1. The Gift 3: The Pearl Necklace


    Date: 1/6/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: missluv2write, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    past, um, experience, there’ll be something you want in return?” Sharon arched a groomed brow and smiled connivingly, “I do.” Tasha was on the edge of her seat, eager to participate in anything this woman wanted from her. She realized, she was basically being bought with Sharon’s lavish gifts, but she didn’t care. Hell, she would be entranced with Sharon even without her wealth and status. “Take the necklace off,” Sharon laid out in a simple instruction. “What? Why? I thought you wanted me to wear it,” Tasha asked confused. “Yes, I do, but for now, take the pearls off your neck and drop them onto your lap.” Tasha did as requested, slipping the strand of pearls from her neck and letting them slid down until they landed on her lap with a delicate jingle. She was very curious about where this was headed. “Okay.” “Good. Now, tell me, are you wearing any panties?” Sharon asked as casually as if she was asking about the menu specials. “Yes, just a lace thong,” Tasha said in a hushed tone, aware of the other diners around them. At the same time she felt Sharon’s pointy toed shoe glide up her leg and gently push her knees apart. “Okay, now slide the necklace under your dress and into your panties,” Sharon said. Tasha looked around her, hesitant to do as requested, but no one seemed particularly interested in what was going on at their table. They were just another table of friends catching up over tea and neatly cut cucumber sandwiches. With as little movement as possible as not to ...
    draw attention, Tasha slid her left hand under the table and lifted the hem of her dress. The cool hardness of the pearls were a shocking contrast to the warm moistness as they slid inside her panties. The beads rubbing against her aroused clit were a sweet exquisite sensation. “Are they in there?” Sharon asked as their server came by with their meal. Tasha froze. Did the server just see what I just did? Of course the table was draped in a long white linen tablecloth providing enough coverage, yet Tasha felt self-conscious, especially with the aroma of her wet pussy perfuming the air. The server laid out their dishes then left them without a sign that she knew what naughty business was going on under the table of this fine establishment. “So, are they?” Sharon asked again as she delicately picked up a small sandwich to nibble. Tasha realized she had been holding her breath, exhaled deeply with a soft moan, “Yes, they are.” “Good,” Sharon grinned, then added, “By the time we finish lunch, I want you to have those pearls inside your pussy. Not all at once, just slide your hand under the table and push a pearl or two in, a little at a time. Don’t be greedy.” “Mm, you are so… ah, wicked,” Tasha smiled already working on the first pearl. Over the course of the meal, Tasha did as instructed. At times, she was sure she would give herself away with an inappropriate moan. Even when their waitress came back to freshen up their tea, Tasha found it hard to control the pleasure caused by ...
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