1. First and Last and Always


    Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: guiltee, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    waistband of my jeans and before I could even think about what was happening, or about to happen, down they came. I was stood in the kitchen, right in front of the french doors, luckily no one could see in as you left my jeans around my ankles and me stood in my pink panties. My face was pink as well I might add. I waited for what was next to come, my panties down I was guessing, but no, you just giggled and told me I was a tart for flashing myself in the window. I pulled them up and went in search of the naughty little minx. I didn't have to look far as you were sat on the sofa, upright, legs together, with hands fiddling on your lap, like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. There was no need for any words as we both knew it was play time. No agenda, no rules and no words necessary. It was my move, just like a chess game we would manoeuvre towards an end game in which one of us would surrender. Today I was determined it would be you that succumbed to my superior intellect and cunning attack. Straddling your thighs, I quickly took your small hands pinning them against the back sofa cushion before you had a chance to move. One attacking move to me and already you were on the defensive. My tactics were no match for you I smirked. You put your head back, and sensing weakness I pressed my lips lightly against yours, leaving them there for a short moment, hovering over them, as if to emphasise that I was on top. I looked into those light grey eyes, as our foreheads touched ...
    briefly before taking your top lip between my moist and now eager lips. I played, no teased it slowly and softly. I could taste the fruity flavour of the drink, a hint of strawberry and blackberry I believe, and like a good wine I savoured the taste as I rolled those lip around mine. It was all too easy, your capitulation was but minutes away. Those soft lips were soon taken and discarded from the game. I was now mounting an attack upon your neck. Your sensitive neck that I knew would soon be mine too. It was always the same I only had to breathe on the nape of your neck and it sent you wild in unbridled desire. Your eyes closed as I butterfly kissed my way around that warm slender neck, each delicate kiss that would take me yet closer to my goal of full and unconditional surrender. Two down and only two more to go. I suppose I should explain that statement. Lips and neck conquered, only your breasts and womanhood to go before my victory. Your small pert breasts would be easy, I could already feel the hardened nipples touching my flesh through the shirt. Your purple shirt that I brought you last week, it read 'I'm with the dumb blonde on the next table - sorry wait that's me in the mirror!' Now was the tricky moment, do I release your hand and go for the cupping of the breasts, hence risking a counter attack with the free hand, or do I carry on with my yet undefeated lips and mouth. No contest as I slipped my mouth lower down your neck towards their next target - the right nipple. ...
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