Desires

She stealthily observed Anne. She was lying next to her on the bed catching up her favourite late night show; occasionally switching channels during ad breaks. The television screen was the only source of light in the room;  it lit up the contours of Anne's cleavage. A sheet was covering her waist below so Uma could only imagine her bare legs. The sheet over Uma's body concealed  the changes that it was undergoing; the stiffened nipples, the wet vagina. She could hear the sound of her own gasp and feel her dried lips. Uma got out of her sheet and walked towards the dresser and started looking for her lip gel in the blue light of the television screen. That's when she felt a pair of cold hands grasping her waist from behind. She saw the reflection of Anne's body partially in the mirror in front of her. Anne's hands were gradually moving towards her breasts. All Uma could do was to surrender herself bodily and emotionally to the burning desires she had been storing in her closet so far.