1. Christine, Part 2


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

    can say — and then you start unbuttoning your blouse. “That’s good,” Christine says. She’s on the opposite end of the couch, facing you, her head propped up by pillows. As you undo the first two buttons, she leans forward to retrieve her wine glass, takes a sip, and then spreads her legs for you, resting on leg on top of the sofa. You finish with the buttons and pull off your blouse, then reach back to unhook your bra. “Slowly,” Christine says, sliding one hand down her belly and onto to her bare pussy. With her other hand she takes another sip of wine. You stop what you’re doing and watch as she touches herself. She slides her fingertips down along her outer lips, then draws them back up, then pushes them back down and slides the tip of her middle finger between her lips. You can see that she’s wet in there, you can hear her wetness and she draws her finger out and slides it back in, up to the middle knuckle. You have never felt terribly self-confident about your naked body, but in this moment you are so filled with lust that you don’t feel the least bit shy or self-conscious as you unhook your bra and expose your breasts ...
    to Christine. “Mm, you have wonderful breasts,” Christine says, watching you intently, still fingering herself slowly, with just her middle finger. “So much bigger than mine. Can you lick your own nipples?” You nod and lift one breast toward your mouth. You draw your wet tongue across your nipple, feeling a shiver of pleasure, then squeeze it into your mouth and suck. “God, how I wish I could do that,” Christine says, swallowing the last of her wine and setting the glass on the floor. “Now your pants.” You stand up and unbutton your jeans. As your tug them down your hips you see Christine slip another finger between her glistening lips. She has her mouth open a little as she draws her two fingers in and out, slowly but intently, watching you. You have a moment of awkwardness untying your sneakers, with your hair falling in your face and your jeans bunched around your ankles. But you recover and stand up in just your sensible navy cotton panties, which you wish were not quite so sensible. “Off,” Christine says, placing her free hand on one breast. You strip them off and stand naked in front of Christine, your heart thumping.
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