“The city is beautiful, isn’t it?” Helena asked.

”Yeah, it is.” Bette tightened her grip on Helena’s hand as she pulled her into a small alley way.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Helena asked.  Bette was backing her against one of the walls.  She would have said something about the dirty walls and how it could destroy her expensive blouse if it were not for how sexy Bette’s eyes looked.

“It depends.  What do you think we should do?”  Bette raised an eyebrow as her hands ran underneath Helena’s linen skirt, caressing her thigh.

Helena reached for Bette’s hips and switched their positions, pressing Bette against the wall.

“I think I should spoil you in the Peabody fashion, like my mother suggested.”  She unbuttoned the small khaki shorts Bette wore and unzipped them slightly.

Helena’s fingers dipped into Bette’s sating panties, rubbing her slit softly.  It didn’t take long for Bette to get wet for her.  Helena’s lips landed on Bette’s shoulder. With two fingers, Helena penetrated the lovely brunette.  Bette groaned, sucking air through her open lips.

“Shhh, darling.  You don’t want the whole city to hear, do you darling?”  Helena ran the finger of her free hand against the lips of her lover.

With another finger added, Helena moved deeper inside Bette.  Bette’s body consumed Helena’s fingers, her muscles pulling her in closer.  Helena moved her thumb, playing with her clit and driving Bette mad.

“God, Helena….” Bette whispered softly, her voice shaky as Helena pleasured her mercilessly.

As she felt Bette’s body begin to shake and her center growing tighter, Helena felt her own arousal peak.  She had never felt as satisfied as she did at that moment.  She could feel the pleasure she was giving Bette within herself.  Her own body began to shake, her thighs trembled, and she began losing her balance.  Even with all of that going on, she never once stopped.

“Bette, I…” She whispered, breathlessly.  She felt Bette’s muscles enfolding her fingers and knew that in only seconds she would be cumming.

Opening her lips, yet silencing a yell, Bette gasped at the intensity of her orgasm.  Helena’s fingers stayed buried inside her as Helena had a silent orgasm of her own.

“Baby,…that was…amazing.” Bette whispered against Helena’s lips.

“Tell me about it.”  Helena tried to catch her breath the best she could as she steadied herself.

“Did you cum too?”

“I did.  I don’t know what happened.  It just…” Helena said, grinning from ear to ear.  Bette placed a soft kiss on Helena’s forehead as Helena removed her hand from her shorts.

The two women adjusted their clothing and left the cramped alleyway.  They entered the sidewalk and began walking towards a small shop.  Inside was a little bit of everything—from jewelry to original paintings by the owners of the store.  Helena stopped at the counter where the jewelry was, as her eye caught something special.

“Sweetheart,” Helena began, “Why don’t you go look at some of those paintings?  Pick out any one of them that you like and it’ll be yours.”

“Helena, you don’t have to do that.”

Helena took Bette’s hand and kissed her knuckles softly, “But, I want to.  Now, go.  Please…” Helena whined and gave Bette her best puppy-dog imitation.  She knew that her bright eyes being seen in such a pleading manner would be a weakness for her girlfriend.

“Alright, alright already.  No more puppy eyes.”

Helena watched her love walk to the other end of the store.  She managed to get the attention of the store owner.  Luckily, he spoke English.

“How much for this necklace?” She asked.

TBC