1. Starbucks Reverie


    Date: 6/20/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Charlotte_, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    then start running up the beach. Momentarily behind, I catch you maybe 10 yards up the beach, turn your hips. We overbalance, fall together, you on your back, me on my side. Kissing, softly at first, then eyes closing as we melt into each other, touching your face, my hip. Tugging my thigh until I am straddling your hips. Taking my wrists to press my hands on your hardening breasts, you give me an uncertain smile. I gently pinch your nipples through your top, then lower hands to the sand so I can kiss you, tentatively, then deeper as I realize you want it as much as I do. Hands reach for my neck, stroking my hair, stretching down to squeeze my bottom, pulling me onto your thighs. Suddenly pushing me off to one side, rolling onto me, leaning back so we can see each other and catch our breath. "I've wanted you forever." I nod. "I have too." "I can't." "I know. I totally know." You lean in to kiss me again: softer, more wistful. "Want to come in? Dave isn't home yet. I don't want to explain you to him. He doesn't know about my online life." I nod. "I'd love to see your home, put a visual to my fantasies." My face shows a rueful grin as I hesitate. "See your mirror collection." I look away a moment, then back to your eyes. "Preferably in action." You hesitate, give me an apologetic smile. "Maybe not such a good idea." "You're right. Maybe take me to my hotel? We can sit and just hold hands for a bit." -*- I am sitting in the one chair, you lying on the bed propped up on all of ...
    the pillows. Flutes of minibar sparkling wine stand beside us, barely touched. "So what are you supposed to be doing this afternoon?" "I was going to have a pedicure. Dave won't notice if I don't, though." Taking your right foot in my hands, I slip off your sandal and massage the ball of your foot. You pretend to faint, flopping back onto the pillows, groaning. "You like?" "Mmm." I lightly draw lines up your foot, shin, calf, gently massaging, perhaps lightly ticking, stroking the fine little hairs against the grain, bringing up goosebumps. I tease your knee toward me. I rub your foot again, watching your eyes close in pleasure, your breathing turn into little moans. I bring your foot up a few inches, sucking the two little toes gently, softly tickling the back of your calf. I see your breathing become a bit irregular. You appear to choose not to make eye contact, just enjoying the sensation without thinking. Softly licking your toes, I then take the next ones one at a time, lingering on each. I watch your fingers stray to your dress, surreptitiously tugging the hem up so you can stroke your inner thigh right above where I am stroking your calf. Bringing your foot a little closer, onto my lap, I massage and smile to myself as you stroke up your thigh, bringing more gooseflesh and renewed nipple stiffening. The damp spot is just beginning to show on your panties as you gently caress yourself on the bed. I raise my dress hem and put your foot into my lap. I gently bring your heel ...