1. A Lush Encounter


    Date: 9/2/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: sweet_sammy, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I’ve been travelling all day by road and track, through towns and counties, to be with you tonight. Now, my funds depleted, I find myself walking the remainder of my arduous journey. A cold breeze blows in from the sea as I walk along the promenade of a faded old English seaside town in a cool night fog. The threadbare soles of my tatty old flats do little to cushion the rough surface beneath my feet. I’m exhausted, my feet hurt like hell, and I could fall asleep standing up. I reach into the pocket of my jacket, creased and crumpled from my long journey, and find the piece of paper carrying the address of my destination. Searching, I scan the street. Then, locating your residence, I approach the door. I stand there, shaking with fear and anticipation, staring at the door for a long time, thinking of all the hours we’ve spent chatting online, sharing stories, photos, and laughter. Lush Stories has brought me here, to your home. You have been waiting, yearning for this moment, and I’m here at last. Once I’ve mustered enough courage, I knock. You answer, your smile sheepish. Entering your home, I slump onto the nearest couch. Body exhausted, head swimming with tiredness, the tendrils of sleep begin to tighten around my mind. “I can’t believe you’re here, Sammy,” you sigh, then join me on the couch and reach for me. I move in to snuggle against you. In your arms I feel safe and serene and it’s like I’m at peace with the world. You hold on to me, swaying gently, stroking my ...
    hair, and I drift off to the rocking motion. I dream of the seaside – lying naked at the seashore, the frigid water a shock to my body as I splay myself against the smooth sand at the water’s edge. I feel the sun kissing my body, taste the salt in the water, and the cool breeze puckering my nipples. The rushing foam flows over my feet, my stomach, my breasts, and I spread my legs like a pair of scissors, letting the crashing waves pulse between my thighs. You’re on the beach, smiling, where a trillion tiny seashells lie upon the sand in a jumbled, glittering mosaic of white, beige and black. You watch, spellbound, looking at me like I’m a goddess of the sea, and that’s exactly what I feel like. Letting my long, golden hair fan out in the water behind me, I give myself over to it, to you, to everything, opening myself to the world. “Sweet Sammy…” It’s a whisper, my Lush username, and the words slip into my conciseness. In my sleep I murmur, stir, smile gently, then my eyelids begin to flicker. “Wake up, Sammy.” Your breath in my ear makes me shiver, and I wake from my dream and murmur your name. You don’t answer, and I realise I’m sitting on your lap, curled around you body, my breasts pressed against your side. I’m barefoot, my worn flats and frilly white socks are lying strewn on the floor, but, apart from that, I’m still fully clothed. I squirm my buttocks in your lap, gaze at your face, snuggle closer, and my short skirt rides up my legs. When I feel your erection against my ...
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