1. Sarah


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

    Sarah, need to find an audience. They need a reader, a listener, whatever. It doesn’t matter, but they find life in being read or heard.” It was Sarah’s turn to nod in agreement. I stroked the back of her hand with my fingertips. Her skin felt warm and smooth against them, like olive porcelain. “Why don’t you tell me a story, Sarah?” I whispered. “I want to hear one.” After a moment or two, Sarah turned to me. She rattled her cup lightly against her saucer as she replaced it. “Is that a challenge?” she said, smiling. “No, Sarah,” I replied, my voice lowering a little, “It’s an invitation.” “Then I will accept,” she replied. She slid herself a little closer to me in the booth, turned her head. Suddenly I felt the warmth of her breath playing lightly against my ear, sending a tingling wave of little electric shocks cascading from the back of my head down my spine. “Here goes,” she said. “Sarah had spent the morning in her bed, lavishing pleasure on herself. Since arriving in Rome, she had gradually felt her desire building like a slow roll of a single bass drum within her. She lay there, her body warm and wanting and her mind filling with images she was powerless to control. All that mattered to her at that moment was her selfish satisfaction and she indulged it over and over. She was used to surrendering to her lust whenever it surged within her, like an obedient submissive to a demanding mistress. She knew that Emma was aching for her. She could sense Emma was craving her ...
    touch, her kiss and her provocative, whispered words. She had known it since they were in college together. And now, there they were, together again, in the mellow Roman heat, each knowing that the other was close to a line that they both wanted to cross. Somehow both knew that line would be crossed. As they sat together in a quiet bar, Sarah felt the urgency of her need rise within her once more, as it had that morning in her bed. Between her legs she felt a familiar moist warmth gathering. It was one that she knew would have to be obeyed. The mistress of her sultry, wet sex was calling once more. She slipped her fingers onto the knee of the woman who was craving her, and slowly eased it under the hem of her skirt.” At that moment, now with my eyes almost closed and my mind fluid and floating as if held in the warm breath of a sea breeze, I felt Sarah’s fingertips brush the soft skin of my thigh and ease underneath the skirt of my dress. Her fingers began working their way slowly and intuitively up my leg, until her hand was fully under my dress. I felt her fingers spread slowly over my thigh, and then extend, caressing my inner thigh with a delicate lightness that made those inexplicable tingles ripple once more in waves down my spine. “Sarah felt the smooth skin of Emma’s inner thigh, thrilling at the way the sensation of it under her fingers felt like silk to the touch as she eased them, almost imperceptibly, ever higher. As she did so Emma almost instinctively began to part ...
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