1. She was looking at me


    Date: 10/28/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    glass. She came closer and pushed my hair back behind my ears, a surprisingly intimate gesture. I felt hands on my hips from behind me. Lorna said, ‘She told you we share everything?’ I nodded. ‘You happy with this?’ I smiled and nodded again. She took the glass from my hand, placed it on a nearby table then started undoing my dress buttons. My small breasts were exposed. She traced them with her fingertips, her nails lightly scratching. The hands on my hips slid down over my thighs and I felt the dress being lifted. Lorna undid my belt and cast it aside. Together they lifted the dress over my head and Lorna threw that aside too. I heard Georgie say, ‘I brought her for you.’ ‘You did very well, darling. Now go to bed.’ She looked into my eyes. ‘We share when I decide to. Come and sit with me.’ She dressed, I naked but for my stockings and knickers, sat. We were both in deep leather armchairs facing each other. ‘Do you prefer me like this or like the butch she was with yesterday?’ ‘That was you?’ ‘I do not like to be one person. Tonight I am feminine and I may be tomorrow, or in an hour I may be a dyke again.’ She sipped from a long-stemmed glass. ‘Sometimes, I am both.’ To my astonishment she placed her hand to her crotch and squeezed the dress to reveal the unmistakable shape of a dildo. ‘I am always a woman though.’ ‘Why did you send her to bed?’ ‘Because I am going to fuck you first, then we both will.’ In view of my state of undress it seemed ridiculous to ask her how ...
    she knew I would allow that. So, instead of asking, I took a drink from my glass and looked into her eyes. I watched as slowly she pulled the hem of her dress up over long, shapely legs and exposed the strapless dildo which she stroked lewdly. Her eyes seemed to penetrate me. She stood, her dress hanging from the dildo and looked at me, her eyes sending a clear message. I knew, absolutely knew what to do. I slipped my knickers down and lifted my knees onto the arm of the chair. She smiled as I stroked my pussy, spreading my lips, circling my clit which was probably peeping from under her hood. My breath was short. The soft light, the image before me, the way I had been brought here, all those things conspired to make me feel wanton, which was precisely why I had gone to the bar in the first place. She came closer. ‘Say please.’ I could barely speak, but managed hoarsely to say, ‘Please.’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please fuck me.’ She did not smile. She simply moved closer and touched the tip of her dildo to me. She pushed her hips slowly forward and I felt the pressure, then the intrusion, and then the deep invasion. She rested her hands on my shoulders and began to rock her hips, slowly at first then with increasing viguour. I couldn’t take my eyes from hers. This was what I had wanted and needed and here it was. I hadn’t known precisely what I wanted. I remembered saying, ‘Not everyone knows what she wants,’ to Georgie. As if she had read my mind, she said, ‘Now you know what it was ...
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