Tiffany dried the last of her tears in anticipation of Vicki’s arrival. However, when Vicki did arrive, her eyes were still red.
“Have you been crying?” she asked.
“A little,” Tiffany admitted hesitantly.
“Come on. Let’s go to the dayroom.”
Tiffany followed Vicki. As soon as they were seated at what was becoming their chatting table, Vicki asked, “So what made my little Tiffy cry tonight?”
“I miss my kids and my freedom. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably go completely out of my mind.”
“Oh, that’s really kind of you, but I think you’re a lot tougher than you give yourself credit for.”
Tiffany smiled.
Vicki smiled back, then asked, “Would some of that vanilla soda you love cheer you up?”
“Sure. Only if you have any to spare without putting yourself out. I don’t want to seem like I’m taking advantage of your kindness and generosity.”
“You’re not,” Vicki assured her. “Be right back.”
When she returned with the soda, Tiffany drank it greedily while Vicki eyed her with the usual intensity.
“Tell me about yourself,” said Tiffany. “What’s your family like?”
“I have a good family. I have a sister and a brother. My parents own a pharmaceutical company. I sometimes help out on my days off. What about your family?”
Tiffany told Vicki a little about Gabriel and her parents. “My dad delivers office supplies and my mother has an online store selling fabric and sewing supplies. They do ok.”
After a few more minutes of small talk, Tiffany set off to work. She had just finished mopping the shower room floor when Vicki entered the room and gingerly made her way to where Tiffany stood to wring the mop out in the yellow bucket. When she stood up, she found lust abundant in Vicki’s dark eyes.
“All set?” Vicki asked.
Tiffany nodded, unsure of what to do or say. She was both nervous and excited by Vicki’s intense, lust-filled gaze. Not even the men she’d been with had ever eyed her so hungrily. She felt herself begin to tremble. The next thing she knew she was being backed up against the steel countertops and sinks as Vicki threw her arms around her, squeezed her tightly, and firmly planted her lips upon her own. Her breath caught in her throat. She was shocked by the sudden fierceness of Vicki’s advancement, yet in no time at all, waves of pleasure began to sweep throughout her body, relaxing her, sending delicious tingling sensations to her most private areas.
Vicki hiked her dress up just as she sat her down on the countertop between two sinks. The coolness from the metal seeped through her cotton panties which Vicki then began to tug at. “We’ve got ourselves a little obstacle here,” she said, trying to remain patient. “Here, lift up so I can slip these off.”
Tiffany placed her palms at her sides and pushed herself upward, allowing her panties to be slid off. Vicki placed them on the countertop beside her, knelt down, and dove hungrily between her legs. She leaned back against the wall, savoring in the delightful sensations as Vicki licked and sucked at her pussy. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
Vicki teased her desperately throbbing clitty with a trail of kisses that ran along her inner thighs from her pussy to her knees. Then Vicki stood up and slipped her hands up under her dress to caress her round, supple breasts. “They feel so wonderful,” she said.
“I’m glad you think so, but I need you to finish what you started down here,” Tiffany told her, pointing between her legs.
“Oh, I’m going to. Count on it, girl,” said Vicki with a playful wink, dropping once again to her knees.
In minutes, Tiffany was surprised by just how hard she came. Her body shuddered so violently, her heartbeat thundered in her chest, her breathing was ragged. She was pleasantly lightheaded by the time the orgasm finally rode itself out, leaving her feeling both spent and content.
Vicki continued to lick away until her own sought-after orgasm released her pent-up passion. When she was satisfied, she stood up, licking her lips clean of Tiffany’s sweet pussy juice. “Oh, that was good,” she said with a breathy smile. “Really, really good.”
“It was,” Tiffany agreed.
Once Vicki’s breathing returned to normal, a look of seriousness crossed her dark, distinct features. She came towards Tiffany and nudged herself between her legs as she wrapped her arms around the small of her back. “So,” she said, “you gonna keep our little rendezvous to yourself?”
“Of course,” Tiffany said, planting a kiss in the hollow of Vicki’s neck.
“Good. It would certainly be better that way. Especially while you’re still here. Afterward, it won’t matter.”
“I understand,” Tiffany assured her.
“Ok, Tiffy Tiff. Time to get you back to your room.”
Vicki stepped back and Tiffany slid off the counter and into her panties. Then Vicki pulled something from her pocket. “For you,” she said, holding something in a clenched, outstretched hand.
“What’s that?” Tiffany asked, instinctively extending her hand. A small tube of her favorite strawberry-kiwi lip gloss fell into her outstretched palm. “Oh, thank you!”
“You’re quite welcome.”
Tiffany turned to the aluminum mirror and put some on.
“Taste good?”
Tiffany nodded appreciatively.
“I wish I could take you home with me at the end of my shift,” Vicki said longingly.
“I wish you could, too. I wish we could stop by my mom’s, get my kids, then go to your place, but I don’t know if you’d dig the idea of someone else’s kids. Then again, I suppose it’s rather premature to discuss such matters.”
“It’s not,” Vicki said as they began the walk back to where the cells were. “I’d actually like that very much so long as the mother was you.”
Tiffany smiled, flattered. “I’ve never taken to anyone quite so fast, I must admit.”
“Me neither,” said Vicki, gently grasping hold of Tiffany’s arm to bring her to a halt before rounding the corner of the V where the cells were. She turned so that they were facing one another and kissed her one last time. The two then pulled back and smiled softly at one another. Tiffany’s hand reached out to graze Vicki’s cheek, full lips, and then to run her fingers through a few strands of her hair before she was led back to her cell where she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
From there on out, they settled into a routine. Tiffany would sleep most of the day, eagerly anticipating Vicki’s arrival when she awoke. Vicki would let her out of her cell and they would chat while Tiffany drank the vanilla soda Vicki would bring her. Then Tiffany would do her job as quickly as she could so the two of them could enjoy more chatter and some lovemaking for an hour or so before Tiffany would be locked down and go to bed. The intimacy, of course, was very limited given their surroundings. They had to do the best they could with their clothes on, but Tiffany eventually learned it was best to leave her panties behind.
Her parents and the kids visited twice a week. Regina visited once a week, occasionally accompanied by Gabriel since inmates were allowed only three visits per week. She wanted to honor Vicki’s wishes about discretion, so until she was released she didn’t say anything more than there being “a guard she liked very much and had pleasant chats with.”
Vicki’s nights off were hard on Tiffany. With nothing to look forward to, it made the days seem even longer.
ns216.73.216.254da2
