat of her hands, she chaffed her hard nipples. A permanent throb took up residence low in her belly; an ache that couldn’t be relieved by her husband’s long cock. In the past year, Jane had begun to dream about a woman, of soft breasts and full thighs, of the sweet taste of a woman she hadn’t experienced since her college days.
    And voluptuous Margot tormented her at every turn—at school events in her sexy fitted jeans and at the grocery store with her long, dark hair piled on top of her head and face stunning despite the lack of makeup. Now they shared a kickboxing class. If only Jane could bridge the gulf between idle chit-chat and asking her to sit on her face.
    She dipped two fingers into her slit, finding it soaking. She teased the bare outer lips, envisioning Margot’s slender fingers with the short oval nails.
    The water in the adjoining shower shut off. Damn . Without the roar of water, her moans wouldn’t go unheard. And she was an important figure in the community. She couldn’t finger-fuck herself in the locker room shower.
    With a sigh, Jane rinsed off; she’d have plenty of time this morning to use her new vibrator before her husband’s regular lunchtime phone call.
    A faint, melodious humming reached her ears, causing a jolt to ripple through her. Was that Margot’s voice?
    She peeked around the plastic shower curtain and saw the ripe globes of Margot’s naked backside.
    Jane jumped from the shower, grabbed her towel and hummed the second bar of the song in tune with her. Margot spun, wet hair snapping around her nude form like dark whips. Her tits jiggled deliciously.
    “Hi,” Margot said, a dark blush climbing her throat and cheeks.
    Jane’s pussy throbbed at the sight. She wanted to take her in her arms and kiss that soft skin, to lick the water droplets from her.
    “I’ve seen you around a lot