1. Sarah


    Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: claire2013, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    with Sarah all over again. It was as though the years had slipped into the slow flow of the Tiber and dispersed them. I began to flirt with her more openly, if subtly. One evening, as we sat on my sofa, my arm strayed over her shoulder and suddenly I felt her lean in to me. She turned her head. Our eyes met and I brought my lips to hers. The kiss was deep and gentle. It moved easily into a depth that quickly began to submerge my senses. Her mouth, soft and warm, yielded, and then yielded again. Her fingers slipped into my hair, brushing it back over my ear as her tongue plunged into my mouth in search of my own. Then suddenly she drew back. She made a fuzzy, intoxicated apology and went to bed. The room was, for a few moments, thick with the reality that Sarah was living in fear of something, namely herself. That night I awoke to the sound of light scrabbling coming from Sarah’s room. I could hear drawers being opened and shut and similar sounds. After a little while, I went to her door, knocked lightly and waited. “Come in,” she said. When I did, I saw her sitting on the end of her bed, every curve of her body exposed except for a wisp of black satin which was barely covering her sex. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you looking for something?” “I need something to write with,” she said, a hint of frustration in her voice. “A pen, pencil, paper... anything.” I sighed and smiled softly. “It was you who told me there was to be no writing while you were here, Sarah. Give your ...
    mind a rest. There will be plenty of time to write when you get back to Paris.” Sarah flung herself back on the bed, her full breasts heaving above her as she grabbed a pillow, held it lightly over her face and let out a small grunt of exasperation into it. “Goodnight, Sarah,” I said, closing the door. I woke up the following morning to both brilliant sunshine pouring like warm liquid gold through my open window, and once more to the sound of Sarah in her room next door. This time I was left in no doubt what she was doing. The long, languid moans told me that she was in the throes of pleasuring herself and that her climax was building. I sat up in bed a little and listened. Her moans were becoming louder, more like little screams. Each one was becoming a little faster and more breathless. I could hear her through the thin dividing wall, yielding to her pleasure; “Oh god, oh god... fuck,” she would moan, over and over. I closed my eyes and pictured her on her bed, as she had been when I left her during the night, her hand delving in her panties, her thighs parted, her fingers sliding in and out of herself and using her moisture to lubricate her protruding, sensitive bud. As I did so I could feel my own arousal build quickly between my legs. I squeezed my fingers into the palms of my hands as they lay stretched out beside me, and clenched my thighs together tightly. My own need was becoming urgent. I hadn’t pleasured myself for several days. As I uncurled my fingers from within my ...
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