1. Finding Her Heart in Portland


    Date: 6/30/2015, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Reluctance, Written by women, Author: MongooseMama, Rating: 93.3, Source: sexstories.com

    hands brushing some hair a bit behind her ear, “They aren’t quite drunk enough to need my undivided attention, and since you’re here alone, I figured you could use the company.” I could already feel the beginnings of moistness start between my thighs. As I watched her drink again, I noticed a faded tan line from where a ring had been, but was no longer. I moved over a bar stool, putting myself directly next to her, “I do appreciate that. It can often be hard for me to find good people in places like this.” I sipped once more, now hearing the rattle of an empty glass. I looked over at the bartender, and asked him for one more for me, as well as another for Leona. I stuck out my hand, “I am Dawn.” Much to my surprise, she blushed slightly and took my hand in her own, “And I am Leona. Thank you for the drink, I’m never the first one in the group to get a free drink.” I wondered if that was why she blushed, perhaps her friends were always the ones getting the attention. I broadened my smile, tucking my hair behind my ear just as she had done earlier. “That’s a shame, a woman as beautiful as you should always be the center of attention.” And just as I’d hoped, she turned a deep crimson, her eyes flicking from me to her drink, until I solidified my gaze, locking hers to mine. I held it, watching as her gaze shifted a bit from surprised and curious to submissive and nervous. I finally broke the gaze, took a long sip from my own and I stood up, extending my hand. A little command in ...
    my voice, though not too much, “Come dance with me.” She meekly nodded, and we grabbed our drinks and made our way to the floor, me tugging her along. The music had shifted back to slower, more sensual music. Pulling her in front of me, I directed her around so that her back was to me. Thankfully we were about the same height, and I even made sure she could see her group of friends in the distance, to feel secure. I stepped forward, pressing my hips against her ass, letting my hand alight on her firm tummy, just above her hip. We moved slow, swaying to the music, me leading her just a bit, but she kept up well. We sipped at our drinks, as we continued to dance, my body pressing ever closer against hers. My nipples were rock hard at this point and my silver thong soaked. A buff Hispanic man saw us and danced his way up in front of her. I could feel her pushing back against me, as if to try and escape him just a bit more, so I shot him a fierce glare. He raised an eyebrow, said something in Spanish that I didn’t understand, and left. I learned forward, my nipples digging into her back, my breasts squishing, my breath hot on her neck and I whispered, “No worries. You’re all mine tonight.” As soon as those words left my lips, I felt her body shudder. We danced like this for a while, when the music shifted back to fast and frenzied. Pressing my hand against her tummy, I guided her to turn around and face me. We started with a bit more space between us, as we gyrated and undulated ...
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