1. The Last Virgin


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

    already at what I saw. Rather than pages previewing the forthcoming Fashion Weeks in New York and Milan, Miss Elle was smiling at a delightful picture of a very naked brunette. The model was posed on all fours, her hips high in the air and her knees wide across the crisp white sheets of a bed. Her head was low, pressed to the pillow, with her face turned to the camera and a sultry smile playing across her face. She was reaching round behind herself and clutching the cheeks of her bum, letting her fingers spread them wide to display a very delicious looking pussy and ass. Hidden behind her copy of Elle was the real reason my travel companion was so engrossed - she was reading a porn magazine! No wonder she was smiling and squirming in her seat, I thought to myself. And just maybe all the good ones aren't straight after all! She suddenly looked up and caught my eye. There were no two ways about it, I'd been caught completely red handed staring. Caught or not, I couldn't help but continue to look. I was spellbound by her beauty, even more so now I knew what she was reading and what her preference was. Rather than look annoyed or embarrassed at my stares, I saw her own gaze wander fleetingly over my body before her eyes met mine again. I have no idea what she thought of me. Not two hours before I'd applied some makeup at the vanity unit of the toilet of the bar we'd been in. Foundation, a touch of glittery eye shadow and a subtle black eyeliner. While I think I looked passable ...
    before the rain, I had suspicions it had all streaked down my face and was in need of attention. My usually long flowing and shiny dark brown hair probably looked a lank mess too. Water was still dripping from the ends, soaking my cream blouse. I glanced down, breaking eye contact for the second time, to see just how wet I was. I felt my face flush when I saw my swollen nipples were now pushed hard against my very wet blouse. It was obvious they desperately needed the same level of attention as my makeup did. I knew the very naughty Miss Elle had seen that too! "Are you wet?" she said by way of an introduction, a broad and very sexy grin spreading across her face. My hair was still dripping. It must have been obvious to anyone that looked at me that I was soaked. Her magazine choice, the suggestive introduction she'd made and the scan of my chest all added up to the obvious conclusion that I was being chatted up. I already had butterflies in my stomach and was most certainly horny enough to be receptive to any advances she made. "I got caught in the rain on the way to the station. I must look a mess! And yes, I'm wet... everywhere, and...ahem...not just from the rain either. I'm sort of betting you are too," I replied, winking and nodding my head in the direction of her magazine. Miss Elle blushed at my reply, then quickly folded up her two magazines and put them on the table. "You saw?" she asked. "Yep," I said. "She was yummy wasn't she?" "Very," Miss Elle replied before ...
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