1. Lipstick Lesbian - Part Two


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Beckie2309, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Early to bed, early to rise. I repeated this mantra after Mora left me. I wanted to wake early to go for a jog to clear my head. Why the hell did I dream of being with Mora’s client? Why was I starting to question my sexuality after all these years being stubborn and most definitely straight? I didn’t know what was happening to me and after I finished my run. Contemplating life’s greatest questions, I jumped into the shower before getting ready for Mora’s day of teaching. Applying the last layer of lipstick, I stood back to appreciate my outfit and make up. Today was a simple lunch. I did not understand how I could get paid for this, but I was instructed to dress casually and did as I was told. I eventually decided on a cream lace playsuit with brown tan gladiator sandals. My hair was curled and bounced with every step I made. My makeup complimented my outfit, simple and nude. “ Just like you want to be with the client,” t he repressed lesbian in the subconscious part of my brain jested. I laughed at my own inner thought, and shook the idea from my head Soon Mora was knocking at my door and as I let her in, I did a double take. “You’re wearing the same thing as me!” I remarked while tugging a lapel on the collar. “Shit, we need to be going in five minutes! Where’s your wardrobe?” She quickly ran to my bedroom and I followed, pissed that she was trying to change my outfit. Well that is what I thought before she unzipped the playsuit and stood only in her skimpy underwear, a ...
    very girly floral bra and matching thongs. “Mora, give me some warning next time,” I asked whilst covering my eyes. I was not a prude, by any means. Just with the recent feelings I was having I did not want to dream about my best friend. Too late. The image was burnt to my memory. Great! In the darkness of my hand covered eyes my brain started it’s own movie, with Mora the lead. “Back to earth Tee, I’m dressed.” She brought me out of my fantasy and I blushed over the sordid thoughts I had. “Come on, time to meet our client,” Mora announced before wiggling her plump ass in the black skin hugging bandage dress. “Goddamn tease,” I muttered just out of earshot. *** Mouth wide. Eyelids back. I adopted this position as soon as I felt myself mould into the armchair I sat in. This client meeting did not feel right at all. It was mid-afternoon and I sat in a trance from the hypnotic dance my friend was executing flawlessly, her hips swaying with fluidity, whilst she turned with the grace of a ballerina. This was the sordid dance of two lovers in their own world and I was just a mere fly on the wall. It was practically like they had forgotten I was here. I was instructed before I went in the hotel room to sit and watch, which I did as I was told; she just failed to mention that they’d ignore my existence. I soon phased out, my mind elsewhere in a fantasy of my own. The burnt in memory of Mora returned. I was the client, the person my friend was dancing on, my gaze laying on her breasts ...
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