Skinny Dipping (Game Of Thrones)

“So… What do you do for fun here in the capital? Anything interesting, besides walking in the gardens and sitting drinking tea?” Margaery asked as she and Sansa strolled arm in arm through the well-maintained gardens of King’s Landing. After days of nothing but walking through gardens and having lemon cakes, it was safe to say the rather boisterous and, may I dare say, promiscuous Margaery was bored out of her skull.

            “Well, there is sewing or…” Sansa began only to have Margaery cut her off entirely and sigh loudly. Sliding down into a small bench and leaning backwards with disdain. The Highgarden Lady hadn’t come hundreds of miles to sit and sew. Or walk through gardens for that matter.

            “Sewing? Sewing? Can’t we do something a little more… exciting?” Margaery smiled, her devilish grin being somewhat unsettling to the young northern girl but enthralling nonetheless. Talking with Margaery had formed some of her fondest memories of being in the capital. Though there wasn’t much competition. Taking Sansa’s hands into her own, she looked up at the timid redhead and said with a salacious grin, “Do you want to know what the girls back in Highgarden used to do for fun?”
            “Yes!” Sansa said eagerly, herself being rather bored with King’s Landing. Without another word, Margaery leapt to her feet and dragged Sansa along behind her, trailing through the gardens and slowly weaving lower and lower down the rocky cliff edges of the city limits. There was a small outlook which Sansa frequented which was quite remote and secluded. However, they didn’t stop there, and Margaery led her around a small cliff edge, the pair of them staggering down to the waters edge. There was a small river that cut through the rocks, with rocky plinths on either side where you stand and stretch, “Why are we down here?”

            “We are down here, because I want to go swimming…” Margaery smirked, letting go of Sansa’s hands and easily unbuttoning the top of her dress. Folding it outwards, she dropped it to the ground, revealing her soft and pert breasts to the northern girl. Pulling the bottom of her dress down and over her feet, she revealed her neatly trimmed pussy and curvaceously plump arse. Kicking her shoes to the side, she cocked her hips and offered Sansa a sultry wink, “Well?”
            “Erm… What if someone sees us?” Sansa said as she tried her best to avert her eyes from Margaery’s nude body. The naked woman took a step forwards and slowly began to unlace the redhead’s neat dress, the fabric slackening and almost dropping. Grabbing it before her soft teenage breasts were revealed, Sansa looked down at Margaery who offered nothing but a soft smile.     

            “Then we will flash them a look at our bottoms and continue as we want. We are ladies and we can do as we please. And as women, we have nothing to be ashamed off, especially in one another’s company,” Margaery smiled, lowering Sansa’s hands and letting her dress fall to the ground, revealing the northern girl’s entirely nude body. She had a surprisingly busty chest for her young age, her buxom breasts taking Margaery by surprise. Her arse was decidedly plump as well and yet her figure was so thin and sumptuous. Her pussy was untamed and thick with a nest of fiery red hair. The sight of such an unruly quim made Margaery’s pussy quiver in response. And whilst she was a lady and was expected to marry, she instead found the female form far more interesting, “Come on Sansa… Let’s have a little fun…”

            Taking a deep breath, Sansa nodded, Margaery taking her by the hands and slowly leading her towards the water. Clambering down, the two of them dipped into the icy cold water, the sharp sting of the cold being enough to break away any nerves the younger girl had. Giggling in unison, the staggered back and forth, their creamy white bodies covered in goosebumps, their nipples rock hard. Playfully splashing one another, the two-sultry woman moved back and forth, swimming together until they were both soaking, their bodies occasionally grinding against each other, the rich warmth of the others body making them grin, “Do you do this often in Highgarden?”

            “Whenever we can. We also… well… I don’t know if you’d want to do this…” Margaery began, enticing the young hopeful girl into wanting to delve deeper. Sliding to Margaery’s side, their hands found each other’s once more. Margaery didn’t wait a second before leaning forwards and stealing a kiss from Sansa, the young redhead melting into her lips and moaning softly. Their lips battled one another, Margaery snaking her hands around to Sansa’s bum, pulling her sumptuously plump rear closer to hers. Their bodies grinded against each other, the naked bodies rubbing up together until finally Sansa pulled away, “It’s okay, Sansa… As ladies we can indulge in practice sessions. If we are to marry our husbands, we should know how to kiss?”

            “Is this normal in Highgarden?” Sansa asked as Margaery groped and pulled at the young girl’s body not wanting to waste her opportunity with the young girl. She could feel her plump breasts pressing and squashing against her body. Their stiff nipples bounced off one another, poking and prodding their skin and brining more and more pleasure to their bodies.

            “Yes… Ladies are far more… open in the world of pleasure. Why should we hide our bodies when are all the same? And why shouldn’t we… play with one another?” Margaery smiled, pushing even further as one of her hands slid down and between Sansa’s thighs. Gliding along the northerner’s pussy, Margery’s fingers gently tickled the girl’s folds, bringing a startled and laboured breath to her lips as Margery stole another kiss. Silenced by the older woman’s wandering hand, Sansa watched, enthralled as the sexy redhead lower her lips down and along her neck, gently nibbling at her creamy northern flesh with her lips. Running along her collar bone, Margaery dropped between her cleavage, burying her sharp jawline between Sansa’s plump and bountiful breasts.

            Gliding across to one of Sansa’s nipples, she took the erect and puffy teat into her mouth, gently suckling on the small bead of sensitive flesh. Sansa gasped loudly as she clung to the rocks behind her for support. She didn’t think that such intense pleasure could be derived from her nipples, but she was hardly going to stop Margaery now. It may have been wrong on more levels than one, but it felt good. Margaery’s hands cupped and massaged the girl’s plump and rounded chest, her thumb running circles across her other nipple as she continued to press her body against hers. Switching nipples, Margaery moved her thumb to the saliva slickened nipple, smearing the lubrication across her glossy breast and coating it in a glossy shimmer.

Pulling away, she pressed her lips against each of Sansa’s nipples one last time before lunging at the young girl’s lips, drawing her into a deep kiss, her hands roaming her body once more. Emboldened by the pleasure, Sansa began to let her hands wander the older woman, gently rubbing and massaging her soft pale flesh. She started at her waist, curving her hands down onto her hips before taking the plunge and cupping Margaery’s pert and perfectly rounded rear. It was so soft and full despite it looking so small and round. Unable to stop herself, Sansa groped endlessly at her flesh, enthralled with Margaery’s body, a reaction that the Tyrell was all to happy to see. Pulling her lips away, she offered the northerner a slick smile before purring, “Do you want me to show you what else we ladies of Highgarden do for fun?”

“Oh yes…” Sansa breathed heavily, feeling Margaery’s hands drop down to her hips and pull their crotches together. Smiling, Margaery coaxed Sansa up onto the rock edge, sitting so that her crotch was level with Margaery’s face. Spreading Sansa’s legs, Margaery trailed a few fingers along the girl’s hairy quim, the older woman licking her lips at the sight of her glossy folds nestled amongst her fiery red hair. Suddenly, Sansa interjected, “Erm… I’m still a virgin?”

“Dear, don’t you worry. The beauty about being a woman, is you can indulge in other women all you like without every spoiling yourself for your husband,” Margaery explained, leaning in close and planting a soft kiss on both of Sansa’s creamy thighs before hooking her hands beneath her legs and spreading her wider and wider, her hole opening up for her experienced womanly tongue. Using her fingers, she fought through Sansa’s hair, finally making enough of a pathway for her tongue, finally allowing her to dart the slick muscle in between Sansa’s folds and render the young girl speechless as the pleasure of a skilled tongue made stole her breath away. She had learnt from a young age how to please another woman, for more often than not certain alliances were not brokered between the Lords, but between Ladies and their womanlier affections.

Tracing her tongue along each of Sansa’s folds, she moaned as the sumptuously sweet taste of the young girl, savouring her young and tasty hole. Her folds parted as they were licked giving Margaery more and more access to her quim. Finding her clit, Margaery looked upwards to Sansa’ latching her eyes on the young girl’s face and watching the intensity of the pleasure rippling through her soft features. Attacking her clit caused her to moan loudly, throwing her hair back and closing her eyes. Licking and flicking her sensitive bead back and forth, Margaery grinned into Sansa’s pussy as she felt the young girl rest a hand on her head, gently guiding the older woman back and forth. Smiling, she began to feel her chin and cheeks grow wetter, Sansa’s juices coating her creamy and jagged jawline as she devoured the young girl’s hairy hole.

Guiding her tongue downwards, she found her entrance and gently circled it with her tongue. Her fingers moved upwards towards her pussy, Margaery trusting the young girl to keep her creamy thighs spread. One hand rested on Sansa’s belly, twisting downwards to rub circles across her clit, gently teasing and playing with the sensitive nub of flesh all the while her tongue tended to her actual hole. Plunging deep inside her pussy, Margaery curled her tongue upwards finding the young girl’s g-spot and gently playing with it, revelling in how Sansa writhed and groaned, her stomach spasming as her breaths grew shorter and shallower, the young girl whimpering to herself as her body began to seize up and her orgasm began to build in her core.

Wanting to push the girl into a cascading orgasm, Margaery forewent the precaution of a single finger and rested two of her digits against Sansa’s hole. With one swift and deep plunge, she slid them in alongside her tongue, stretching the as yet untouched girl’s hole wider and wider and sending her into the delicious spasm that was her orgasm. Keeping her hands and fingers in place, Margaery gave the girl’s pussy one last lick before pulling away, fingering and massaging the girl as she rode down her orgasm, her moans becoming louder and louder. Finally, the intense pleasure of her orgasm dissipated, and she opened her eyes, breathless. Looking down at Margaery, all Sansa could breathe was, “Can you teach me to do that?”

Grinning with an animalistic hunger, Margaery pulled Sansa slowly back down and into the water, their slick bodies pressing together once more. Margaery stole a kiss, giving the northerner a taste of her own pussy, before purring softly, “It would be my pleasure…”