1. Displacement activity


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    with her and her hand suddenly made the last dash up my thigh to cup my pussy in the soft silk knickers I had worn in the hope that she’d find them, like them and invade them. If the moment a tongue enters my mouth is one where I know that things are going well, another is that first touch of the most intimate kind. If I feel uncomfortable I know it instinctively. This time I felt more than comfortable. As her finger traced my lips through the soft fabric I knew my legs were spreading in invitation. Helen’s free hand took mine and guided it to her lap. She was saying, wordlessly, you can too. I felt the shape of her through the thin cotton of her dress and, short as it was, it was no great journey for me to move my hand down her thigh then back up, under her dress and stroking her inner thigh, also spread for me until her lips were being stroked gently, tentatively. Our mouths continued to explore until we separated breathlessly and looked into each other’s eyes. Helen stood then, holding my hand and said, ‘Take me to your bed, I want you, now.’ Her hand went under her hair at the back of her neck and the halter neck suddenly came undone and fell to reveal the most glorious, firm breasts with erect nipples that were much darker than the white skin where the sun rarely touched her. I bent to kiss each one and felt her hands on my shoulders, stripping the dress straps down off my shoulders. Two dresses fell to the floor and thus only in our knickers, hers yellow like her ...
    dress, mine pale blue, we walked, her arm across my shoulders, mine around her waist, the short distance to my bedroom. She kissed me, turning me into her embrace and her hands cupped my arse as mine explored her back. We lowered ourselves carefully onto the bed without breaking the kiss and our hands roamed over each other. I lay on my back and she was beside me, on her side, her hand across my belly. The kiss intensified and then she was sliding down, licking my chin, my neck, between my breasts. I stroked her hair and felt the wet of her tongue around my nipples where she dallied, sucking, biting gently and then descending further south. She teased my navel and I felt her pussy, hot in her knickers, as it slid deliberately pressed to my shin. I arched my back as I felt that first touch of lips on knickers, the silk wet between my legs. Her tongue traced me, explored me and then curled slowly under the leg of my knickers and at last and joyously found bare flesh, wet lips and my hard clitoris. I didn’t feel the going of my knickers but I did feel the softness of her hair on my thighs and the heat of her mouth covering me as her tongue opened me and, with excruciating delicacy, entered me. My hands held her hair, gently, not guiding but welcoming, making her know, I hoped, how much I wanted here there. It seemed to go on and on. I was disappointed when she stopped and looked up at me but my disappointment soon evaporated as she moved to kneel between my spread legs and leant down ...
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