OvercomingtheNeed (6 page)

With Naomie in the corner blocked by Mia and with the
waist-high wall of the enclosure hiding her lower body, no one could see what
Mia was doing. Lacking entertainment, the crowd dissipated, leaving Naomie and
Mia to stare at the cages alone.

Ted left the enclosure and headed for them. “Hello again.
Are you ladies interested in one of our puppies?”

Mia smiled at the man. “I already have a pussy.”

“Oh.” Ted’s smile wavered. “Do you?”

“Yes. Well, she’s not really mine. I take care of her from
time to time but that almost makes her mine since she’s over at my house so
much. She’s a cute black pussy and she’s so soft. Friendly too. But only with
people she knows. When she wants attention, she pushes and rubs against me.”

Naomie bumped against Mia. She kept her attention on the
puppies barking and wrestling with one another.

Mia slipped her finger lower so she rubbed Naomie’s clit.
“She’s playful too.”

Ted asked, “Is she?”

“She loves my fingers.”

“A lot of cats do.”

“Her especially.” Mia strummed Naomie’s clit in a quick
flicking motion.

Naomie cooed…at the puppies. Or that’s how it would look to
a passerby. She really wanted to let out a pleased moan and lift her leg so Mia
could rub her pussy properly. But this was a little tease.

Mia said, “The more I stroke her, the louder she purrs. She
purrs loud too. Are pussies supposed to be loud like that?”

Ted chuckled as he nodded. “Some are. Like an engine motor,
right?”

“Exactly. Just purring her little head off until I stop.”
She slipped her hand away.

Naomie made a perturbed noise and glanced at Mia, not at all
happy the woman didn’t keep going.

Mia smiled at Naomie. “And then she pouts. Such a spoiled
little thing, wanting me to play with her all the time.”

Ted looked from Mia to Naomie and then back. “Uh huh.”

“The puppies are cute though. I hope they find good homes.”
Mia grabbed Naomie’s hand and led her out of the store.

Both women were giggling before they crossed the threshold.
Naomie leaned close to Mia and said, “Your black pussy still wants to play.”

“I know she does but we need to find the right place.” She
made a thinking noise. “I want to take my time and not have to worry about
irate clerks.”

“What about Clay?”

“Oh!” Mia kissed Naomie’s cheek. “You are a genius. Let’s
go.” Mia guided the way at a quick pace while Naomie laughed.

They had to go to the second floor and across the mall for
their destination. Clay was an old friend made during Naomie and Mia’s many
mall trips. The picture studio where he worked was dark and the doors were
closed when they arrived. The sign said the studio had moved to a new and
bigger location on the other side of the mall.

Mia cursed as she sucked her teeth. “So much for that.”

Naomie peered into the darkness. A faint light was on in the
back. “Wait.” She knocked on the glass.

“No one is here, mamí.”

Naomie knocked harder, doing the shave-and-a-haircut rhythm.
The light got brighter as a door in the back opened.

Clay stuck his head around the corner, saw them, grinned
wide and then rushed to the door. He unlocked it and pushed it open. “My two
favorite ladies. How goes it?”

Mia held up the front of Naomie’s skirt, displaying Naomie’s
wet pussy lips.

“That good, huh? Come on in.” He stepped to the side and
propped the door open more.

“Thanks,” Mia and Naomie chorused together.

Clay closed and locked the door behind them. “I was just
thinking about you two. Perfect timing.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” Naomie asked with a knowing grin. “And
for that matter, when did this place move?”

“Business is booming so we needed a bigger space. A location
opened up and corporate pounced on it. The new place got all new everything but
the old stuff has to be inventoried to either be shipped to another store or
sold. I got the job.” He shrugged.

Mia said, “Lucky for us then. Naomie and I need a place to fuck.
We thought you wouldn’t mind accommodating us.”

“You thought right.” Clay waved them to follow him.
“Everyone is at the other location. Only I have the keys to this place. My
camera is ready.”

“That’s not the only thing.” Naomie squeezed his ass. Some
light flirting that wouldn’t amount to anything because Clay wasn’t her type.
He was cute. That kind of puppy-dog, carry-your-books-to-class cute that kept
him friend-zoned until a girl decided she wanted to date a good guy.

But he was the silent type people always warned about. The
unassuming type with a naughty side that would get him laid more often if he
had a more aggressive personality…and said no to that third helping and got
some more sun. He was a voyeur with a camera. If not for Naomie and Mia and
women like them to quench his appetite, he might have developed into a peeping
tom with a telescopic lens.

Clay preferred his own images to the ones found on the
internet and he never lacked for models. It was the friend vibe he gave off,
which he didn’t fake. Clay was a genuinely good guy who wouldn’t say boo to a
mouse. Despite that, Naomie could imagine Clay slowly talking the women out of
their clothes. He had that soft, soothing voice that became almost hypnotic
until he stumbled over a word and shattered the mood.

The women would find that shy quality of his endearing. They
would remove more and more clothing because he was nice and flattered them.
They would go from being hesitant and nervous to eager and bold, enjoying
erotic poses and masturbating with the plethora of toys that would suddenly
appear all for Clay’s photo-taking pleasure. But that was what Naomie imagined.
Clay might just ask the women to do it without any lead-in and have them agree
or chew him out for his presumption. She could imagine the second scenario as
easily as the first.

Clay grinned over his shoulder at her. “I’m really happy you
ladies stopped by. My now ex-girlfriend recently went nuclear and deleted the
hard drive with all my pictures on it.”

Naomie blinked in surprise. “All of them?”

“
All
of them. I didn’t have any backups, which was
stupid.”

“Very,” Mia and Naomie said together.

“Yeah, yeah. But it’s not like I wanted to put them on a web
storage.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Naomie nodded. “Good point but a DVD or backup hard drive
might have saved you some heartache.”

“True. Or I could just shoot new ones.” He opened the door
to the last studio. “Voilà.”

Mia asked, “So what set her off and why your hard drive?”

Clay sighed and shook his head. “I got careless. I put my pictures
of her in the same master folder as my pictures of my other…let’s call them
clients.”

Naomie said, “I don’t mind being called a client.”

“So yeah. She found the other pics and got pissed since she
figured out they weren’t downloaded. The filenames gave it away.” He dropped
his head. “I put the studio name and session numbers.”

“Not smart.” Naomie patted his shoulder.

“I know. Believe me, I’m kicking myself in the ass every day
for not being more clever, but it was my computer. I didn’t think she would be
on it but she really wanted to see the pics I took of her and didn’t wait for
me to show them to her. After she realized she wasn’t the first woman to have
pictures done here, she got pissed.”

Mia entered the studio and tossed her purse on a nearby chair.
“That’s sad and all. I really feel for you but we came here to fuck. If you
want to take pictures, I suggest you hurry up.” She crooked her finger at
Naomie.

Blunt but true. The time for teasing and pleasantries was
over. Naomie swung her purse and shopping bag in the direction of Mia’s purse,
not caring if they made it. Her attention was for Mia’s lips and how Mia wet
them, sliding her tongue slowly over one then the other as she watched Naomie
approach.

They wrapped their arms around each other, pressed their
breasts and slanted their mouths together. Naomie’s contented purr as their
tongues touched matched Mia’s. The moment of languid bliss, savoring the kiss
and enjoying the closeness, lasted a few seconds before Mia snatched at her
blouse in a bid to unbutton it. That seemed to take too long because she pulled
it over her head, breaking her kiss with Naomie long enough to get it free, and
then returning.

Naomie wanted to laugh at Mia’s frantic state but she felt
the same urgency. She started to take off her dress but Mia unlaced the V-neck
and spread it wide instead. Only when their nipples glided over each other did
the frenzy abate long enough for Naomie and Mia to indulge in another long
kiss.

Clay said, “Ladies, ladies, hold up a sec. Let me get my
camera out and the lights set up.” He rushed out of the room. “Give me a
second.”

Mia stared into Naomie’s eyes, panting. “Too slow and I’ve
been craving this all day.”

Naomie trailed her fingers over Mia’s cheeks. “Me too.”

“All day?”

With a smirk, Naomie said, “Since I left Dane’s office.”

“That’s what I thought.” Mia captured Naomie’s lips for
another kiss while slipping her hand down to Naomie’s slit. She rubbed the
flats of her fingers between her lower lips in a quick petting gesture that
excited Naomie’s clit.

Naomie sucked in a breath so she could whimper her need.

Clay said, “Back. I just need a second to—and you’ve already
started. Right. Could you pause or something?”

Mia made an annoyed noise but backed up a step. She put
distance between her and Naomie but that didn’t end her rubbing of Naomie’s
nub.

“Okay. Guess that’s as good as it gets. I won’t be a moment.
I promise.” Clay rushed around the room, doing what he needed to get the
pictures he wanted.

None of it interested Naomie. She stared at Mia’s lips and
wanted to taste them again. Leaning forward to do just that didn’t get her
anywhere because Mia retreated with a mischievous grin. Naomie pouted.

Mia moved her fingers faster and cupped Naomie’s left breast
with her free hand. She kneaded her way to Naomie’s nipple ring so she could
tug on it.

“Ready.” Clay snapped a picture to punctuate his words.

“Are you ready?” Mia asked that question close to Naomie’s
mouth, keeping the scant distance between them when Naomie would have closed
it. “Hm?”

Naomie rasped, “Yes. More than ready. You know that.”

Mia tapped her hand against Naomie’s slit. The wet clapping
noise drowned out the click of the camera. “Juicy. Just the way I like it.” Mia
pressed forward for a quick kiss. She sucked Naomie’s lips, drew back with a
smile and then sank to her knees.

Naomie widened her stance without prompting. She also tugged
her dress over her head and flung it aside. Staring down at Mia kneeling before
her, Naomie took shallow breaths. She didn’t know what to do with her hands.
Open her pussy for Mia’s tongue, pet Mia’s hair, fondle her breasts—again the
need for more than two hands arose.

The indecision plaguing Naomie didn’t affect Mia, who
skimmed her tongue between Naomie’s lower lips. Naomie yipped. Mia did it again
and then smiled up at Naomie before she latched on to her clit for a rapid
tongue bath.

Knees quaking and panting hard, Naomie wasn’t sure she could
stay standing. It would be nice if she had a wall to lean against at least.
Instead she stood in the middle of a room with Clay circling her and Mia and no
option but to endure the pleasurable torture.

Her enjoyment helped Naomie decide where to put her hands.
She fondled her nipple ring with one and rested the other on Mia’s head. Mia
stared up at Naomie as she continued laving her pussy with affection.

Clay said, “Excuse me. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Naomie shifted her heavy-lidded gaze to him. Hard to pretend
when he kept talking. He stooped behind Mia and lifted her skirt. When he let
it go, it fell back into place. Mia snatched it away from him when he lifted it
a second time. She shoved the skirt down to her knees and did a little march in
place to get it off.

“Sorry about that. Keep going.” Clay continued snapping
pictures, targeting Mia’s ass.

Mia rolled her eyes with an annoyed grunt but didn’t let the
minor interruption break her stride. She alternated between sucking on Naomie’s
clit and running her tongue the full length of Naomie’s pussy. For one stroke,
Mia lifted up on her knees. She dragged her tongue up to Naomie’s navel and
then down again.

When she did it a second time, Naomie gripped Mia’s hair to
keep her from going back down. Mia smiled as she continued her trek up to
Naomie’s breasts. She flicked her tongue over Naomie’s right nipple, chuckling
at her kittenish squeak. Nosing Naomie’s hand out of the way, Mia wrapped her
lips around her left nipple.

She played her tongue over the dangling ruby and then tried
to slip the tip of her tongue through the hoop. Naomie arched into Mia’s mouth
with a happy groan. She reached down Mia’s body, wanting to share her
satisfaction, but her arms weren’t long enough to reach Mia’s pussy. She
settled on massaging Mia’s breasts.

Each time Naomie squeezed Mia’s nipples, Mia nibbled.
Rubbing got a responding swirl from Mia’s tongue. Tugging resulted in Mia
catching Naomie’s nipple ring in her teeth and returning the favor. The play
became a sort of game to get Mia to do what Naomie wanted. From the way Mia
chuckled, Naomie figured Mia had had the same thought.

Mia allowed it to continue until she had Naomie panting and
bouncing in place. She pulled back and trailed her mouth up to Naomie’s for a
licking kiss. In a husky voice, she said, “Down.”

Naomie looked around.

Clay asked quickly, “What? What do you need?”

“Is this floor clean?”

“I’ve got something for that. Hold on.” Clay rushed out of
the room again.