1. Cruel Wednesdays


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    destination, I felt the knot loosen and the blindfold was slipped away. Through squinting eyes I took in the grand living room before me, huge and with a dark, shimmering hardwood floor. It was tinged in a soft light and ethereal music wafted through the air. A lovely scent of jasmine and sandalwood wrapped around me with an almost spiritual quality and I just stood, admiring her as she stepped towards the cubistic leather couch, accompanied by the precise staccato of her heels. My breathing stopped when I watched her slip off her blouse and drop it to the floor. God, she was beautiful. Then she stopped for a second and slid down her skirt. Black, intricate lace panties hugged her shapely bum with absolute perfection, and once she walked on, I was mesmerized by the swaying tight half-orbs above long, slender, stocking-clad legs. “Come.” Her voice startled me out of my admiration and I followed her, feeling clumsy and silly in comparison to her perfection. She sat down on the couch and waited for me. There it was again, that tugging on the corner of her lips, half smile, half smirk, when I reached her and stood nervously before her, eyes drawn to her breasts which were caressed by the most intricate black lace. The rosy shape of her areolas peeked through the stitches at the center and I couldn’t help but think what a perfect fit for my lips they’d be. “Fold your clothes nicely on the table.” I blushed and hesitated, but she just looked at me with patience. I wanted to ask ...
    her what she expected, how I should do it. After a few seconds, she raised one eyebrow, only slightly, but enough to let me know that I was taking too long. I understood. This was her game. Her rules. I slipped off the t-shirt, self-conscious like mad and almost trembling. She stared at my chest, at these two less-than-a-hand-fulls of femininity. I had to turn to the side to fold my t-shirt on the surely deliriously expensive artwork of glass and chrome. Then I faced her again, and she nodded imperceptibly. My fingers shook like mad, and it took me three tries to unclasp my bra, pink and soft but wholly unfitting the presence of a goddess. “See!” I wanted to shout when I let gravity pull it away and caught it with my hands. “See what you do to me! Look at my nipples, how they yearn for your love!” I folded it neatly on top of the t-shirt. My jeans took me even longer, as each button struggled with my wooden fingers. But, despite shaking like a leaf, I got the jeans slipped off and folded away, and it was just my panties and socks that remained - striped socks, white and pink, childish and wonderfully comfortable, and highly embarrassing. I was burning up. And she stared, without the tiniest bit of restraint, hungrily at all the parts I exposed, and now her index finger pointed at my crotch and made short, flicking downward motions. I think I moaned when I guided the panties down my legs. The blood rushed too loud in my ears to be sure about that. My pussy felt wet and hot. The ...
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