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Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 03

Date: 6/7/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Teen, Voyeurism, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

nodded her head. Trish dropped down to her knees between Lindsay's outstretched legs and now squeezed and prodded each of her breasts with both hands. Lindsay then tossed her head back and sighed in pure arousal once Trish moved her mouth to one of those breasts and began to gently dine on its nipple. Lindsay reclined back further upon the sofa. "It's okay to enjoy this," Trish soothed her. "I want you to enjoy yourself." She went right back to the nipple and sucked on it as if she was an infant seeking nourishment. "Oh God..." Lindsay gently wailed out, after 15 seconds. "Let me take this off of you," Trish whispered, pulling the tank-top, which had been bunched at Lindsay's stomach, up and over her head. Now completely topless, Lindsay's gaze was intent and locked squarely onto her older _teacher_. Trish made a motion to unbutton Lindsay's little pair of faded denim shorts, but she jerked about and suddenly got cold feet in the process. "Relax," Trish insisted, her voice soft, as she moved away from the shorts and returned her focus to Lindsay's breasts. Lindsay seemed content and okay with the fact that Trish was basically making love to her breasts with her lips and tongue. This continued for another minute or so, then Trish moved down and unbuttoned the front of Lindsay's denim shorts. "You okay?" she wondered, and this time, Lindsay reluctantly nodded her head in approval. "Oh my God," Lindsay moaned, obviously unsure what to think, as Trish moved between her thighs ... and began to plant a series of loving kisses and nibbles upon the denim fabric that still covered it. She kissed each of her upper thighs, as well as her inner thighs, and then began to concentrate and focus on that little, 18-year-old mound, through the fabric. "I want to make you feel good," Trish reassured Lindsay, who for a moment seemed to waver on whether or not this should continue. Trish undid the zipper and reached inside for a luscious feel, but Lindsay began to squirm and writhe about in an uncomfortable fashion. "I don't know about this," she complained. "I'm just here to make you comfortable and at ease," Trish reiterated. "Trust me, you will enjoy this." "I'm REALLY nervous..." "It's okay to be nervous." With that, Trish nudged the shorts downward ever so slightly, then reached inside again and rubbed Lindsay's nether regions with an open palm. She again peppered all portions of her thighs with angel kisses. "Why don't you take your shorts off for me?" Lindsay seemed torn, with a pained expression upon her face, but she nevertheless complied and wiggled out of those denim shorts. Trish deftly slid them down her legs, past her knees and calves, to her ankles, then tossed the garment into what might as well been oblivion. Now, the only thing keeping Lindsay from being completely and gloriously nude in front of her future wife was a simple pair of bikini panties. "You've got to help me here," Trish told her, gauging her reaction. "If you don't want to do this, ...