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The Last Virgin

Date: 1/13/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

squirting my juices out all over Sarah's face and chest. Once the squirt had subsided, I could feel Sarah's lips meet mine as she kissed and licked me through the rest of my orgasm, then her tongue lap up the trickles of sweet nectar that had run down between my legs. When my climax finally eased, I peeked down at Sarah see what she was doing. She looked a little shocked. A glistening sheen of my honey coated her face and her blouse was plastered to her breasts where I'd squirted over her. I was shocked too. I'd never done that before and had never imagined I could. "I'm so sorry," I said, holding my fingers over hers. "Why? I'm not," she replied, looking up into my eyes. With that, Sarah put her hands to her cheeks and slowly rubbed the sheen off, toying with the sticky strands of my juices between her fingers before popping them in her mouth and seductively licking them clean. "Looks like it's your turn to need this then," I laughed, handing Sarah her towel back from where I'd left it on the seat beside me. "Looks like," Sarah smiled, as she unbuttoned the soaked blouse and peeled if off her chest. One fresh blouse from her Louboutin later and Sarah climbed back out from under the table and, almost as if nothing had happened resumed her seat. Her timing was perfect as the lights in the carriage came back up and the train perceptibly slowed until it was almost at a crawl. It wasn't more than a minute or two after that when the bright lights of the platform at Euston ... started creeping past the window. "You'll want these," Sarah giggled, tossing my tights and knickers back over the table to me. I could feel they were both still damp. My tights because of the rain and my knickers with my juices from where she'd poked them inside me. "I think I'll manage without," I grinned as I stood up and slid them inside the zipped side pocket of my travel bag on the overhead rack. As the train ground to a halt, I straightened my clothes while Sarah quickly freshened up her face and make up using a compact she took out from her Tardis-like Louboutin. "So, how long are you in London for?" asked Sarah as we walked down the platform together towards the exit. "I'm staying in a hotel tonight, then getting a train home from Liverpool Street in the morning," I replied. "You?" "I'm in a hotel too, then off to the Excel early tomorrow." "Which hotel are you staying in?" "I'm in The Ambassadors at Bloomsbury. It's only a short walk from the station. I can't believe what just happened on the train. We can't just part our ways like nothing happened." Sarah paused in thought for a moment before continuing. "Do you fancy coming to the exhibition tomorrow with me? The trade stuff might be a bit boring and I do have to manage the stall for a while, but we could have lunch maybe?" "That sounds fab, but for right now, I have a better idea." "What's that?" "Ask me which hotel I'm staying in tonight." "Okay, which hotel are you staying at?" "Oh, I'm in The Ambassadors as well." ...