1. My Lana - Part 7


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 62.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Warm and beautiful and the best and most lovable person ever. My Lana. We're silent for a moment again... looking at each other. Then we both, simultaneously, burst out laughing. A very relieving laughter, that gradually transfers in to a girlish giggle as we feel the intolerable tension slowly giving way to the same relaxed atmosphere of confidence we found together last night. "I look at her... intently. Searching for a clue in the depths of her beautiful eyes. We've talked about this so many times... fantasized about it... and now we're here. Can I just ask her? Tell her? Is she ready? Are we ready? Suddenly I feel the familiar wetness in my panties, the unmistakable sign that I'm ready indeed. It is like all the orgasms from last night are weeks away, and as I start to realize that even our ultimate dreams are about to become sheer and unadulterated reality, I cannot help gasping as the passion grips me right out of my slightly chilled state of previous nervousness. I can see that she can see it in my eyes, and her gaze flairs up as well, from slightly awkward discomfort to raging heat, a silent roar of resurrected passion. Without a word I get up from the chair and grip the waistband of my panties under my skirt. I pull them down and off my stockinged legs in a swift movement, and purposely leave them on the floor next to my chair. Then I sit back down again and look at her. "Lana, you know, I cannot sit very long like this... the back of my skirt will be stained. ...
    Will you... I'd like you to come over to me and... do something about it..." I manage to stop the 'please' that so naturally follows the end of my request. I don't want to ask, I want to tell. Because I know that that's what she wants. She rises slowly, almost too slowly. As she comes around the desk, I realize I have to push myself out to the edge of my recliner. The wetness is already out of control, and I either have to do that, or find some tissues to wipe myself down there. How's it possible to be so desperately horny in no time at all? When she kneels down in front of me I feel like I've destroyed everything. My black straps and garter belt were supposed to be a nice surprise to add to our common enjoyment. But now she can see almost everything at once because I have to push myself forward in order not to wet down the whole chair! The back of my skirt is now under my butt, wrinkled but safe, but the classy, very distinctly female undergarment is now just hidden by my closed legs. I realize I'm pressing them tightly together, afraid that once I open up, the dam is going to burst and I'll spill myself all over the place. But of course I have to open up... sooner or later... and the sooner the better... My new-gained confidence is shattered by this extremely annoying problem. Why on earth didn't I keep my panties on? I could have done this exactly as slowly and erotically as I had planned for. How should I do it now? I'm getting almost desperate as I feel the first sign of ...
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