“Is that pity or sympathy?” Clara inquired with a small smirk. “Or empathy?” She suspected it was a latter.
The sound that came from Sara as she pawed her breast was wonderful. Clara wanted to hear more. Her fingers sought the raised flesh beneath the blouse and bra, tweaking it gently when she found it.
She squirmed slightly as Sara touched her bare skin. How long had it been since someone had touched her and kissed her like this? Clara really didn’t even want to think about that. What mattered was that it was happening now.
The kiss was heating up and getting a little messy; just the way that Clara liked it. Her breathing was harsh through her nose until she finally broke the kiss gasping. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked at Sara.
“You seemed so down when you came in. Did that brighten your night?” she asked slyly.