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


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

    partner. “How are you getting on, Fleur?” She asked, “Or are you just getting off?” Fleur shot both barrels of blue at her. “Stephanie, I like you, but I think you have no soul,” she said. Stephanie swallowed a lump of pride, and couldn’t concentrate for a moment. Fleur liked her? As the morning progressed, Fleur grew more restless, flipping backwards and forward through pages, clearing her throat, moving her book this way and that. When she let out another plaintive sigh, sat on her hands and whispered “Oh, Oui …” Stephanie banged the table. “Oh Fleur, come on…” She smirked and shrugged. “You are right. I think I need a break.” She stretched flamboyantly in her chair, “Look at that picture though, and tell me it is not sexy. I am only human, Stephanie.” Stephanie twisted Fleur’s book round. Across two pages was a line drawing in the style of Aubrey Beardsley, titled ‘The Golden Triangle.’ A naked man lay on his back and a naked woman knelt astride his hips. Another woman knelt astride his head. The women faced each other, leaning into a kiss, their eyes shut in bliss. Fleur had her hands up as if to say, “See what I mean?” Stephanie nodded. “So now I am…“ Fleur finished her long stretch. “Bothered.” She picked up her book and put it away. “This job is not for me I think.” Fleur proceeded to prowl the room, coquettishly swinging her hips in a dance to some imaginary tune and sighing theatrically. Stephanie sucked her cheeks, turned a page, typed. Fleur wandered over to the ...
    window and sighed again, the hint of a growl in it. “I need air,” she announced and swung open two huge windows. Stephanie tapped gobbledegook into the laptop, unsure what was going to happen next. She tingled as if trapped in lion’s cage, waiting for the inevitable bite. Another growl. “Oh, Petit-chat , I need to cum!” Fleur stood on the window seat, starfished, clung onto the window frame and leaning her body outside. Her dance grew wilder, writhing her hips, “Filled up by a lovely big cock!” Grinding lower, “or rubbing down on some greedy mouth… oui! oui! OUI!” She screamed a mock climax out into the sky, laughing as the wind picked up, fluttering her hair and skirt as if she had summoned it. Stephanie became mesmerized by this elemental woman, dancing in the wind. She took a long, intoxicating gulp of Fleur’s wake, the air that had rifled through her, over her skin. Deep lemon. Fleur hopped off the seat, and sat down, blowing strands of disheveled hair from her face, glowing at Stephanie. “I wondered how you achieved that look.” Stephanie remarked, her stomach flipping as Fleur smiled, for the first time, at something she’d said. Fleur swung her leg up onto the seat beside her. Jesus, Stephanie thought, noticing the skirt hanging between the woman’s thighs, she wears girl-clothes like a man. Fleur made a “come here” finger. Stephanie gripped the desk, and blinked at her computer. Here was safety, her job, everything she was supposed to do. If she just stayed put, all would ...
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