When the Doctor is away... Lesbian fun on board the Tardis
Posted Sun Mar 24, 2013 06:13 AM
Amy Pond made a few adjustments to the temporal distortion matrix. The Dr had some business to attend to. Something to do with the Brigadier’s son. Some documents, which might be useful he said. So Amy was left alone to do a bit of fine tuning. Except she wasn’t alone. In the recuperation chambers their new companion was just waking up. Amy wasn’t sure about having another female on board. Particularly a pretty one like Oswin. Amy was jealous of her role; the trust and high esteem, which she had developed over her time with the Dr. Oswin wasn’t just pretty, she was very pretty. Not that he would have noticed.
Amy often wondered if the Dr was actually asexual. Not that he didn’t have his sensitive moments. But even when she wore the police woman uniform. That short skirt and little tunic. Her legs clad in those smoky grey tights. Did he notice? Did he even make a remark - some innuendo? Nothing. Not that she never dropped any hints. No, his sonic screw driver was always kept stowed safely. You would think a man with two hearts…
Amy stood up from her crouching position under the console and she was standing there.
“How long have you been there?” Asked Amy.
“Just a little while. Long enough,” said Oswin.
“Long enough for what?” Asked Amy.
“Hmmm.. Never mind.”
Amy didn’t quite know what to make of Oswin. Their meeting had been brief before everything gone pear-shaped. Oswin had had a slightly sarcastic tone, she thought. Just a little over confident, in Amy’s opinion, and yet she was likeable. Now they were face to face and alone for the first time. Amy felt vaguely uneasy, not in any sinister way, but because she sensed something… something deep and primeval.
Oswin’s eyes roamed over Amy’s legs. Her skirt was her shortest, barely shielding her vital areas when she had been fiddling with the instrumentation. Amy smoothed it down, shuffling her hips, self-consciously. Oswin licked her lips slightly, almost imperceptibly. For a moment there was silence as Oswin admired Amy’s body.
“How are you feeling?” Asked Amy.
“Much better. Human again anyway. What have you been doing, under there?” Asked Oswin.
“Good. Just some routine maintenance.”
Oswin was still in the denim shorts and the skimpy white T shirt they had found her in. Amy couldn’t help admire her curves. Amy had always considered herself straight, but there was something about Oswin
Amy checked herself, mentally slapping her own wrist for harbouring such thoughts. Being with the Dr and all the adventures, often running or hiding from this alien or that deadly enemy, she hardly had time to be a woman. But it was times like this. Then she was normally alone. Now she had female company. She should be grateful to have someone roughly her age to chat to. But Oswin had a presence - an aura, which disturbed her. When they first met, just before Oswin was zapped unconscious, there was a moment when she felt something.
Oswin stepped closer, resting her bottom against the edge of console. Amy looked down. Oswin’s tights were lighter than hers. Her shorts were cut off, slightly ragged at the hem. The dark band of her tights was visible - teasingly evocative. Amy knew Oswin didn’t have anything she didn’t and yet she was suddenly curious - inquisitive about another girl. Amy denied her feelings at that moment, despite the allure of Oswin.
“So…” Said Amy, turning away quickly.
“So?” Said Oswin.
“Ummm… what was it like on the Alaska?”
“It was OK. It was a job. I hoped to get promoted… until…”
“Yes… well you’re safe now,” said Amy turning to face the girl again.
“I know… thank you. Where is he?”
“The Dr? He’s out somewhere. He’ll be back later. Tonight probably.”
“Is he always like that?”
“Crazy… saying weird stuff.”
“How did you, Amy. How did you come to be here?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you one day.. maybe.”
Oswin inched closer to Amy and looked into the Scottish girl’s hazel green eyes.
“Are you and he? I mean are you?”
“Noooo! Me and the Dr?! No.”
Amy’s Caledonian twang was at its broadest when she was shocked or annoyed or just surprised, as she was now.
“What made you ask that?”
“I was kind of hoping you weren’t, said Oswin, faintly embarrassed.
“What does that mean?”
Oswin turned to Amy and brushed her red hair away from her face gently.
“Don’t do that,” said Amy, not unkindly.
“Sorry,” said Oswin.
“It’s rude to touch, if you’ve not been asked.”
“Is it. Sorry. Your hair is so beautiful Amy. You are…”
“Anyway, I had better…” interrupted Amy.
“Don’t be evasive,” said Oswin.
“I’m not being evasive.”
“Can I touch you Amy… your hair I mean.”
Amy didn’t speak but looked into Oswin’s dark brown eyes. They were so searching. They were like polished stones, they seemed to penetrate Amy’s soul. Amy could feel her heart beating in her chest. Her body was tingling in a way it hadn’t for a long while. It was too long a while. Oswin stretched her left arm and stroked Amy’s hair, like she had begun to. But this time, Amy made no attempt to restrain her. Oswin’s hand continued to stroke until her fingers touched Amy’s face. She just brushed her cheek and then her ear. Amy shivered at Oswin’s tender, soft touch. Oswin stepped closer, so that they were just a couple of inches apart.
Oswin took Amy’s right hand and pressed it against her own face. She kissed Amy’s hand softly and then kissed Amy’s fingers one by one. Amy began to breath deeply - her heart racing. Amy looked into Oswin’s eyes. She looked for reassurance. She wanted to know this was right. Amy hardly knew what was happening to her, but… it felt right.
Amy began to speak but Oswin put a finger to her lips and simply guided Amy’s hand lower. Amy’s fingers flexed slightly as they half brushed/half raked Oswin’s neck and then down her front. Amy looked at the Oswin’s white T shirt. Her breasts were full and she could see that Oswin’s nipples had become erect. She had never felt another girl’s breasts. Oswin’s were firm and yet just slightly squishy too. The urge to fondle was overwhelming. She was being led by Oswin, but Amy felt herself unable to resist. She lifted her other hand and cupped both breasts and squeezed them at the same time. Her thumbs brushed Oswin’s firm little bullets. Oswin gasped. Amy let one hand go and allowed it to slide down, over Oswin’s stomach and then down and around. Oswin had plump, peachy cheeks and Amy pulled the sultry brunette towards her. At the same time, Amy felt Oswin’s hand disappear inside her skirt.
Amy shivered, suddenly aching and tingling down there, more than she could remember. She had never felt so aroused…
If Amy was honest with herself, she had always fought those feeling for her own sex. There had been times when she wondered. Times when she had fantasized, but she was straight. At least that’s what she had told herself. But if she was straight, why did this feel so good? Why, even now after a little touching were her panties soaked?
Amy felt Oswin’s breath on her face, just before she closed her eyes and then their lips touched. It was like no kiss she had had before. It was perfect. Oswin’s mouth was so soft - so lush. Amy and Oswin devoured each other. Their tongues were like tiny vipers, fighting, their lips fused into a single passionate kiss.
Oswin’s fingers were stroking the cute little cleft between Amy’s legs. Her dampness had soaked through her panties and Oswin could feel the cloying texture on the gusset of Amy’s pantyhose. At the same time Amy began to undo the button of Oswin’s shorts, Oswin helped her with her free hand, until her shorts had become loose enough to allow Amy access to her panties, to feel how she too had become wet from their steamy embrace. They kissed again, but more slowly this time, exploring each other through their clothes at the same time. Oswin loved Amy’s pert breasts. Her nipples had become stiff like her own.
Amy slipped her skirt off as Oswin wriggled out of her shorts. They stood face to face and then Oswin knelt down in front of Amy. She looked up at the redhead, who looked back demurely. Oswin took the top of Amy’s pantyhose and pulled them down until she had revealed her white panties. Oswin pawed Amy’s sexy mound, which made such a sexy contour in her panties. Her pussy lips had half swallowed her panties and they had become half translucent, soaked with her pussy juices. Oswin sniffed and then lifted Amy’s panties gently and lapped her tongue into Amy’s sweet, wet cunt. Amy moaned - whimpered with her fingers stroking Oswin’s hair. Her pussy was a molten crevice of pent up frustration, with no more than her own fingers for satisfaction. Oswin’s tongue darted in and out of Amy’s pussy. Amy leant against the control panel of the Tardis. Her hands gripped the console and she spread her legs wider, giving Oswin full access to her red hot sex.
Oswin gave Amy the orgasm of her life. Amy shivered, biting her fingers, her hips and groin convulsing as she came, squealing. Her squeals were loud and impassioned and then she recovered slowly, her pussy still pounding with the amazing sensations of pleasure as Oswin looked up at her, her face covered in Amy’s sticky juice.
“I’m glad we rescued you,” said Amy.
Oswin stood up with an uncharacteristically bashful expression.
“Me too,” she said. “Me too.”
Then she kissed Amy again.
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just giving you an idea
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