1. West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    our party inside the VIP ropes were perched on chairs or standing slack-jawed, caught up in the voyeuristic thrill of watching two beautiful girls at play. There were whistles and cat calls as their hips began a slow grind together. I, on the other hand, was squirming, having an internal argument with myself to let it go, that I would look like a complete ass for intervening on some harmless girl-on-girl fun. Even the most possessive of boyfriends was expected to have a laissez faire attitude to things like this. It wasn’t quite the idea of it that bothered me or awoke jealous instincts, it was the notion that it was meant to titillate a wider audience. It wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t even for her. They wanted the attention, the knowledge that cocks were getting hard, and that fantasies were being spun in heads. Maybe it was their way of punching their tickets for more opportunities, more popularity, and ultimately more handouts. And yet, despite my discomfort, I let it go on. That’s still on me. She knew I was watching too, absolving herself of any wrong-doing because it was out in the open. Roxy caught a handful of Gia’s long dark mane and pulled it together at the base of her neck like a ponytail so that all eyes had a better view when they mutually leaned in for a long, shamelessly open kiss. Anxious arousal flared through me as well. I couldn’t resist having a reaction to something like that. I’d watched girls kissing on the club circuit all the time but this was the ...
    first time that it was my girl. College girl kisses were often tentative or drunken and sloppy, but this one was skilled and hot. Well matched in both beauty and desire, full mouths pressed and candy pink tongues explored. Gia’s hands were riding up my girlfriend’s thighs and I caught familiar glimpses of the curve of her hip and the underside of her firm ass. At times there was even the shadowed visual dive to her smooth snatch as she turned with Gia’s fingers still hooked under the hem of her dress. I knew Roxy wasn’t wearing panties that night and she began to grind herself against the brunette’s thigh. I imagined her clit making contact, the lips of her vulva moist against that olive skin. My cock was rock hard and my mouth was dry. Someone handed Roxy a half-empty bottle of champagne. She giggled and exaggerated the swish of her slender hips as she put a hand over the mouth of the bottle and shook it up until it was bubbling and fizzling. Tilting her head back, she splashed it liberally into her mouth, letting the frothing bubbles and liquid drip down her chin and along her neck. Gia was peeling down the strap of her dress and the fabric slithered down her arm, resting along her elbow and exposing one of her breasts. Her nipple was a sweet shimmering pebble under the flashing lights. Roxy let the other strap fall as well and began pouring the champagne down her neck, letting it slosh over her breasts, bathing them. Her game was obvious from the start. She wanted the public ...
«12...8910...1314»