Wanda let her upper body become enfolded in Mrs. Long's embrace with her face buried on Alice's shoulder. But within seconds, Wanda found herself unable to believe what was happening.

Alice's darling fingers, so eager and seemingly so experienced, were crawling, at first languidly, and then with determined strokes, all over her bare back and shoulders.

When Wanda felt Alice's sharp, but manicured, fingernails scratching gently over her shoulder blades, a wild shiver and then a series of tremors attacked her body, warming her loins. Wanda felt herself pressing closer to Alice's body.

Alice gripped Wanda's neck and held her head up. She peered intently into Wanda's eyes.

"Wanda, am I embarrassing you by holding you this way, rubbing my breasts against yours?"

Wanda shivered again. She could feel hot sexy blood rising behind her nipples, circulating frantically in her excited crotch. And then she felt her pussy beginning to leak. She became embarrassed by her excitement.

"A little bit,” she muttered.

Alice laughed. “Only a little, Wanda? Only a little bit, my dear?” she repeated. Now Alice was actively rubbing her belly against Wanda's and Wanda, despite her misgivings and fears, was rubbing back.

"Oh God,” Wanda moaned under her breath. She could feel Alice's pubic bone pressing against her own, and Alice's pert nipples were rubbing against her own. She was falling in love with the perfume of Alice's body, and the heat between them began to increase as Alice writhed and rotated her hips against Wanda's as if they were a man and woman dancing very close and intimately in a shadowy, candle-lit cocktail lounge.

Wanda loved Alice's hands, which were traveling up and down her bare back. She could feel them trailing slowly, but purposefully, over her buttocks, brushing the silky material of her clinging panties.