1. Rooming With Jodie


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    her thumb over my slit, which pressed the panties into the cleft between my pussy lips and sent tingles of delight through my body. “Call them!” she urged, pushing my cellphone into my hand. “Cancel the other appointment.” My breaths started to come faster. My cheeks burned even hotter. I could have come up with any number of excuses. “I lied! There’s no one else!” The smug grin that spread over her face at my admission made me want to shout in frustration. She pulled back her hand. “The keys!” “Listen,” I started, my mind spinning and my emotions in a turmoil. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards my purse. “The keys!” Goosebumps spread from the spot where she touched me. I slowly dug out the ring with the spare keys, and she snatched them from my hand. “I’ll be moving in tomorrow morning. Make sure you’ve coffee and donuts ready.” And without further ado, she stood up and left, the keys in her pocket and a spring in her steps. I felt dumbfounded, outraged, humiliated and confused. And aroused. Incredibly aroused, but I couldn’t for the life of me understand why. I had disliked her from the moment I had laid eyes on her, but her touch triggered something inside me which I couldn’t control. It was only now that I realized how hard my breathing had become. I wanted to cry, because I could make neither heads nor tails of my own reaction. But most of all, I wanted to push my hand between my legs and finish what she had started. I wasn’t a slut! I would not give in! ...
    I mustered all the courage I could find and headed back into the house, determined to resist these strange feelings. I’d take a stand and get back my keys as soon as she stepped inside. ***** I woke, bleary-eyed from tossing and turning into the late hours, and knew immediately that something was off. Then I heard it - scratching and muffled bumps. My heart sped up and I started to panic, but I finally remembered the possible cause of the ruckus. And sighed in desperation. There went all my well-laid plans. After slipping a bathrobe over my scarcely covered body, I stepped out into the hallway and found my suspicions confirmed. The door to the guestroom - Jody’s room - stood open, and I could hear muttered expletives from within. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up my shoulders and entered the room. Cardboard boxes were everywhere, clothes and other items strewn all over the room, and in the middle of it stood Jody, hunched over one of the boxes and cursing. Something was a bit off, but I couldn’t grasp it. It was far too early for sharp conclusions. “Morning,” I greeted her, my voice still sleepy, and blinked a few times. “Ah, the landlady!” She whipped around and walked towards me, stepping over the strewn possessions with a grin that immediately made me feel uneasy. Then my eyes went a bit lower, and I stifled a gasp. “Jody!” I complained and looked quickly away, not wanting to stare at her naked legs and the tiny triangle of a green thong that barely managed to cover her ...
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