Quantum Entanglement

by Katherine-T katherine-t@earthlink.net
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T/www/


The photograph is not sharp, the colors dulled as if a gray veil
covers everything, although the room is apparently suffused in
daylight. The two women are lying on a pale blue sofa, one woman
above the other, both women with dark blonde hair, their mouths
pressed one against the other as they kiss.

Above the back of the sofa, the lower part of a painting can be
seen, but nothing in the painting is distinct. Both women are
about thirty years old, although the woman on top appears a few
years older. The younger woman has her head on a blue and white
checked pillow; she wears light blue jeans, or at least trousers
that look like jeans, but above the waist she is naked, her right
breast fully revealed, her left breast covered by the torso of
the woman above her. The younger woman wears a bracelet or a
watch on her right wrist, the bracelet or watch having fallen
down an inch or two on her forearm towards her elbow, since her
right forearm is raised vertical as her right hand grasps the
small bare breast of the older woman.

The older woman wears only underwear, light red panties and a red
bra apparently pulled up to uncover her breasts, although because
her torso is too close to the body of the woman below her, her
chest is not seen except for part of her left breast, the breast
grasped almost completely by the hand of the younger woman.

The kiss is open-mouthed, and the tongue of the older woman is
visible as it pushes into the open mouth of the younger woman.
The long hair of the older woman has fallen forward to touch the
forehead of the younger woman.

Now the older woman slides her mouth across the glistening wet
mouth of the other woman, then lifts her head and apparently says
something. The younger woman frowns and appears unhappy. Words
pass between them, and the younger woman turns her head to face
the back of the sofa. The older woman pulls away and sits up, and
in a moment the other woman shifts her body and does the same and
the two women now sit close side by side, the older woman seated
on the left side of the other woman, who wears only her jeans,
her feet bare.

The older woman slides her right arm around the other woman's
shoulders and she uses her left hand to turn the face of the
younger woman in order to kiss her again. As the kiss continues,
the older woman drops her hand from the chin of the younger
woman, and she slides her hand down to the right breast of the
younger woman, her palm closing over the breast as she takes the
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Their torsos move
slightly, then the kiss ends and the older woman pulls away and
the hand holding the breast drops to the waist of the jeans.

Immediately, the younger woman pushes the hand away, and then the
younger woman uses both her hands to unbutton and unzip the front
of her jeans. When the top button is undone and the zipper pulled
down completely, the two women work together to pull at the jeans
to remove them, pushing and tugging the tight jeans down the
younger woman's hips and thighs and legs, and finally the older
woman pulls the jeans away from the other woman's bare feet and
then tosses the jeans to the side on the carpet.

For the first time the painting above the back of the sofa is
completely visible and its details clear. The painting (it might
be an oil painting or it might be an acrylic painting) is a
careful study of a woman seated on a carpet in what appears to be
a living room, a lit lamp in the background, two green-leaved
plants, and behind the plant on the left a fireplace. Behind the
woman, on the right, is an easy chair, and over her right
shoulder, partly visible in the distance, there appears a door
(or a dark alcove). The woman wears underwear, a white bra, white
panties, white stockings with lace tops at mid-thigh, and black
high-heeled pumps. Although the room has an apparent wall-to-wall
carpet, a small oval carpet with a pale blue and gray flowery
design covers part of the floor, and on that carpet the woman is
seated, half reclining with the upper part of her body supported
by her left hand, her right hand hidden by her raised right knee
and apparently on her hip. She has short blonde hair, a round
face, and she appears to be about 40 years old (as suggested by
the faint lines at her mouth and the evident thickening of her
waist, her small sloping belly actually visible above the waist
of the white panties. She gazes calmly to her left (at the right
side of the painting), with no emotion visible in her face,
nothing apparent. Her bra has been pulled down to completely
expose her breasts, both breasts hanging over the edges of the
bra cups, the breasts full and ripe-looking, the pink nipples
flat.

Below the painting the older woman is on her knees in front of
the younger woman, the younger woman now completely naked, the
older woman still wearing her red underthings. The older woman
slowly spreads apart the knees of the younger woman seated before
her, as the younger woman turns her head toward her left shoulder
and closes her eyes. The movements of the older woman are
extremely slow as she lifts the legs of the younger woman and
pulls the lower part of the younger woman's body forward.

The woman in white slowly shifts her body and reclines on the
small oval carpet. She raises her legs, slides her hands to the
waistband of her panties down her hips and up her thighs and down
her legs and feet, the panties then dropped on the carpet beside
her as she lies back again with her knees raised and her right
hand cupped over her sex, most of the hand hidden by her raised
left thigh. Her fingers move, and as she slowly lowers her left
leg to the oval carpet, all of her right hand becomes visible,
the bent fingers, the fingertips in her sex, her wrist lying
across her pubis.

The woman kneeling in front of the woman who sits on the sofa
leans forward to hold her face against the sex of the seated
woman, her head moving slowly from side to side, the younger
woman motionless with her face still turned away, her eyes
closed. The side to side movement of the older woman's face now
changes, her face at intervals pushing into the sex, turning,
sliding to the side again, as though she is kissing the inside of
a thigh, although the kiss itself cannot be seen, only the
movement of her head, an occasional glimpse of her sliding face.

The woman reclined on the oval carpet is rubbing her sex more
firmly, four fingers rubbing her vulva, which has been depilated
enough so that as her fingers pass upwards and downwards, the
labia are visible, the skin with a more reddish tone than the
surrounding skin, the skin of the labia glistening with a
wetness, a gleaming covered and uncovered by the sliding fingers.

The woman seated on the sofa turns her head and opens her mouth,
pulls her knees back so that her legs are suspended in the air,
holds her knees with her hands as the older woman pushes and
turns and slides in a rhythmic persistent friction against the
sex, the younger woman turning her face to her right shoulder,
her mouth still open, then turning her face to her left shoulder,
right and then left again as she rocks her knees.

The woman on the oval carpet drops her head back, her eyes
closed, her hand and fingers now rubbing more rapidly, sliding
over and in between the wet lips of her sex, the wetness
glistening in the yellow light of the lamp in the background, her
hand in a frenzied movement now as her body twists to the side,
twists back again, the hand ever sliding, her fingers blurred in
motion, as the older woman grasps the knees of the younger woman
to push them back as she buries her face more firmly into the sex
of the younger woman, whose torso now shakes, her head twisting
right to left, left to right.

The woman on the oval carpet suddenly raises her hips as she digs
her fingers into the open sex, dropping her hips, raising them
again, her fingers blurred in movement, sliding, wet, her body
finally dropping in a final collapse with her sex still impaled.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon.

End