1. My Lana - Part 3


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Lana stiffens for a moment, and I can see the naked nervousness in her eyes as the impact of my instruction sink in with her. Talking about it, even writing about it is one thing; doing it is something entirely different though. I'm nervous again too. Will it be just intolerably awkward, or will it in fact be as erotic as we have discussed so often? She moves to bend a knee, then shifts to the other, clumsily trying to find a 'decent' decent down to the carpet in front of me. She ends up almost falling to her knees, quite ungraciously. She's a little too far away too, and has to knee-walk closer up to me with swaying arms as her cheeks redden and here eyes seems to be glued to the floor in front of me. I find some comfort in the fact that she feels even more awkward than I do, not because I wish that feeling for her - not at all - but it makes it possible for me to assume some kind of leading position again, as I know she wants and needs. I sit with my knees together, and deliberately confuse her even more by abruptly bending forward to get my drink again. Her eyelashes flick open for a moment, almost instinctively, and I meet that incredibly beautiful gaze of her once again. She must have seen something in my eyes, because after having looked down again for a brief moment, she gazes directly at me with a newfound confidence that almost surprises me as I put my glass to my lips to take another deep swig. And as soon as this infernal nervousness lets go for a moment, the heat ...
    once again flushes through me like a fireball. Lana is now sitting back on her haunches, her chest even with my decently paired knees, and her face an open study of this intriguing combination of nervousness and anticipation. The red lips part slightly, and I can see the shining, pearly white teeth and a faint hint of her tongue. That tongue that would like nothing more than pleasure me to the end of days. I gasp involuntarily as the notion strikes me, and Lana's eyes falls on my tits as my chest heaves in response to my sharp intake of air. I feel my globes press against the cups of my bra, stretching the shirt in a way that makes me feel very sexy and desirable. I know my tits are not that big, but on occasions like these I've got the feeling they even swell a little bit extra with the ardor of my passion. "Dear, beautiful Lana," I murmur, more to myself than to her. "I still cannot comprehend that this is really real... I just cannot." When she smiles beautifully up at me, I just can't help it any longer. Slowly I let my knees slip apart. Just a little at first, but then I use my hands to swipe my skirt a little higher, allowing me to spread enough for her to be sure she can get a glimpse of my silky white panties under there. Her eyes are glued to the spot and she groans almost painfully as my motion is stopped by the new limits presented by the confines of my skirt. All of a sudden we have both forgotten all awkward feelings we might ever have had. As Lana lets her torso ...
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