1. Just like Magic Part 2 - The long way back


    Date: 2/18/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Transgendered, Author: Ovid, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    actress (which wasn't). I told her I didn't really know anyone in the city which was why I was drinking alone and that sometimes you just want to get away from men although I wasn't a lesbian (which was why I was drinking there). The bottle was almost empty when I felt a hand on my thigh. I was surprised but it was just for a moment as she rose to order more and I let it pass. As I was finishing my next glass however the hand returned; it was soft and cool against the rising heat of the place and once again I said nothing. We were talking about art, I knew a little about art, enough to hold my end and I was glad not to be talking about myself any more. Her hand inched up my leg as we discussed the artist who had painted the frescos at Aphrodite. My talk of minimalism foundered a little as her hand slipped beneath my skirt and slid along my inner thigh. I looked at her, eyes wide but said nothing. A familiar feeling was coming over me. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked in a whisper Maybe it was the booze or something but I switched the conversation to cinema and left the hand where it was. Taking this for permission she stroked the inside of my thigh and I felt the first stirrings of dampness between my legs 'I should stop this,' I thought to myself 'you came here to get away from sex, you should get out before it is too...' “Do you always go out without panties?” Katrina's hand ventured higher and a single finger now rested just above my clit. “No,” I said, blushing “I ...
    just lost them today,” The bar had become busier as we drank and it was loud enough that I couldn't whisper as she pried the story of the boy in the internet café out of me. I am not sure I would have whispered anyway, suddenly after most of a bottle of champagne and with a stranger's hand hovering over my slit I was oddly proud of it. Her finger traced the very outer edges of my sex, never quite touching, as I recounted masturbating in public and letting a teenager cum in my mouth. Just about the only thing I didn't tell was why I had been there in he first place, she didn't seem to care. “Darling you are delightful,” she told me as I ended my story. Unexpectedly her hand withdrew and she stood up, my pussy pulsed with disappointment “Don't look so sad darling, I am only going to the toilet,” Those words reminded me that it had been several hours, two vodka tonics, a bottle of champagne, a cup of coffee and a cumshot since had had visited the loo myself. “I will go with you,” I said. Maybe this is why women all seem to go to the bathroom together, sympathetic bladders or something. She had to steady me twice on the way to the bathroom, booze and heels do not make for a stable frame, she also knew where they were which was good since the door was completely covered by one of the frescos, I might have been some time finding it on my own. It was much nicer than the Peddler's arms, blue floor, white sinks, purple cubicles. There were a few other women in there but a couple of ...
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