1. Cruel Wednesdays


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

    panties joined the stack and I stood there, naked except for my socks, and she smiled. God, how kissable her lips looked when she smiled. She unclasped her own bra in one practiced, fluid, self-assured motion, nothing like my own clumsy jerks, and put it on the table next to my things, almost - but only almost - brushing my naked thigh with her arm. I could feel the heat from her skin, and it sent sparks race over mine. She grinned and winked, and then her thumbs hooked into the sides of her panties and pushed them down, ever so slowly. I felt her eyes on mine, reading me, watching me watch her expose the treasure between her thighs, judging my reactions to the tiny, neatly trimmed triangle above her pubes that pointed downward, then to the puffy, soft, bare mound of her sex. A hint of rosy red peeked through her lips, like a blossom about to open, and my mouth watered. I was in love with a woman. I hadn’t thought this possible just a few hours ago, but here I was, entranced by a female twice my age. “Sit on the edge of the table.” This, I could do. I didn’t think I could control my shaking knees much longer anyway, and so I lowered my bum to the table, which felt cool and smooth. My heartbeat almost shot through the roof when the tips of her fingers touched the insides of my knees and gently pushed outward, and like puppet on a string, I followed her direction, spreading myself for her, wider and wider, until it was almost painful and my pussy lips opened and laid bare my ...
    sensitive insides. She leaned close. “Stay,” she whispered, her breath caressing my lips. “Stay like this, whatever happens.” I nodded. I’d do anything she asked me to, no matter what. Anything for my goddess. She winked and stood up, stepping around the table. It was part of the game, and I didn’t look behind me, somehow understanding that peeking wasn’t within the rules. The clicking of her heels faded, and a little later I heard a faint sound of glasses. Then a gong chimed. At first, I wondered about it, not making the connection, but when the sound was answered by the determined click-clack of her heels, anxiety grew in me. This had been a door chime. Someone else was here. Someone else might - soft giggling sounded, fabric rustled, then two sets of heels played their patterns on the floor - someone else would see me naked. I wanted to run, hide, flee. But only for a moment. The footsteps were still approaching and I was looking straight ahead. Anything, yes, I’d do anything. And it was just a game, wasn’t it? A soft shadow fell over the couch and the steps halted. Slowly, hesitantly, I looked up, and my skin exploded in crimson embarrassment. It was a woman, a little younger than her, blonde, a bombshell, with a beautiful, even tan. She was wearing a white cotton dress that exposed a lot of cleavage, but even as I looked her over, her, my goddess’, fingers pushed the straps over her shoulders and it tumbled to the floor. Then she handed her a glass of champagne, and they ...
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