1. A Teutonic Temptation


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    dreamland. Much as I wanted, it was hard to believe that there was anything more to her dinner offer than a desire for company after she's been left stranded alone at the spa by her friend. The same question repeated itself over and over in my mind. Why would she be interested in me? We said goodnight and parted our ways on the hotel's second floor corridor in a somewhat awkward fashion. I already wanted more than just "goodnight." How I wished Chrissie wanted that too. The bed was soft and draped with a thick and heavily embroidered duvet. Even though it was warm and snuggly, I just couldn't sleep at all. The butterflies in my stomach just wouldn't go away and my pulse showed no signs of slowing down. I didn't feel remotely guilty when my thoughts turned uncontrollably erotic and my fingers started wandering over my tummy and onto my mound, pressing gently at my clit through the lace of my panties. While it was my fingers doing the exploring, I wished it was Chrissie's. I dreamed about her straddling me, naked except for the lacy top she'd worn in the bar, with my hands stroking her thighs. I caressed myself under the duvet until my thumbs slid under the top of my panties. I couldn't resist dragging them over my hips and down my legs. I so desperately wanted and needed to touch myself. I also imagined all the touches were Chrissie's fingers rather than my own. I was so turned on I knew I needed more than just my fingers. I plumped one of the pillows on the bed, positioning ...
    the heavily embroidered ridge so that it faced upwards. I sat over the pillow, spreading my knees wide on the bed. The fingers on my left hand gently spread my now slick petals apart before I lowered my pussy onto ridge of the pillow until it nestled firmly between my wet lips. I started riding it slowly, all the time imagining it was Chrissie's face rather than the ridge of the pillow. It felt so good being spread wide open with my now erect clit rubbing frantically over the top corner of the ridge. My hands started clutching and pulling at the cheeks of my bum as I rocked back and forth, the tips brushing over my ring as I rubbed myself slowly towards orgasm. Almost instinctively, I slid a finger inside my bum, letting the tip just wiggle in tiny circles inside myself. The combination of the finger in my bum and the ridge of the pillow buried deep within my spread, wet and very engorged lips was enough to send me over the edge. I pushed the ridge hard against my swollen clit as I let go the sweetest of orgasms, eventually collapsing forwards with my sticky honey trickling out over the pillow. Next morning, after a breathless and very restless and fantasy filled night, I drove a couple of miles out of Fussen to the village of Hohenschwangau which nestled in the lee of the hill that Neuschwanstein Castle sat on. I bought a ticket for the tour then started walking up the hill path to the entrance. The leaden skies of the day before had given way to the glorious sunshine I'd ...
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