1. Rachel and Sami


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: leggielibby, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    shower I find Sam under the spray lathering up, her hair protected by a shower cap. “Times getting short Hun, need to press on,” I urged. “You know Dad’s a time freak.” Looking at the suds running down her body I suddenly felt so horny. Her breasts were awesome, full and round, her skin naturally tanned and topped off with large dark areolas. “Shall I finish you off?” I offered. "It can take a while the first few times.” “Please Rach, yes. Do you mind?” “Okay, step to the edge of the shower and put your foot on the sill.” Taking a large dollop of shave gel, I placed my somewhat shaking hand over Sam’s mound and rubbed till I got a rich lather. Neither of us spoke as I started to pull the razor across her skin. Quickly I cleared from thigh to centre, then slipped a finger through her folds and applied the razor around her labia, the dark stubbly hairs falling away. “Almost there,” I whispered as my finger moved, grazing her clit and spreading gel between her pussy and arsehole, on that sensitive skin there. “Oh my God, Rachel.” Sam gripped my shoulders with both hands as I knelt before her. Recognising the signs all too clearly, I slid my finger over her clit and ...
    stroked it. Her body tensed, racked with pleasure as a massive orgasm took her breath away. Wave after wave seemed to flow through her until, slowly she relaxed, releasing my shoulders from her grip, she leant against the shower wall and slid down to the floor. “I’m sorry Rachel, really I am. I never thought that would happen.” Sam sobbed. “It’s never happened to me before, not even when I’ve tried to.” “Shush Hun.” I calmed her down, “I think that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” “Really? But, well, it was you that caused it.” “No, I just helped you on your way a bit.” I smiled. “And yes, I really did think that. Now! We have to finish dressing or listen to Dad’s lecture on punctuality in the army.” Thirty minutes later and we were downstairs and ready to go, cool cotton blouses, skirts just kissing our knees, sheer thigh highs and moderate heels. Dad lead the way to the car. I whispered to Sam, “Did you mean what you said about that being your first, even when you’ve tried?” “Yes, I thought there was something wrong with me,” she whispered back, blushing again. “Well little Sis, have I got things to teach you? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you!”
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