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We'll Always Have Paris-1

Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

make the first move, and she could not pretend she would be any good at that. She had no experience, at least nothing since Marion outside her imagination. Imagining women undressed was not experience. She imagined Susan's body, the legs and thighs she had already seen, Susan's breasts and hips. Round womanly hips. Good breasts. A quiver of excitement passed through Diana as she imagined her hands holding Susan's breasts, her fingertips caressing the nipples before she took one in her mouth. Or Susan making love to her. She chatted with Susan about f****y, c***dren, the mundane aspects of life, while in her mind she imagined the two of them locked in a torrid embrace, head to toe, their mouths sucking at their cores, juices flowing as they both moaned in their pleasure. I want her, Diana thought. The question was how to get what she wanted. Susan leaned on the vanity, staring in the mirror. She held her lipstick in her right hand, poised to touch her lips. She couldn't do it, not with her hand shaking like it was. Diana was attracted to her. More than that, Susan acknowledged, Diana was attracted to her sexually. Dinner had been lovely. The talking had barely slowed for the food. Diana had been just as sparkling and entertaining as Susan knew she would be. She had enjoyed the effort required to keep her end of the conversation on the same level as Diana's. It was stimulating. The thing was the conversation wasn't the only thing that was stimulating. From the moment Susan had ... seen Diana's eyes on her legs getting out of the cab at the restaurant she had been confused. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting. They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had found they both liked was wonderful but passed them by. The tension between her and Diana had reached a point where they could hardly speak. Each look spoke of something they felt but could not bring themselves to openly acknowledge. Susan recapped her lipstick without using it. She turned to the door. As she reached for it Diana came in. They stood looking at each other, their bodies only an hand width apart. Diana, flustered, stammered &#034I just wanted to see if you were alright.&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 said Susan, her eyes avoiding Diana's. She lifted her head. &#034I think,&#034 she hesitated. &#034I think I want to go back to the hotel now.&#034 The entire ride back was spent in silence. The distance between them was slight but at the same time they seemed miles apart. Susan did not dare look at Diana. She didn't know what she would see. She wanted to see the desire she thought was there but at the same time she could not make herself be certain she could return it. Susan's thoughts were interrupted by the cab's sudden stop. Inertia threw both women back against the seat, and against each other. Susan ...