1. What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt


    Date: 8/22/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Katie_tt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    think he’s been peeping at you across the road.” She looks up at me. I can’t tell if her expression is fear, or shame, or deep despair. “That’s why I came here,” she says. “To warn you. And to ask you, please, if he does anything, don’t call the police. They will lock him up again, with all those perverts, and it will be the end for him. My poor Colin.” Now she is really crying, sobbing, her face buried in her hands. I really can’t stop myself. I go to her and now she is in my arms. I am hugging her to my breast while I stroke her sweet head, wanting to give her a safe haven, a place of peace. Once again I want to kiss her. I want to give her my naked breast, to feed my nipple to those delicious lips, to let her take comfort in that primal action. . I want to feel the curves of her body, to touch, to explore the essence of her femininity. I control myself. I know I have always been aroused by the helplessness of a crying woman, and anything I did now would only be for the satisfaction of my own desire. And how would Evie respond? Evie does have that strange quality, the “I don’t know what” that suggests that she can be attracted by another woman, but I can’t know that for sure, and given her present emotional state a wrong move could have regrettable consequences. So I simply comfort her. Big s****r Katie. “I’m sure there’s a solution for him”, I say. “Even if he can’t get back to normal, we can help him learn to accept it and live with it and keep it under control.” Why did ...
    I say “we”? It’s nothing to do with me. She raises her head and studies my face. “Who are you, Katie?” she asks, very seriously. “I mean - you are so kind and understanding.” I don’t know what to say. I have had this sort of thing said to me before, and could never understand why. “I’m just myself, Evie”, I say. “I hate seeing other people unhappy. I’ve been miserable myself and I know there is always a way out of it.” Our faces are very close to each other’s. I can feel her warm breath on my face, tinged by the tea we have been drinking. I can smell the saltiness of those tears which need to be kissed away. Our eyes lock together. I am fearful of the passion inside me, afraid that it will unleash itself and frighten her away. Before I know what I am doing, I am kissing her on her mouth, on her parted lips. It is a gentle first kiss; it could be just a kiss of friendship, a comforting kiss. My body is saying otherwise. I remember the phrase I’d learned in Paris: “La rage au corps”, the tempest in the flesh. It is in my flesh now, and the only thing which is controlling it is my feeling of care towards Evie. At any other time I would let the tempest take over, no matter if it meant the loss of the object of my desire. But not this time. I don’t want to lose Evie. Now we are very still, our mouths together, lips on lips. I feel her body become tense and I wait for her to break away. She does not break away. She is returning my kiss, just as gently, sweetly, and her body melts ...
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