1. Lemon House: Stephanie's Story (Part 1 of 2)


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    curtains and windows. Moonlight, lemon blossom and the sound of rippling water flooded her senses. She stepped out onto the balcony with an illicit thrill at being naked in the warm, fresh air. The moon was almost full in a clear sky and lit the tops of the lemon trees into silver explosions all around the house. Below a pool rippled and sparkled as- Stephanie quickly ducked into the shadows. Fleur appeared, flipping effortlessly through the water. Her stroke so efficient and streamlined the water hardly moved, slow waves looking viscous in the glinting light. Highlights glimmered on her golden, naked skin. Stephanie’s lips parted. Out of her ridiculous clothes, Fleur’s body was softly athletic and fluidly curved, as if the water’s undulating surface had moulded her to its own image. Minimal movements sent her sliding through it, propelling her tirelessly back and forth, toward Stephanie, then away again. She imagined the thick flow of water across Fleur’s bare skin, and a gust of wind echoed the thought, raising goosebumps on hers. Her nipples pinched and she swung her knee aside, letting it caress her intimate clefts like a hot sigh. Her pulse quickened and with trembling, tentative fingertips Stephanie traced its path over her breast and stomach, tickling the front of her hips, then between her thighs, and underneath. The wind seemed to whisper over her, “Oui…” Stephanie followed Fleur up and down, while, head spinning and sighing as quietly as she could, her fingers ...
    mirrored the woman’s strong, gentle strokes. A slow swell of pleasure rippled through the pool of her body. Her eyelids drooped. This wasn’t going to take long. Just one more lap, one more… “Stephanie?” Fleur had stopped swimming, and looked straight up at her. Stephanie blinked as if waking from a spell and darted back to her bed, scrabbling under the covers. The next morning, she woke alone with the windows still open, smiling at the warm wind’s ghost of a kiss on her cheek. Maybe it’s not so bad here, she thought as she stretched out in the perfumed, sunny room. With a jolt, she remembered the night before, what she had done. Fleur’s voice! Had the woman seen her? Had she seen everything? Stephanie shoved her head under a pillow. This was awful. What was she thinking? Why, after months of being uninterested, did she do that, there? Of all places. Then she remembered her job, all those rude books, and groaned. I’ll stay in bed, she thought, call a cab, wait right here until it comes, and then go home and try and to forget all about it. The wind seemed to have different ideas; it wafted across her skin like an eager lover. Wind, water and Fleur seemed all part of the same element now. The woman’s image came to mind, along with a secret, but irrepressible trickle of excitement. Oh no, Stephanie thought. On the terrace, a simple breakfast was waiting at a monumental stone table under the shade of a tree, but Fleur was no-where to be found. Stephanie helped herself to a coffee and a ...
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