Chapter 338: Drinks 4

They slid over the curve of her hips first, then down the pale skin of her thighs. She bent slightly as she pushed them lower. The motion made her full breasts shift and hang forward for a moment.

She stepped out of the pants carefully, one foot and then the other, and set them aside with the rest of her clothes.

Underneath she wore matching violet panties. The fabric sat snug against her. The front was slightly darker in the centre where it pressed against her.

She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the panties. She pushed them down with the same unhurried pace. The violet fabric slid over her hips, revealing the smooth pale skin of her lower stomach, then the soft mound beneath.

She kept pushing. The panties moved down her thighs, past her knees, and off her feet. She straightened up again.

Her pussy was neat and smooth. The outer lips were soft and closed. A faint natural sheen of moisture caught what little light reached that far into the alley.

The cold air touched her there. Her thighs were pale and smooth where they met.

Lor looked at her fully.

She bent down, picked up the warm violet panties and held them out to him. The fabric was still warm from her body just the way he liked. The centre of the panties was clearly damp.

Lor took it from her hand. He held both items together for a moment.

The heat of her skin was still in the cloth. The faint scent of her reached him even in the cold air. He folded them carefully and tucked them into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pressed his hand flat over the pocket once they were inside.

"Thanks Ameth," he said with a satisfied smile.

Ameth reached for her pants and pulled the tunic over her head and smoothed it down. In less than a minute she was fully dressed again.

She turned as if to leave the alley.

Then she paused.

She stood still for several seconds, looking at the dark wall in front of her. Something shifted in her posture. She turned back toward Lor.

He watched her.

"What is it?" he asked. "Do you want something?"

Ameth looked at him directly. Her icy blue eyes stayed steady. Her sleek blonde hair framed the sharp lines of her face.

"I feel guilty," she said. Her voice was quiet and flat. "For handing you over to the princess. It doesn’t feel right even if nothing happened to you. So since you’re a pervert, I’ll let you play with my breasts for a minute. Call it even."

Lor’s eyebrows rose slightly. He had not expected that. He did not know she felt any guilt. He did not reject the offer.

"I’d be grateful if you let me," he said.

Ameth stepped forward. She was taller than him. She stopped close enough that the warmth of her body reached him in the cold alley.

She reached up and pulled the tunic over her head again. She set it aside. Her full breasts were bare in front of him once more. The cold had kept her nipples tight and prominent. The soft weight of them settled naturally.

"Go on," she said.

Lor looked at her for a second.

"Thanks for the meal," he said.

He stepped in without hesitation. His arms went around her waist and pulled her against him.

His face pressed straight into the soft space between her full breasts.

He rubbed his face slowly from side to side, burying himself in the warm flesh.

The scent of her skin filled his nose. He turned his head and pressed his cheek against the soft underside of one breast, then the other, rubbing deliberately.

His hands came up and cupped both breasts from below, lifting their weight.

He squeezed them firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

He pushed them together around his face for a moment, then released them and began playing with the nipples.

He rolled each one between his thumb and finger, tugging gently, then harder. The soft pink tips grew even tighter under his touch.

Ameth’s face stayed expressionless. Her icy blue eyes looked straight ahead over his head. Her arms hung loosely at her sides.

Lor lowered his mouth to her left breast. He took the nipple between his lips and sucked. His tongue dragged slowly across the tight tip, circling it, pressing flat against it, then flicking.

He sucked harder, pulling more of the soft flesh into his mouth. He switched to the right breast and did the same — long, wet sucks, tongue working over the sensitive nipple.

Ameth’s expression finally changed.

A faint red spread across her sharp cheekbones. Her breathing shifted. Her shoulders tensed slightly.

When his tongue dragged across her nipples again she gave a small, involuntary jitter, her body twitching once under his hands. Her nipples were clearly sensitive.

The red in her face deepened.

Her fingers curled once at her sides and then relaxed again.

Lor kept going. He sucked one nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. He moved back and forth between them.

One of his hands stayed on her breast and the other got greedy.

It slid slowly down her toned stomach like a snake. His fingers reached the soft bare mound of her pussy and pressed lightly against it.

slap!

Ameth’s hand shot down and slapped his wrist away hard.

"That’s enough," she said. Her voice was steady, but her face was still red.

She stepped back.

She pulled the tunic over her head and smoothed it down with both hands. Her nipples pressed faintly against the fabric.

She gave Kuri a brief glance as she walked past her toward the mouth of the alley. Kuri stood frozen, face deep red, arms locked across her chest. She looked completely speechless.

"Good night," Kuri managed amid the confusion and heat.

Ameth nodded once.

She walked out of the alley.

The pouch of gold coins inside her jacket shifted with each step, the coins inside making a soft, clear jingle as she disappeared down the street.