Mara lifted her head, her orange eyes meeting the place where Alice's gaze should have been, behind the blindfold.
"I'm sorry, Alice… but I can't stop anymore," she confessed—and it was the truth.
The last remnants of her self-control, already worn down by a day full of strangeness, tension, and discoveries, completely fell apart.
Without waiting for a response, Mara buried her face between Alice's breasts once more, inhaling her scent of roses and faint sweat, which wrapped around her like an intoxicating mist.
Her hands grew bolder as well: she squeezed firmly, feeling the nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of the dress, responding to every touch as if they had a life of their own.
Alice arched her back slightly, a low moan slipping from her lips and vibrating against Mara's cheek.
She's… so soft, so perfect, Mara thought as she slowly and deliberately licked a path from Alice's collarbone down to the edge of her dress.
Alice didn't protest. Instead, her hands slid up to the nape of Mara's neck, tangling in her orange hair with a possessive tenderness, guiding her with a subtle but insistent pressure that only fed the fire.
"Keep going… don't stop, my girl," Alice gasped, her voice hoarse with sudden desire, broken as if every word cost her a delicious effort.
Mara smiled against her warm skin, intoxicated by the intimacy of the moment.
As her fingers skillfully undid the first buttons of Alice's dress, the fabric parted just enough to reveal her full, generous breasts, crowned with pink, erect nipples exposed to the cool air of the alley.
The light breeze brushed over them, making them stiffen even more, and Mara couldn't resist leaning in to gently suck one, circling her tongue around it while her free hand massaged the other.
The risk pulsed in the air like a living heartbeat: distant market voices calling out offers and laughter, the occasional footsteps on the main street drawing nearer and then fading away.
Anyone could turn the corner at any moment, drawn by a sound or simple curiosity.
"Shh… stay still, Alice. Don't make any noise or they'll hear us," Mara murmured softly and playfully, lifting her head to look at Alice's flushed face as she lightly pinched one nipple, making Alice let out a muffled moan and bite her lower lip to hold herself back.
"B-but… dear…" Alice whispered, her body betraying her as it arched toward Mara's hands, seeking more contact, her hips moving faintly in anticipation.
Mara silenced her with a tender yet passionate kiss, her soft lips pressing against Alice's as her tongue explored the older woman's mouth, savoring her taste.
At the same time, one of Mara's hands slid down Alice's torso, tracing the curve of her soft belly before slipping beneath her skirt to find the damp heat between her thighs.
Alice wasn't wearing any underwear, and Mara's fingers easily found swollen, soaked lips, slick with arousal.
Look how wet you are… just for me, Mara thought with admiration and a shiver of pleasure as she slowly pushed two fingers into the warm, welcoming slickness.
Alice shuddered softly, a sigh escaping against Mara's mouth as her hips instinctively moved into the sweet touch.
Mara followed her rhythm tenderly, sliding in and out with fluid motions, exploring every fold.
"Yes… touch me more, just like that," Alice pleaded, her voice trembling with desire, her hands gripping Mara's shoulders like anchors.
Mara moved her fingers in a slow, sensual rhythm at first, curling them to brush that sensitive spot inside her, while her thumb caressed the swollen clit in soft, persistent circles.
The wet sounds of her movements filled the alley—obscene and tempting—a rhythmic slick sound that seemed amplified by the relative silence.
My heart is pounding so hard… but I can't stop, it feels too good, Mara thought as she sped up slightly, lost in their shared pleasure, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.
"Imagine if they saw us… like this, so close to each other, touching," Mara whispered into Alice's ear, her hot breath brushing sensitive skin and sending waves of pleasure through her.
Alice let out a soft moan, her inner walls tightening more strongly around Mara's fingers as she drew closer to the edge.
"Please… don't stop! I love how you make me feel," Alice begged, forgetting the risk for a moment, her nails lightly digging into Mara's back.
Mara gently withdrew her fingers, licking them with a low moan as she tasted Alice's sweet juices, leaving the woman panting and aching, her eyes shining behind the blindfold.
"Take off your dress… I want to see more of you, please. You're so beautiful," Mara asked in a pleading voice, her orange eyes glowing with pure excitement as she helped Alice slide the fabric down.
With hands trembling from anticipation, Alice obeyed, letting the dress slip from her shoulders to her waist, exposing her bare torso to the open air of the alley.
Her breasts swayed with the movement, nipples hard as stone beneath the light breeze.
Mara admired her for a long moment, mesmerized by her mature curves, her smooth skin dotted with beads of sweat.
Then, carefully, she helped her recline against the sturdiest crate, legs open toward the mouth of the alley, exposing her glistening cunt.
"Now… touch yourself for me… please, let me see you enjoy it," Mara begged, kneeling between her legs without touching her yet, biting her lower lip in pure lust, her hands shaking with need.
Alice, completely surrendered to the shared moment, lowered a hand to her soaked cunt, spreading her outer lips with two fingers to expose her throbbing, pink clit.
She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, moaning softly with each pass, while her other hand kneaded one of her breasts, gently pinching the nipple.
Mara watched, hypnotized, growing hotter by the second at the erotic sight: Alice masturbating in that semi-hidden place, so vulnerable and beautiful under the dim light, her juices glistening in the shadows.
"Keep going… you're so sexy, don't stop," Mara whispered against her skin, deliriously aroused by the imminent danger, her own breathing ragged.
Alice suddenly tensed, her body convulsing in a silent but intense orgasm as waves of pleasure tore through her. Jets of squirt burst forcefully from her cunt, splashing across the uneven stone ground and over Mara's boots in hot, abundant arcs.
Her eyes rolled beneath the blindfold, her body shaking uncontrollably in pure ecstasy, a long, muffled moan escaping as she bit down on her fist.
God, that's so hot! Watching her come like that… it drives me crazy, Mara thought, burning with uncontrollable desire.
She stood up on trembling legs, quickly shedding her own skirt and panties in one smooth motion, exposing her shaved, slick cunt—swollen, dripping with excitement.
"Now… lick me, please. I need you so much, Alice," she begged in a broken, pleading voice, gently guiding Alice's head toward her throbbing center.
Alice eagerly rose, burying her face between Mara's legs without hesitation, licking with passionate hunger—flat, wide tongue over her sensitive clit, delicately sucking her juicy lips, slipping the flexible tip inside her slick warmth.
Mara gently grabbed her hair, moving her hips in a slow, undulating rhythm at first, moaning softly without shame as she let the pleasure wash over her, until Alice decided it had been enough and stood up.
"You're incredible, my girl… I've never felt anything this intense," Alice whispered, kissing Mara's sweaty neck with tender lips as they hastily dressed.
"And you… I can't believe what we just did right here. It was amazing," Mara replied with a radiant smile, stealing one last long, tender kiss, their tongues brushing once more.
After pulling apart, the taste of the kiss still on their lips and the shared heat pulsing in the narrow alley, Alice and Mara exchanged a look full of complicity.
"We should go back," Alice murmured, her voice a practical sigh that broke the intimate spell.
Mara simply nodded and followed Alice, who now carried both bags—since it was obvious Mara was in no condition to carry even one.
I definitely want to live like this forever, Mara thought as she left the alley beside Alice.