1. Christine, Part 2


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Bookish, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    The next thing you know you’re sitting on the sofa in Christine’s living room with a glass of cold white wine in your hand. Christine’s apartment is on the top floor of a big old building with brick walls and hardwood floors. You had to ascend three flights of stairs to get here — trying not to stare at Christine’s gym-toned butt as she led the way — and your heart is still thumping a bit from the effort. Or maybe it’s still thumping from that kiss outside. Christine brought you the wine and then excused herself, carrying her own glass back to . . . the bedroom? You guess that’s what’s down the hall, but you can’t tell from where you’re sitting. In any case, you’re relieved to have a moment alone to calm down. You take a big sip of the wine and look out the window. Christine’s apartment is small but the view is spectacular, facing west over several blocks of low-lying houses, with the sky starting to turn pink as the late-summer sun sinks toward the horizon. You’re so absorbed in the view that you don’t immediately look up as you hear Christine padding back into the room. She must have taken off her shoes, you think, as you turn toward her, ready to compliment her on the excellent view. But the words die on your lips as your gaze lands on Christine, who is standing in the middle of the living room completely and utterly naked, unless you count the glass of white wine in her hand. You heart lurches powerfully as you take her in: her golden skin, her toned legs and flat ...
    stomach, her hairless pussy and small breasts, her dyed-blonde hair swept back from her forehead, falling loosely around her face, which is grinning at you. “In the locker room, I got the feeling you wanted to check me out but were too shy to do it,” she says. “So now’s your chance.” You stare at her, speechless. Christine takes a few steps toward you and sets her wine on the coffee table, watching your reaction, smiling. You still don’t speak — you can’t. “My, you are shy, aren’t you?” Christine says, putting her hands on her hips and taking another step toward you. “You have done this before, right?” “Yes,” you manage to say. “Then you know what to do,” she says, stepping closer, so she’s standing just inches in front of you. “Yes,” you say very softly. Christine leans toward you, takes the wine glass from your hand, and sets in on the floor beside the sofa. When she turns back to you, her face is close to yours, and then you’re kissing again, and then you feel her climbing onto the sofa—climbing onto your lap, in fact, her bare legs straddling you. You are so incredibly aroused that you’re not even thinking, just reacting. You put your hands in Christine’s hair and kiss her hard, pushing your tongue into her hot mouth. Then she’s pulling back and sliding out of your lap to the other side of the sofa. “OK,” she says, looking flushed, her hair falling into her face. “Good. But before we go any further, I think you’re overdressed.” “Yes,” you say — apparently it’s the only word you ...
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