1. The Party Gift - Ch. 2


    Date: 5/31/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    Taking Deanna at her word, I threw on my favorite sweat suit over a white tank top and then stuffed a clean pair of pink scrubs, fresh underwear and socks along with a few personal toiletries into my back pack. As I watched Deanna dress (a very painful sight I might add), I told her that she and my roomie Laura were about the same size and I’m sure Laura wouldn’t mind if she wanted to borrow something for the sake of having a fresh set of clothes to wear home instead of what she’d worn the night before. Sweetly, Deanna declined, reminding me that the ride to her house would only take about twenty-five minutes and that once there, neither of us were going to need clothing -quite possibly for several days. I know it may sound terribly corny, but once we were back in her Lexus and on the way to her house, Deanna dropped her right hand to the console between us as she drove and I just couldn’t resist; I had to hold it. So yes, we held hands all the way. Well, except for when we got stopped at a railroad crossing by a train that seemed endless. Needless to say, we took the opportunity for a mini-make out session. At one point, as we just gazed at each other, Deanna lifted her right hand and turned it so to stroke my face with the backs of her fingers. I took that hand in mine and gingerly guided it to my mouth and lovingly kissed each digit carefully; slowly, and oh so affectionately. Our faces drifted together as Deanna watched my devotion in silent awe as I tenderly suckled ...
    each of her fingers as if they were delicious morsels of the most cherished cuisine. "Oh my God," she breathlessly whispered. Bending her lissome hand about, I then painstakingly bathed the inside of her palm with my tongue. Just the thought of how this very hand controls such an enormous and immensely powerful aircraft as the Boeing 757; and by default, holding hundreds of trusting human lives in its gentle care every day. I cradled her hand with both of mine; reflecting then on the potentially millions of lives that this woman has had in her care over the course of her airline career. Never in my entire life had I experienced the level of sexual arousal that I was experiencing at that moment. My eyes transfixed on her gorgeous face with the most lustful gaze I could conjure. Deanna’s body was trembling with overwhelming passion at my devoted display of adulation and I could almost see and hear her heart pounding furiously within her chest. She was to the point of panting; her lips were quivering and her eyes welled with tears as she was clearly falling into a mystical trance as I molded her entire palm to my face. Granted, this woman has seen so much in her life, but she had never before witnessed such pure eroticism as she did at this moment. Never again would she think that something as plain and ordinary as a hand couldn't be considered a beautiful thing. Our mouths seared together. Deanna cradled my head so tenderly in her hands as she exhaled a deep, quivering moan of ...
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